Monday, July 11, 2016

INDIE BOOKFEST October 7-9th

I am so excited for this event I have gone every year it is really the only event I never miss !! If you havent gone hurry and grab your tickets. I have learned so much the past few years from other bloggers and from the authors the amount of information you learn in the Panels is amazing I have a deeper understanding of the authors, and I learn more about blogging every year. I have met some pretty amazing authors that I cant wait to see every year.

Indie BookFest 2016--the one event you can't miss!

This year's Indie BookFest will take place October 7-9, 2016, in beautiful Altamonte Springs, Florida.

Indie BookFest is central Florida's premier author-reader event, featuring an amazing Industry Day, with reps from book vendors, promotion sites and other professionals presenting information all authors need to grow their business.

But that's just the beginning. In addtion to Industry Day workshops and panels, IBF also includes the best reader panels, FanFare Author/Reader Party (the theme this year is A Night In Paris), a special Young Adult Session, Meet and Greets, perks for our All-Star Readers, a fun Zombie party and a huge, FREE book signing.

AND our special keynote speaker, the awesome Cristin Harber!

A very few VIP tickets are still available. These include unlimted access to the Green Room and special meet and greets for VIPs only. Our general admission, Industry Day and YA session tickets are still available, too.

Jump on this now! Tickets won't last long.

Get yours here!

What: Indie BookFest 2016

When: October 7-9, 2016


Indie BookFest 2016 will take place at Hilton Hotel and Resort in Altamonte Springs, Florida.

Make yourself at home in our hotel in Altamonte Springs, FL, Hilton Orlando/Altamonte Springs. Whether you’re getting comfortable in a spacious guest room – designed with your business hotel needs in mind with high-speed internet access, a dual-line phone and oversized, ergonomically-designed work area – or enjoying a plunge in the outdoor heated pool, you’re guaranteed to find the perfect way to relax. Curl up in front of a movie on the 37-inch flat-screen TV or meet your deadlines at the dedicated business center, offering printing, photocopying and express mail to assist corporate guests.
Reward yourself with an invigorating workout in the fully equipped fitness center, explore the nearby shops of Altamonte Springs Mall or enjoy a romantic dinner at the vibrant U Restaurant, serving up delicious options for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Book your room

Who: Over 90 authors of every genre, industry reps and professoinals, the BEST readers in the world . . . and YOU.

 Why? So many reasons:
Unparalleled access to best-selling and award-winning authors

More panels and workshops



  • 3:00 - 3:45 PM
  • Capital 2: Hotel Paranormal - Check in to talk about this spooky multi-author serial!

  • 4:00 - 4:45 PM 
  • Capital 1: Ad Lib Panel - Romance
  • Capital 2: Whodunnit? Keeping mysteries, thrillers and suspense relevant in the digital age


  • 9:45 - 10:30 AM
  • Capital 1: Alpha male, bad boy, billionaire, country boy: How do you like your book boyfriend?
  • Capital 2: Tell me your fantasy - World building, characterization and magic in urban/dark fantasy and sci fi

  • 10:45 - 11:30 AM
  • Capital 1: What's Your Fancy? The many faces of erotica
  • Capital 2: Angels, Demons, Kitsune, Shifters and Wizards - What's the new wave in paranormal?

  • 11:15 AM - 12:00 PM 
  • Amphitheater: Mix It Up - How do you like your love stories? Historical, New Adult, erotica, paranormal

  • 11:45 AM - 12:30 PM
  • Capital 1: Just Add Wine - How to Build A Better Book Club
  • Capital 2: Seen It All In A Small Town - Romances set in… small towns

Industry Day--if you want to be an author, are an author, hope to be an author--you need to be here.

**Tentative Industry Day Schedule**

AUTHOR Panels/Workshops 
Friday, October 7th
Capital 1: PANEL: I'm published: now what? Advice on how to survive your first few years as an author, including dos and don'ts from those who have been there.
Capital 2: PANEL: Paid promo: what's working now, how to maximize your chance of getting in. Think: BookBub, Ereaders News Today, Robin Reads, etc. 
10-10:45 AM 
 Capital 1: WORKSHOP: Getting Noticed: Ads on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Amazon: Do they work, what are the best practices? Led by Cristin Harber and HD Smith 
Capital 2: PANEL: Branding: how do you find your branding, how do you exploit your branding? 
 Capital 1: WORKSHOP: It Takes Two: Author Business Accountability Partnerships We're not talking co-writers; this is business accountability and idea sparking, an informal relationship that doubles the brain power and reach of each author. We'll talk about the benefits: sharing new venues for promotion, offering critical review of blurbs, covers, release plans and schedules, encouragement and support, supplementing talents (trading editing for graphics!) and sharing a support team. We'll also explore how you can find the right business accountability partner to enhance your career. Led by Olivia Hardin and Tawdra Kandle
Capital 2: PANEL: Covers, formatting, blurbs: what makes the biggest difference? How much do you play with it?
 Capital 1 AND 2: WORKSHOP: Hitting the Reboot Button: How to (Re) Launch Your Career by Jana Oliver Sometimes even veteran authors need to push the “reboot” button. It might be to launch a pseudonym or establish a presence in a different genre. Or maybe you wish to reset reader expectations. Regardless of why, how do you build a new author brand with zero fan base? This presentation will take a peek inside a real-world example. You’ll learn how to create a new author platform, lay out a media campaign, and solutions to the “But I’ve never heard of you” issue. By the end of the presentation, you’ll know how to find your “influencers”, which social media platforms are your best bet based on your “target market”, and the real cost of that career reboot. And of course, if you’re just starting out, rebooting strategies can be adapted for new authors as well. 
** LUNCH 1-2 PM**
Capital 1: Reader Panel
Capital 2: AUTHOR PANEL: Pricing: what's the best pricing on books? Loss leader still working? How often do you change your price? 
Capital 1: Reader Panel
Capital 2: AUTHOR PANEL: The Care and Feeding of An Author: healthy lifestyle choices and how to make them work for you 
Young Adult Session--perfect for aspring young authors as well as those youger readers!

TWO huge parties

 FanFare at Indie BookFest16 will take place Friday night (October 7th) from 7:30-11 PM.

The theme is . . .
A Night In Paris

Paris . . . the perfect city to combine mystery, suspense, literature, erotica, paranormal and of course . . . romance!

You are invited to dress however you like:
be inspired by Paris in the Belle Époque (Flaubert, Renoir, la Ballets Russes . . .)
or Paris in the Roaring 20's (think Hemingway, the Fitzgeralds, Picasso . . .)
or Paris in the Swinging 60's (fashion and art combine!) or Paris 2016. 


 Saturday, October 8th from 7PM to 11PM at Indie Bookfest 2016!"
 On Saturday night of Indie BookFest16, a group of wonderful authors will be hosting this party.

"After months of uncertainty, the CDC has finally released the general quarantine. The virus has stabilized (or so we think), and people are finally able to start coming out of their hiding places.

Society’s new motto: Zombies Are People, Too

Join authors Ceci Giltenan, HD Smith, Violet Howe, and SE Smith for a night of Zombie Fun! Come as you are (and be zombified at the party) or dress as your favorite zombified character. We'll have a Zombie DJ, refreshments, and cash bar!

FREE parking

FREE signing
*October 8th, 2016 3:00-6:00PM*

Giveaways Galore--you won't believe how big some of them are!

VIP tickets

Amazing value for your money, no matter which ticket you buy

Goody bags for everyone!

How? Get your tickets here!


Sunday, July 10, 2016

K.S. Thomas featured author of the week.

This week we welcome the amazing  K.S. Thomas, I am so excited to share her work. I have read several of her books and I am in love with them !

First up we have

Nine: A pINK Novel (A pINK Series Book 1)

The number of years between us. 


And that’s just one reason it’ll never work. I have eight more. One for every year I’ve been alive longer than he has. They’re simple reasons. Obvious ones. And all I should need to know to understand that giving Lucas McNealy even half a thought, is a total and complete waste of time. 

Only he doesn’t seem to know that. If he did, I’m sure he wouldn’t keep showing up. 
In my thoughts. 
At my shop. 
And on my doorstep.
Nine simple reasons.  Nine undeniable years. 
Nine attempts to tell him ‘No’. Nine.

NINE Excerpt:

Hiding in the garage with half of my body hanging in the freezer, desperate for some relief, I call the only person I know capable of talking me out of this crisis.
“I need help, but if you start talking about avocados and guacamole cravings again, I swear to God, I will leave this barbecue, pull you out of whatever family gathering your mother dragged you to this year, and punch you.”
I can hear Sketch laugh on the other end, then several muffled words as she excuses herself from said family gathering to deal with me.
“I take it you couldn’t get out of going to Pru’s for the fourth?”
I whimper. “I really tried but Madi didn’t like the idea of frying up veggie burgers in the kitchen and having a picnic in the living room while we watch a Back to the Future marathon. I don’t know why. She used to love that.”
“Yeah. When she was twelve. Doesn’t really sound to me like you tried all that hard to avoid going. Maybe you wanted to go spend the day with Pru’s hunky son after all.” Sketch chuckles. Her voice is so dark and deep, she sounds like a dude sometimes. When we were younger I used to make her pretend to be my jealous boyfriend when guys called that I no longer had any use for. I was horrible. I know.
“Sketch, I spent five minutes talking to him in the hall, and I am literally standing in the freezer right now trying to solidify all the parts of me he turned into molten lava just by breathing near me. This shit just isn’t normal.”
The panic in my voice is undeniable.
“You need to calm the fuck down. And probably get laid.” Then she adds hastily, “But not today!” As if I need that clarified.
“I wasn’t planning on it. Why do you think I’m calling you?” I pull a packet of frozen peas out and hold it to my chest. There. That definitely helps.
“You’re totally serious right now. This kid is really getting to you.” It’s almost like she can’t wrap her brain around the concept. To be fair, I’m struggling with it too, and not just because he’s a toddler but because men don’t have this effect on me. Ever. Because I choose not to let them. And usually, this works for me. Why in the hell Lucas has powers that can override my strong-willed desire not to succumb to lust and sexual cravings, I don’t know, and I sure as hell don’t like it.
“Can we not call him a kid? For like five minutes while I find a way to keep my body from actively seeking contact with his dick?”
Her laughter fills my ear again. It’s really starting to piss me off. “I would think reminding you of his tender age would help.”
“Well it doesn’t,” I grumble, eyeing the bag of peas on my boobs which I’m pretty sure are melted now. “It only makes me feel like a creepy pervert, and I’d really rather not.”
“You’re not a creepy pervert. He’s twenty-fucking-five years old. He’s been a grown ass man for seven years already. If he were anyone else, you’d be busy undressing him with your eyes and saying some really dirty shit about him right about now, not freaking out about the way he soaks your panties and melts your insides with his swoon worthy breathing skills. Can we talk about that while we’re at it? How did his basic need for oxygen cause you to come this undone?”

I cringe, remembering how close he was standing, and how good he smelled. Maybe it was my basic need for oxygen that really fucked me up. Next time, I’m not inhaling. 
“He was just standing way too damn close. There were muscles all up in my face. He smelled like the best possible thing you could ever wish to breathe in and his goddamned mouth got so close to my face, his scruff tickled my cheek. And…he said some stuff too. Stuff that I’m going to end up replaying in my head a million times over because I’m lonely and sex deprived and the only men who ever hit on me are usually twenty years older, with full beards and guts the size of three watermelons.”
“Until now.”
“Fuck me.”
“Did Lucas just walk in?” Her smugness is practically ear shattering.
“Fuck you, too.”
“Are you going to survive this barbecue or what?”
I sigh. “Well, I’m not going to die if that’s what you’re asking.” The sound of an engine coming to life startles me. “Are you in the car?”
“Obviously. Stay in the freezer. I’ll be there to pull you out in ten.” Then she hangs up. I follow her advice and stay put, only flipping myself over from time to time in order to cool the burning parts of me evenly.

One More Chapter

Having overdosed on the cold, unyielding aspects of reality at an early age, books became a welcome escape I was happy to dedicate my life to. Editing romance novels seemed like the perfect career choice for the girl who craved fantasy and a world she could exercise a little control over. Bottom line, I like having a happy ending I can count on.

Where I prefer to have my head in the clouds, unattached to the tumultuous roller-coaster of real life, his feet are so firmly planted on the ground, they're sinking in and getting buried there.
Jensen seems an unlikely hero for any story, let alone mine. He's moody. And confused. And pretty damn sure there's no such thing as happy ever after.

But then that's the thing about all the best happy endings. They show up when you least expect them to.




 “I don’t know how to do this.”
 “Which part?” Because if it’s a simple matter of explaining the polite way to end a casual weekend sleepover, which incidentally was sex free, I can help him out no problem. Anything beyond that and we’re probably both in over our heads here. 
 Finally, his gaze moves to meet mine. Only now I feel compelled to look away.
 “Walking away. It's the right thing to do. It's what you should have done when I told you to. But you didn't. And you made me do it. And I did." He pauses to take a deep, painful breath but his eyes never waver from mine. “Then you came back and now... I don’t know how to walk away from you this time, Karma. But I can’t stay. I have nothing left to give you if I stay… And plenty I want to take.” 
 “What if you can have it?” I breathe.
 He shakes his head slowly. “I can’t.”
 “Why not?” 
 “Because it would be wrong.” 
  I swallow hard several times, the intensity wearing on me. “Maybe it would be wrong not to. Maybe there’s a reason neither of us can figure out how to walk away even though walking away would clearly be less complicated. Maybe we’re not supposed to.”
  “I don’t want to hurt you.”
        “Then stop trying to pretend this isn’t happening. Whatever it is, you and me, it’s something. It’s real.”
        He exhales loudly, his chin dropping to his chest and I breathe in until the air fills my stomach, making up for the shallow breathing I succumbed to during this conversation.
        His hand is still in my hair, his wrist loosely resting on my collar bone. Who is he kidding? He can’t walk away. He can’t even let go.
        Then he realizes it too. His grip on my curls tightens and when his jaw rises up enough for him to look down on me, the brazen look in his eyes is beyond anything I’ve ever seen in them before.
        “I’m going to fuck this up,” he whispers.
        “Probably,” I say quietly, “but you might get it right. It’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
        “You’re crazy,” he murmurs, his mouth moving dangerously close to mine.
        “Certifiably.” And I close the gap between us just to prove it.

Last Girl

When Beatrix ‘Trix’ Daley loses her twin brother Bo in a tragic accident, she inadvertently gains his
best friend, Penn, whether she wants him or not. Penn is the exact opposite of her brother. Obnoxious. Cocky. And out to sleep with as many women as possible. But he knows. He gets it. Because he lost Bo, too.

Penn’s been going out of his way to piss off Trix since he was six. Twenty years later, and getting under her skin is still his favorite pastime. And Bo’s still the only thing that keeps them tied together. Even if he has been dead for eight years.

For better or worse, Trix and Penn have been the constant in each other’s lives, and the line between love and hate continues to blur at a steady rate…but Trix is the last girl on earth a guy like Penn should fall for. So there’s no telling which side of love and hate they’ll wind up on when all is said and done. And whether they’ll wind up there, still together...or not.
LAST GIRL Excerpt: 

Trix smells like Lucky Charms and her cherry pomegranate soap. I hate when she stands this close to
me. She always makes me hungry. And not for cereal.

“You wanna talk about where you were when I walked in here?” I know where she was. Getting sucked in by the darkness. I’ve seen it happen often enough over the years to recognize the signs, I just can’t figure out how to stop her from going.

“Just thinking about starting my new job tomorrow.”


But I’ll go along with it. For now. “Private practice this time, right?”

She nods, and her eyes shoot straight up again until they’re laser locked to my forehead and the work she’s doing there. “Yeah. Dr. Patterson. He’s a plastic surgeon who specializes in reparative surgeries. Does tons of pro-bono work helping families whose babies were born with birth defects.”

That explains her interest in working for him. Trix doesn’t do anything unless it’s for some cause or another.

I notice her gaze drop automatically expecting my response. It’s funny how it happens even when she’s so clearly fighting it.

“Sounds like your kind of doctor.”

I can feel her pressing down the small strips of tape over my brow. Then she steps back, examining her work. “Hope so. I interviewed with his office manager, so I haven’t actually met him yet. Kind of nervous, actually. What if he doesn’t like me? I really need this job.”

I rest my hands on her hips, twisting them back and forth playfully in hopes it will get her to smile.

“Come on, Trix. Not like you? How would that even be possible?”

She arches her brow skeptically. “You don’t like me.”

“Yeah, but that’s different.”

Her eyes widen and she throws her hands up at me. “How exactly is that different?”

“Because.” Still, I grasp her hips again and move her toward me, staring straight up into her teal eyes which are currently trying to ice me to death. “I love you, so liking you isn’t necessary.”

“Yeah well, I’m not sure what you feel for me is love. It’s more like hate that got so old and moldy it became unrecognizable to the point it could be easily confused for love.”

I smirk.

“You sound like you’ve put some thought into this. Are you saying that what you feel for me is nothing but old and moldy hate?”

She presses down on my shoulders to push herself away from me and out of the hold I keep placing on her. “Yeah. Pretty much.” Then she busies herself cleaning up the bloody gauze and leftover supplies from fixing up my face. She pauses briefly, a look on her face like she’s just thought of something. “Do me a favor and don’t pick at that. I’ll check it when I get home tomorrow and change it out if I have to. It should be fine though. Couple of days and it’ll be well on its way to healing.”

“Thanks.” But I don’t move. I just sit here and continue to watch her clean up. She’s back in her head, unraveling. And I can’t stop it.


 Men and I are done. Whatever entertaining notions I enjoy while screwing around with the random guys that cross my path, are exactly that. Entertaining.
I don’t want more. I’m not capable of more. More would mean feeling. Would entail wanting. Desiring. And a slew of other emotions I haven’t experienced in over three years. And it’s not due to any stupid naïve intention of trying to keep my heart from breaking, nor is it as a result of having it broken by some poor slob who should have known better.

I can’t feel. I don’t have a heart. Period. And it's going to take more than following some magic yellow brick road to get me a new one.

Even if that road does lead straight to Riker ~The only soul on earth who's as close to being dead as I am... and brings me as close to being alive as I'll ever be.

*****Warning - This story contains adult material and possible emotional triggers for readers with a history of abuse*****



TIN Excerpt:

It’s been a week. One whole goddamn week. Every day I tell myself she’ll turn up before the sun does. Then, when she doesn’t, I go to work, convinced I’ll find her here when I get back. I don’t know why I tell myself such bullshit. I’ve never been much for denial in the past. For some reason this time I just can’t get a fucking grip on things. I knew it could happen. Actually, I was pretty damn sure she would bolt as soon as I told her everything. I don’t even know why I knew that, other than she’s a creature of flight who lives in constant fear of being the cause of someone else’s pain.

Ironic, really. Considering how much she’s fucking hurting me by being gone. Only she can’t see that. Or maybe she does. I don’t know. I just know she believes staying will hurt me more than leaving. She’s fucked up in the head that way. Fucked up in the heart. Fucked up to her very core. And if I ever find the bastard who fucked her up, I’ll kill him.

Her flight for California departs in less than five days. I’m guessing Kirsten will show up on day six to collect all of the stuff Quinn couldn’t carry on foot when she left here in the middle of the night. I had half a mind to offer her a ride, but she seemed hell-bent on sneaking out, so eventually, I just faked sleep to make it easier on her. But it’s been a motherfucking week. And I’m done faking sleep and making shit easier for her. If she wants out, I’m going to make her tell me. To my face. And then I’m going to convince her she’s wrong.


 Love? Sure, I believe in it. I've even experienced it. Once. Harper Richards - the girl who got away. Or rather, the one I let go.
It should go without saying that it wasn't by choice. A guy like me, doesn't dare to dream of getting a girl like Harper even once, he sure as sh*t doesn't let her go on a whim. Nor does he ever think for a moment he'll get a second chance with her. Even if he wants one.

I want one. I NEED one.

And now...through some twisted turn of fate and a wedding I never should have been invited to...I just might get one.

**Content Warning - Adult Language**




I need to turn around and walk out. It’s the right thing to do. I have no business being in here in the first place. But I can’t leave. So, I just stand here. My eyes traveling the four walls of her room. The mirror with the frame she spray painted a tacky hot pink and silver. The cork board still filled with pictures of her and her mom and handwritten notes of all of her favorite quotes. She’s added a few to her collection. I have a sick need to know what they are.

Listening for any sounds from the hall, I slowly move toward the cork board. I’m not going to touch anything. If papers overlap, that’s all there is to it. I’ll have to live with not knowing. Squinting, I lean in close. I read through four of them, recognizing three when something catches my eye.

“Holy shit.” My hand is hovering over the mess of papers and pins while I remind myself repeatedly not to touch. I don’t need to. I can see it just the way it is. The corner of a picture still peeking through the stack of note scraps she’s used to cover it. I know that picture. I’m in that picture.



“I wasn’t touching.” Because somehow that really makes a difference when you’re snooping around in your ex-girlfriend’s bedroom. Not touching.

“Relax. I’m not Meg and that hand isn’t hovering over Harper’s boob.” Gina comes up beside me. “Something hidden under there you’ve been looking for?” She nods at the tacked on papers covering the board in layers.

“I haven’t been looking for it.” I lower my hand. “I had no idea it was still here to be found.”

She hooks her arm around mine and starts to turn me around, leading me back toward the doorway and out of Harper’s room.

“I wouldn’t have brought you back here if it was gone for good, Cole.” She’s walking me back down the hall and I feel somewhat like a mental patient who wandered off and is carefully being escorted back to his padded cell, the way she’s using her calm mommy voice and taking oddly slow steps while we move. Then we turn into the music room and normal Gina is back. “But you can’t go all stalker on her ass two seconds after you show up here. Ease into that shit, Pickle. I can tell you without doubt, girls don’t appreciate people sifting through their most private of thoughts, especially not when those thoughts include ex-boyfriends they’re supposed to have forgotten about years ago.”





I know I have found a few more of her books to read after working on this post. I hope you have too.  Want to find out more ??  


Here she is the Fabulous K.S. Thomas


Mommy of one.
Drinker of coffee (lots and lots of coffee). 
Writer of book boyfriends and happy ever afters.

After years of playing with my imaginary friends, I decided it was time to grow up and make my crazy work for me. Several years and over twenty published works later, I'm happy to say the madness surges on, fueled by caffeine and an adventurous life filled with amazing characters more fabulous than fiction. 

When I'm not sitting at my computer feeding my word addiction and guzzling coffee, I can be found paddle boarding the Intracoastal or wading in the waves and happily tugging my kid along on her boogie board. Point being, I'm never far from the beach, and my kid is never far from me ;-)
Twitter: @friedgatortail

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