Thursday, January 31, 2013

LAUNCH DAY FOR THE DEPOT BY CARMEN DESOUSA



















LAUNCH DAY FOR THE DEPOT BY BEST SELLING AUTHOR CARMEN DESOUSA


Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Short Stories
Release Date: January 30, 2013
Digital ISBN-10: 1939217318 ISBN-13: 978-1-939217-31-8

The Depot
The Depot (When Life and Death Cross Tracks) is a twelve-thousand-word mini mystery with a paranormal edge by bestselling romantic-suspense author Carmen DeSousa. If you are looking for her full-length novels, please check out She Belongs to Me, Land of the Noonday Sun, Entangled Dreams, and When Noonday Ends.

They say The Depot is haunted. But in all the years homicide detective Mark Waters has visited the ancient train station turned restaurant, he’s never seen proof. Until now.

As he investigates a supposed suicide by train, he learns secrets of a murder that took place eighty years ago may directly affect his case.


Author Bio:
Carmen characterizes her stories as modern-day fairytales, as they overflow with romance, mystery, suspense, and of course, tragedy. After all, what would a fairytale be without a tragic event setting the stage? All of her novels are sensual, but not erotic, gripping but not graphic and will make you cry, gasp, laugh, love, and hope.

Her first two novels, She Belongs to Me and Land of the Noonday Sun, have reached bestseller status right alongside Nicholas Sparks, J.D. Robb, and other great authors. Her third novel, Entangled Dreams, just published September 2012.


All of her novels are standalones; however, she does link each of her stories with a little surprise. If you read out of order, you'll never notice. But if you read in order, it's fun.




PUBLIC AUTHOR CONTACT INFO:

Public contact information
Website: http://www.carmendesousa.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/Author_Carmen
Facebook: http://on.fb.me/ygJDMP
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5407915.Carmen_DeSousa

Friday, January 25, 2013

Launch Day fro Crisis Of Identity by Denise Moncrief



Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: Romance Suspense
Release Date: January 25, 2013

Crisis of Identity:
Tess Copeland is an operator. Her motto? Necessity is the mother of a good a con. When Hurricane Irving slams into the Texas Gulf coast, Tess seizes the opportunity to escape her past by hijacking a dead woman’s life, but Shelby Coleman’s was the wrong identity to steal. And the cop that trails her? He’s a U.S. Marshall with the Fugitive Task Force for the northern district of Illinois. Tess left Chicago because the criminal justice system gave her no choice. Now she’s on the run from ghosts of misdeeds past—both hers and Shelby’s.

Enter Trevor Smith, a pseudo-cowboy from Houston, Texas, with good looks, a quick tongue, and testosterone poisoning. Will Tess succumb to his questionable charms and become his damsel in distress? She doesn’t have to faint at his feet—she’s capable of handling just about anything. But will she choose to let Trevor be the man? When Tess kidnaps her niece, her life changes. She must make some hard decisions. Does she trust the lawman that promises her redemption, or does she trust the cowboy that promises her nothing but himself?


Bio for Denise Moncrief
Denise wrote her first story when she was in high school—seventeen hand-written pages on school-ruled paper and an obvious rip-off of the last romance novel she read. She earned a degree in accounting, giving her some nice skills to earn a little money, but her passion has always been writing. She has written numerous short stories and more than a few full-length novels. Her favorite pastimes when she’s not writing are spending time with her family, traveling, reading, and scrapbooking. She lives in Louisiana with her husband, two children, and one very chubby dog.


How to contact Denise Moncrief:
Twitter: @dmoncrief0131


EXCERPT from Crisis of Identity:
The room had already filled five times with sea-soaked bodies. The dead lay head-to-foot, column-by-column, row-by-row, ten by twenty. Victim 973 had scrawled her Social Security number down her left arm just as she’d been instructed. I noted the number on my log and moved on, trying hard not to think about the person, concentrating only on the morbid job some pushy cop forced on me.
Across the high school gymnasium, a man worked the other end of the column. As his stealthy glances trailed me around the gym, the acid in my overwrought stomach churned every time our eyes met.
“Want to take a break?” His sudden question reverberated throughout the cavernous space.
I curled one tendril of hair around my left ear. “Sure.”
I followed him into the locker room, grabbing a foam cup and filling it with tepid coffee. The man did the same from another urn. The burnt brew left traces of bitterness in my mouth. I rubbed my tongue over my teeth in a vain attempt to remove the acrid leftovers.
My mind turned off for a few precious moments as I ignored the makeshift morgue on the other side of the wall. The man’s strong, masculine bass invaded my mental hideaway. “They’re starting to smell ripe.” He gulped down another ounce of artificial stimulant, staring at me over the rim of his cup.
My insides flipped. “It’s been four days.”
He nodded. “Most of these don’t have numbers.”
“Makes it harder to identify them.”
He leaned against a locker. “This group must have thought they were invincible.”
“Doesn’t everyone?” I tossed my cup into the overflowing trash. “Think they’re invincible, I mean."
“Certain death. How do you interpret that? I think it means, ‘I stay. I die.’ Must not have sunk in until it was too late.” His sarcastic attitude unsettled me, made me want to defend the dead.
“They’ve been warned before and nothing happened.” When the locals ordered an evacuation two years before, it proved to be a false alarm. The residents of the Texas Gulf coast weren’t so easy to convince this time. It seemed no one learned a lesson from Hurricane Katrina. “And…we’re not dead.” Our eyes locked.
Someone’s presence warmed my back. The site supervisor stood over my shoulder and repeated his prerecorded rant for the millionth time. “Mandatory is mandatory. The dead ignored the warning to their own peril. If they wanted to stay put, the least they could do is write their soc number on their arms...just like they were told to do. How many times did the news people make that announcement? Write your number on your arm if you plan to stay. How hard is that?”
I shifted away from him. I didn’t dare write my number on my arm.
“Suppose the two of you take a few. You look wasted, and these guys…” He waved his hand toward the gym. “Aren’t going anywhere.”

Friday, January 11, 2013

Launch Day For A Heart Broken by Sara Barnard



Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: Fiction/Historical/Romance
Release Date: January 11, 2013

A Heart Broken
How much grief can a heart bear before being tested to the ultimate limit?  The War is over, Charlotte and Sanderson are reunited, and life is good … until the Army comes knocking.  They have charged Sanderson with the murder of his former captor, the despicable Lieutenant Lantz who swore to kill him and Jackson. After a make-believe trial, Sanderson is sentenced to “hang by the neck until dead” – unless he can track down and kill the notorious outlaw William Quantrill with the help of SGT Jerry Thomas, who still may be in love with Charlotte.  While Sanderson is on his blood mission, Charlotte miscarries the baby he wasn’t even aware existed.  In addition to battling her grief over the loss of their unborn baby, Charlotte must also battle a rash of hydrophobia that threatens the countryside –Sanderson included.

Bio for Sara Barnard:
Sara Barnard, author of the historical fiction series, An Everlasting Heart, has been reading children’s books her whole life. First, she read then as a child then she read them to her four beautiful children! Sara has her Bachelor’s degree in history, has had her work included in numerous anthologies, and has written several other books to date. Sara and her family make their home in the historic hills of Oklahoma along with their three dogs, three cats, and eight chickens.

Author Contact Info:
www.sarabarnardbooks.com is Sara’s website
sarathreesuns.blogspot.com is where she occasionally blogs about life as a Mommy of four and wife to a Drill Sergeant.
@TheSaraBarnard on Twitter


Excerpt from A Heart Broken:
“Don’t die till we get to have some fun, girl.” Samuel’s whiskey-ruined voice was hot in Charlotte’s ear. Somewhere behind her, Dean’s maniacal laughter pulsated with cruelty. The Bowie knife grew closer to her face, but with her arms lashed behind her, Charlotte could only watch in helpless terror as the promise of death drew nearer.
“Sanderson!” she screamed, just before the icy blade met the skin of her neck.
“I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Sanderson murmured into her hair. His arm, muscled and tanned, tightened around her middle. His voice was thick with sleep. “Was it that dream again?”
She sat up and traced the knife scar at the base of her neck. The air was crisp in their loft and a rash of goose bumps immediately cropped up on her exposed skin. “It was one of them. The knife one. I always wake up before they kill me, but I swear,” Charlotte shook her head to clear the nightmare from her mind, “it gets scarier every time.”
“They’ll get worse before they get better.” Sanderson propped himself up on an elbow and ran his hand down her thigh before continuing, “Mine are pretty bad right now, too. But when I wake up and look at you, I know I’m home.”
She returned his mischievous smile.
“We’ve been through a lot these past few years. Figure it’ll take our brains a little while to catch up with our bodies. The bad dreams are just our way of getting there, as I see it.” He twined his fingers through hers. “You know how I know that I’m really home?” He tugged her down close.
“How’s that?”
“I can do this.” With his free hand, he cupped the side of her face. That familiar spark blazed to life within her chest before their lips met. She closed her eyes. Softly, his kiss found her cheek, then her lips. Trembling, she let herself be taken over by her husband’s sensual caress.
“Wait, what about Minerva? Won’t she hear us?” Charlotte’s eyes were still closed. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if they’d been right to offer Minerva and baby Jay Jay their extra room. Certainly, having an empty house in moments such as these would be optimal. She pushed the thought away as quickly as it had come. Minerva was her sister-in-law, and she couldn’t imagine everyday life without tiny Jay Jay. After all, she had brought him into the world and only Aunt Charlotte could calm him down deep in those colicky nights.
Sanderson’s breath was warm in her ear, “They went out early this morning.”
Satisfied that they were alone and talk time was over, Charlotte met Sanderson’s kiss with passionate ferocity. His skin, roughened by time spent in Alton Confederate Prison, glided against hers naturally, like water over smooth river pebbles.
Finally, my love is home. I’m complete as long as he is near.
The front door squeaked open, and Minerva’s voice wafted upstairs. “Jay Jay, such a fussy boy today. Come, I’ll feed you in our room.”
Quietly, Sanderson tucked the rose-patterned quilt up over their heads as Charlotte stifled a giggle. “We were alone,” she mouthed.
He kissed the tip of her nose.
Minerva’s door clunked shut, and baby Jay Jay’s threatening whimpers ceased a moment later.
Charlotte flung back the covers. “Maybe we can continue this tonight?”
“As you wish, Mrs. Redding.”
A pounding at the door tore their gazes from each other.
“Who in the world would come calling this early in the morning?” Charlotte wondered aloud.
“I’ll get it,” Sanderson called, pulling on his britches. His voice echoed in their quaint, stone cottage.
“I’m closer,” Minerva answered. “Jay Jay is too tired to sleep.” She clomped across the floor with the infant nestled in the crook of her arm.
Charlotte peered over the edge of the loft. “Good morning, Minerva. Is Jay Jay ready for his Aunt Charlotte?”
Si, he is.” Minerva smiled and rested her hand on the doorknob. “We picked some carrots this morning. Let’s make a stew tonight.” She hefted the door open.
An unfamiliar voice boomed, “Captain Sanderson Redding!” 
Sanderson froze, his shirt only half buttoned. The cold fingers of fear squeezed Charlotte’s stomach until bile rose into her throat. 
“Um, ah, um,” Minerva stammered. Jay Jay began to wail again.
Charlotte dashed to the window. “Soldiers! They’re everywhere Sanderson!” She whirled, eyes wide. “Can we make it to the cave underneath Sunshine Rock where I hid from the Yankees?”
He inched to the wall and peeked out the window. Reaching out to Charlotte, he pulled her close. “There’s no way. They’re even in the trees. Every rifle out there is trained on our house, just waiting for me to make a run for it.”
“We know he’s in there, so cough him up before we come in and search the place!”
Sanderson started toward the ladder.
“No! Please, we have to try!” Hysteria was threatening to overwhelm Charlotte to such an extent that she didn’t feel like herself at all. “Please!”
“I have to turn myself in, for all our sakes. We don’t know who pointed them our way, or even why they’re here.” He began to climb down, so Charlotte started after him. She grasped the rungs and rested her head against them. Her stomach lurched and her knees threatened to give way.
Sanderson plucked her from the ladder. She clasped his hand, and they stepped to the door together. Minerva moved behind them, the baby whimpering in her arms. Their eyes met for a moment.
“Captain Sanderson Redding?” An Army officer in blue stepped forward, a scroll in his hands.
“Good morning, gentlemen. How can I help you?” Sanderson’s voice was cool and ever polite, but his grip tightened on her hand. Charlotte tried to count the soldiers, but more kept appearing from the woods.
“Captain Redding, on behalf of the United States of America, I hereby charge you with the murder of Lieutenant Robbinson Lantz.” Sanderson’s eyes widened. “Also got a list of other lesser crimes, but they don’t really matter since you gonna hang for murder anyway.”


Thursday, January 10, 2013

Launch Day for Soul Mind by Doug Simpson

 Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: Fiction/General/Christian/Fantasy/Romance/Paranormal/Ghost/Visionary & Metaphysical
Release Date: January 10, 2013

Soul Mind
Dacque LaRose, a genuine good-guy and Good Samaritan, was accustomed to being visited by and communicating with disembodied spirits as he carried out his occasional assignments received from the Heavenly Powers. His latest spirit visit went miles beyond anything he would have ever imagined. The spirit of a former acquaintance and recent murder victim joined Dacque one morning on his favorite park bench and asked him to assist in solving his murder as the local authorities were getting nowhere, through no fault of their own but due to a lack of any substantial evidence in the case.
Dacque had absolutely no idea how he could be of assistance in solving a murder, but he was accustomed to receiving his Heavenly assignments one installment at a time so he knew the steps he would be expected to follow would appear in due course.
Dacque’s new assignment proved exciting and educational as the spirit of the murdered acquaintance gladly explained to Dacque and his detective friend the inner workings of the Soul Mind or subconscious mind.

Bio for Doug Simpson:

Doug Simpson is a retired high school teacher who has turned his talents to writing. His first novel, a spiritual mystery titled Soul Awakening, was published in the United States in October of 2011, by Book Locker. His magazine and website articles have been published in 2010 to 2012 in Australia, Canada, France, India, South Africa, the United Kingdom, and the United States. His articles can be accessed through his website at http://dousimp.mnsi.net.

Author Contact Info:


Excerpt from Soul Mind:
Dacque LaRose exited from the 7th Street Apartment Complex, on the chilly Monday morning in January, and walked north on 7th Street. He preferred to take morning walks, as often as he could, unless there was a specific reason to alter this routine, such as accommodating the schedule of a walking companion. On the days that he walked alone, and had no urgent errands to attend to, in order to spice-up his morning journeys he developed a routine where he alternated his starting direction between north and south. Walking east and west were not options, at least when he left his apartment complex. Sunday morning had been a south day, making Monday a north day.
      Part two of Dacque’s walking regimen incorporated his desire to walk continuously, as in without stopping, on his outward journey. To achieve this in the small, southern city of Anywhere, he allowed the street lights and stop signs to direct his destinations. If he faced a red light, he went left or right. A stop sign gave him the third option of continuing ahead, if traffic permitted. There were days when he stubbornly circled the same block a time or two, before he was able to eventually escape through a green light, but he achieved his goal of not stopping.
      On this chilly Monday morning Dacque encountered his first red light at Olive Avenue, so he crossed 7th on the green and continued west along Olive until he was faced with a another red light at 10th Street. He chose to cross Olive on the green light and go north again, but before he was half way across the light turned yellow. Dacque hot-footed it to the curb, and then crossed 10th Street on the green light. He loved it when the traffic signals led him into this section of the city. By choice, Dacque turned north and walked along the west side of 10th street, catching a green light at Lime Avenue. One of the most beautiful spots in the city of Anywhere, in his opinion anyway, was MacDunnah Park, located at the corner of 10th Street and Lime Avenue. Dacque entered the park at the south-east corner and took the East Path north to the Central Path, where he caught the Central Circle Path.
      The Central Circle Path, as its name implied, circled the center of the Park where many park benches and the most-beautiful flower gardens were located, at least in the seasons when they were in bloom. Dacque stopped, not because he was tired, but because he came upon what he and Dani Christian, a good friend and sometimes walking partner, referred to as ‘our bench,’ as it was on this bench that they had first met almost a year earlier when he was directed by the little voice he sometimes heard in his ear from the other side, or one of God’s messengers as he liked to believe. Now, whenever Dacque or Dani, together or alone, passed by ‘our bench,’ they always stopped and sat for a few minutes in silent meditation. There is a story that goes with this routine, obviously, but it will keep for another day.
      After a five to ten minute period of silent meditation on ‘our bench,’ Dacque opened his eyes and his heart skipped more than a beat when he saw Rolland Jones sitting on the other end of the bench. What made this event so startling was the fact that Rolland Jones had died two months previously as the result of a swift blow to the head from an old tire iron wielded by a yet unidentified servant of the Devil. Dacque caught his breath and regained his composure, in rather short order. This was not the first time that he had encountered a departed spirit, which made the initial shock easier to neutralize. “Hello, Rolland,” Dacque said, “I am truly pleased to see you again.”
      “Hello, Dacque,” Rolland’s spirit responded. “It looks like you won the ‘survival of the soul’ debate we were involved in a few months ago.”
      Dacque could not refrain from laughing no matter how hard he tried. “I am sorry about that, but it was impossible to stifle it. I am sure you know that I truly wish I could have won the debate in some way other than this way, believe me.”
      “Don’t feel too bad,” Rolland’s spirit replied. “I know, now, that it was simply my time to go. Karma can be a bugger, sometimes. Please tell Daphne that you saw me, and that I want her to get on with her life as best she can. Our time together is over, at least in her current lifetime, but I suspect that our souls will decide to incarnate together again in the future as we apparently have some unresolved issues to deal with. She was the determined believer in reincarnation, as you know perfectly well, so I suspect that she will be delighted to hear that I am still around, so to speak.”
      “I will do that,” Dacque assured him.
      “I dropped in to visit you today, to ask for your assistance in finding my murderer. The police are getting nowhere with the case, at least at this point in time. It’s not really their fault. The culprit who clobbered me with the tire iron did not leave them a lot of useful clues. The police may be barking up all of the wrong trees. That’s where you come in.”
      “What would you like me to do?”
      “Time will answer that for us. For starters though, will you see if you can come up with a connection or contact to the police investigation? We both understand that you cannot just walk into the cop-shop and tell them that the departed spirit of the victim told you who the probable murderer was, so we will need to work on this one step at a time.”
      “Your logic is good. I’m not acquainted with any of the local police officers, but I do know a couple of people who might have some connections. Let me work on it and see if I can locate your contact for you,” Dacque replied. “I suspect that you realize that many people are unable to see spirits. For some reason, God has seen fit to bless me with the ability to see and communicate with spirits, but I would guess that I am part of a rather small minority there. Do you have any knowledge, now that you are in spirit form again, whether our police contact will be able to see and communicate with you, or will you expect me to be your go-between with this contact person throughout the investigative process?”
      “As you obviously know, Dacque, I am rather new to the spirit world on this go-around, but I do have the priceless benefit of my soul memory from all of my past experiences in your world as well as here in the spirit world. Apparently the level of soul development of each human’s soul determines their abilities to communicate with us on this side. I am probably not telling you anything that you are not already aware of as I knew from our conversations, while in body, that your soul was developed sufficiently to be able to see and talk to us. So, to answer your question, the soul development of our contact will be the primary determinant as to whether this individual will be able to communicate with me directly, or whether we will require you to be our translator or go-between.”
      “I understand completely,” Dacque assured Rolland’s spirit. “Is there anything else that I should be aware of at this time?”
      “I don’t think so, but I am still slowly getting used to existing in spirit form again, and I am not certain if I have reacquired my entire spiritual abilities earned through previous experiences. I know my soul memory seems to be complete, but my soul reasoning may be a little out of practice. I’ll keep in touch,” the spirit of Rolland Jones, replied, and then disappeared.


Monday, January 7, 2013

Launch Day for When Noonday Ends By Carmen DeSousa



Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: Fiction, Romance, Suspense
Release Date: January 7, 2013
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-18-9   ISBN 10: 1939217180

When Noonday Ends
When a new attorney accepts a pro-bono case of an abused woman suspected of attempted murder, he ends up with more than he bargained for. She’s the ex-wife of one of the oldest and wealthiest families in Ashville, and her in-laws will stop at nothing to conceal family secrets—even murder.

Unable to ignore his attraction, he gets closer than he should. But when all evidence points to the woman he’s falling in love with, he will risk everything—his reputation, disbarment, maybe even his life to uncover the truth.


Bio for Carmen DeSousa:
Carmen characterizes her stories as modern-day fairytales, as they overflow with romance, mystery, suspense, and of course, tragedy. After all, what would a fairytale be without a tragic event setting the stage? All of her novels are sensual, but not erotic, gripping but not graphic and will make you cry, gasp, laugh, love, and hope.

Her first two novels, She Belongs to Me and Land of the Noonday Sun, have reached bestseller status right alongside Nicholas Sparks, J.D. Robb, and other great authors. Her third novel, Entangled Dreams, just published September 2012.


All of her novels are standalones; however, she does link each of her stories with a little surprise. If you read out of order, you'll never notice. But if you read in order, it's fun. 


Author Contact Info:
Website

Excerpt from When Noonday Ends
Sitting at the back of the courtroom, Tom’s mind wandered. One person after another approached the judge, claiming their innocence. He hated doing this, but the law firm where he worked required all new attorneys to accept hardship cases. To get your feet wet, they’d said.
Like his father before him, he’d chosen a career as an attorney. And for once in his life, his parents were actually proud of him.
Still, most attorneys spent their days off golfing. He couldn’t stand golf, but he’d give anything to be kayaking right now. Often he thought of changing careers, as his best friend Chad had done. He had thrown away four years of medical school to manage an outdoor store he’d inherited from his parents. Tom had always thought that it had been a stupid decision, but now he wondered. His best friend was married to a beautiful woman, had a son, and could kayak every day if he wanted.
What Tom really wanted was to take a few months off from life and hike the Appalachian Trail. After the year he’d had, he really needed some time away from life—all life. But then, his parents would be disappointed, and he’d really miss his niece, Samantha. His sister had been one of the wildest women he’d ever known. But since she’d had Sam, she’d finally settled down and was trying to be a good mother. Being a single mother wasn’t easy, and Michelle needed him. If only to give her at least one night a week to unwind.
Tom threw his head back and closed his eyes. Just the smell of the courthouse was grading on him today. The oil they’d used on the old wooden floors was giving him a migraine.
“No contest, Your Honor.” A soft country voice roused him from his brooding.
Tom forced his eyes to focus on the woman standing in front of the judge. It couldn’t be. The smooth blond hair, that beautiful country voice. Brandy? He shook his head to clear it. Brandy was dead; he’d shot her more than a year ago.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Launch Day for Fatal Jealousy By Christina OW
















Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: FICTION / General / African American / Mystery & Detective/Romance
Release Date: January 3, 2013
Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-23-3 ISBN 10: 1939217237

Fatal Jealousy
Twins Ellsa and Ellie are completely different in character, personality, taste and interests. Apart from the striking resemblance to each other, they share the one thing siblings shouldn’t…. the same taste in men.

They keep falling for the same man, creating a quiet rivalry between them. Determined not to let a man come between them ever again, Ellie and Ellsa agree to stay away from each others relationships. But when they meet Dale Carson, an FBI agent and a bachelor, their love lives are turned upside down. 

But they aren’t the only ones taken by the rogue. His partner and long time lover, Gwen Johansson, also called dibs.

 Carson is interested in only one of them. He is pulled by Ellie’s passion for love and art, and most importantly, him. What starts as a sexual chase, ends with his permanent retirement from bachelorhood.

But their love story is not a smooth one.

Carson’s day job comes knocking on his front door and before he knows it, his whole world is ripped apart.

 Out of all the possible suspects, Ellie has the most evidence stacked up against her. She is implicated in the brutal murders of her ex-boyfriends, and Carson is faced with the horror of arresting the love of his life. With two suspects of his own, he is convinced she is being set up, but he has no way of proving it.



Bio for Christina OW:
I love reading novels that take me on a ride of wild emotions. Books
have always been an escape for me, for a few hours I love to live the
lives of characters I grow to cherish and admire.
I’ve always had an active imagination and because of it I’ve lived in
my head more than I have been in the outside world. I’ve always
imagined scenarios and wondered how it would turn out in the end, and
what kind of emotions it would invoke.
Ii began writing down the many stories in my head in 2010.
I have a Diploma in Law and I’m currently in my last year for my BA in
International Studies.
Writing was never a career path for me it was just a release as
fashion design is my true passion, and now writing has become a vital
part of me and my family as my twin sister (M.O.) is also a writer.
I hope to always continue with my love of writing no matter what the
future holds for me.

Author Contact Info:
Facebook: Christina OW
Twitter: @christina_ow


Excerpt from Fatal Jealousy:
“Hi.”
Ellsa turned to the man. He was one of the few men she liked at this thing. Who knew speed dating was so boring. If they’d thrown in a few rich men then she’d have something to talk to them about. She didn’t care about their children, ex-wives and their pathetic struggle to amount to something. She wasn’t a shrink!
These guys were more Ellie’s speed. She didn’t care what the guy had, just the man’s character. For Ellsa, if she couldn’t have love, she had no problem with the bank account. Love had never been kind to her.
But this guy seemed to have both. “Hi.”
He smiled shyly, “Hi. My name is Elvis Banks.”
Banks? Cliché but I can live with that. “I remember. I’m Ellsa Jabari.” She said flirtatiously.
“Would you like some more wine?” He offered nervously.
The man had the looks and the money to back it, but he had no presence. He was completely unsure of himself and probably easy to manipulate. She smiled, penthouse here I come! “No. I’m good. So how may I help you?”
He smiled, “You could write down a phone number for me.”
Ellsa pulled out her business card, “I hope this is your way of asking me out on a date?”
He took the card and glanced at it, “Actually I was hoping you’d give me your sister’s number.” He turned to where she was. She was holding a bottle of beer and laughing with the bartender. “She wouldn’t give it to me.”
Ellsa turned away from him, beyond annoyed! “Too bad, I don’t have it.”

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Launch Day! Sara Barnard-Chunky Sugars

Chunky Sugars By Sara Barnard
Launch Day!!!

How Exciting you must be for the Launching of your first Children Book with 5 Prince Publishing KIDS.

Please tell us about this book.


What happens when Mommy gets all of her chunky little baby’s sugars? Find out in Chunky Sugars, an endearing picture book written by Sara Barnard and illustrated by Joshua Stolte.

Well it is cute that is for sure.

How can we order it?

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-20-2 ISBN: 10: 1939217202


HAPPY LAUNCH DAY SARA! ENJOY YOUR DAY!