Please Welcome Karen Ingalls – Author and RWISA member

 I am so pleased to host Karen Ingalls at my blog today. Karen is a member of both Rave Reviews Book Club and Rave Writers International Society of Authors. RWISA is an exclusive branch of #RRBC, and some of the very best Indie authors can be found on its virtual shelves.

Karen Ingalls is one of those authors, and I hope you enjoy the following interview.

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  • How long have you been writing?

I began writing as a preteen journaling, writing short stories and poetry.

  • How many books have you authored? Please give us up to 3 titles?

Outshine: An Ovarian Cancer Memoir

Novy’s Son, The Selfish Genius

Davida: Model & Mistress of Augustus Saint-Gaudens

  • Do you have a writing schedule?

No, I do not. I think it would be good for me and be better time management.

  • You’re a member of RAVE WRITERS – INTERNATIONAL SOCIETY OF AUTHORS (RWISA). Why do you think you were accepted into this exclusive group?

I was and am quite honored and surprised that I am a member. I believe my style and quality of work is the type of writing that RWISA looks for. My many thanks for the recognition and honor.

  • Modesty aside, what separates your writing from the millions of other writers in the world?

I write about subjects of which I am passionate about. Social issues such as health related and family dynamics are my primary topics.

  • If you could spend a day picking the brain of one author, who would that be? Why?

There are so many authors who I admire and love to read their books. Picking just one I would say Mitch Albom. I like the subject matter which is primarily spirituality that is in all his books. His style is simplistic and yet very deep. He also appears to be humble and approachable.

  • Are you a die-hard INDIE writer who loves having complete control of your work, or, if you were offered a publishing contract today, would you sign on the dotted line?

If the publishing company would take away a lot of the burden of marketing, then I would give it serious consideration. Yet, on the other side, I would not to lose my control of my work.

  • As an author, where do you see yourself in 5 years?

In five years, I would like to have completed the 8 short stories I am writing for my 8 grandchildren. Each story will let them know more about their Oma. And, I hope to have two more books published which are residing in my brain and heart patiently waiting for me to put the words on paper. In 5 years I also plan to be sitting in the same office overlooking beautiful Lake Dora here in Florida.

  • What is the ONE tool that has been the most beneficial tool in the marketing of your books?

I would have to say that RRBC has put me in contact with some very amazing people who have encouraged and supported me. I have learned how to use Twitter, FB, and my blogs more effectively.

  • Name one writer that you know of, member or non-member of RRBC, who you feel should be added to the RWISA Roster of elite members? Why?

Michael Lynes. His book is outstanding and I look forward to reading more from him.

  • What is the one piece of advice that you could share that would be most valuable for those aspiring to not only be writers, but those aspiring to be great writers?

Follow your dream! Do not let naysayers or your self-doubt stop you. Also, I think it is good to talk to other authors and learn from their experiences.

  • Do you believe that writers who churn out several books a year are really putting out quality work?

I have not found that authors who write many books in a year have the same quality and depth to their work. At least, I have not found any such authors.

  • If you had promised your fans a book by a certain date only to find that your book wasn’t the best it could be, would you go ahead and publish your book just to meet that self-imposed deadline and deliver as promised, or, would you disappoint your fans and shelve the book until it was absolutely ready? No matter your reason, please explain why?

I would not publish a book until I knew it was ready. My fans would understand and would want and expect only the best from me. The book is coming from a deep part of me and therefore I would hope that my fans would appreciate my quality of work even if it missed the promised deadline.

  • In your opinion, what makes a book “a great book?”

For me a book must have depth and inform or challenge me in my thoughts about life’s issues. The plot must be believable and the characters strong. I do not like “fluff.”

  • If you received a review of your book which stated that there were editing & proofing “issues,” what’s the first thing you would do? And the second?

First I would be shocked to receive such a review. I have a highly qualified editor who has done all three of my books. I would go to her and we would sort out if there are any editing/proofing issues. If not, I would then contact the reviewer to further understand and hopefully resolve the concern.

WRITING FROM THE HEART

                As a young girl and now as a mature adult, I write from my heart. When I began journaling as a pre-teen I wrote about my unanswered questions, fears, doubts, and dreams. That process continued throughout the next seventy some years resulting in three published books and several articles.

I write about subjects for which I feel passionate. As a preteen growing up in a dysfunctional home I wrote about the heavy drinking, abuse, and abandonment I feared would happen. Expressing my emotions and dreaming what life could be like helped me to formulate my goals and hopes. Unconsciously I created the person I wanted to be which was different from my two primary role models.

 

I became a holistic nurse and developed my own practice as a nurse therapist. My writings were now newsletters and articles based on health/wellness and spirituality.  I was fulfilling the dream of helping people to become healthier physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

My first published book was definitely written from my heart. It started out as a journal about my experiences when diagnosed with cancer. It soon became a book, which has touched the hearts of men and women facing cancer or other difficult challenges.

The two novels I have had published are about family dynamics, which are very important influences as to the type of adults we become. The loss of the “Iron John” in the relationship between fathers and sons is quite evident in many families. Men must know how to raise their sons showing and teaching them unconditional love and respect.

When one writes from the heart, the author is in touch with those things of which he/she is passionate about. It comes from the deepest part of ourselves…our soul.

Add Karen’s books to your library 

Outshine: An Ovarian Cancer Memoir – http://goo.gl/bg0CpF

Novy’s Son: The Selfish Genius – http://goo.gl/9r78rg

Davida: Model and Mistress of Augustus Saint-Gaudens – http://goo.gl/nIzrKX

Social Media

Twitter: @KIngallsAuthor

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Karen-Ingalls/1473379352893458 (goo.gl/mgK8xW)

Blog

http://www.kareningalls.blogspot.com

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The Cozy Is Coming

Below is the first chapter of my work-in-progress, One Dyke Cozy. I would love any feedback that you want to give.                                                 * * *

   We think of time differently depending on where we are in our life. When we’re ten, it’s almost impossible to imagine being forty, let alone twice that. The years stretch before us like a lazy summer’s day. No hurry, no responsibilities, nothing but wonderful, endless time.

   Even reaching the milestones of eighteen and twenty-one doesn’t register on our radar all that much. Sure, we’re adults now, but we’re still young, and the years have yet to touch us with any degree of harshness. 

   There is no set time when reality hits. It’s different for everyone, and some people are close to the end of the line when it happens. But at some point, we wake up and realize that we are middle-aged, and there is still so much left to do. So many of those childhood dreams are unfulfilled, but now we’re tied down with the various ropes that make up our everyday lives. Those little things that were so insignificant ten or fifteen years ago, but now have become insurmountable barriers that stand between us and everything yet undone.

   It’s at this point that we may take a brutally honest look at our life, weighing our incompletions against the time that we feel remains. And it’s then that we often pray for more. More time to make green the seeds we planted in our youth. All of those dreams that we once knew would blossom into reality because we had so much time ahead of us to make it happen.

   Most people ask for years, and they are the lucky ones. Lucky because they know that nothing but time stands between them and the achievement of their goals. They know that there are steps to take, and that those steps won’t happen overnight, but they are confident that they will succeed. All they need is a few more years.

   However, there are many of us for whom the concept of years has become as much a fairy tale as Cinderella’s glass slipper. Perhaps we are ill, and our doctors have gently told us to say our goodbyes and take what enjoyment we can from the days ahead. Perhaps we are simply old, with so much road behind us that we cannot see more than a block or two ahead.

   Whatever the case, we do not ask for more years. We simply ask for more. More time, in any denomination, is all that we want. A few more weeks, another month, even one more day. Just…one more day. 

   Amazing things can happen in a day. Medical Science may discover an uber cure for everything that currently ails modern man. Some technological genius could put the finishing touches on permanently young android bodies, so perfectly made the even the people inhabiting them could not tell the difference. Or maybe the Lord would call his children home, sparing us the trauma of having to die at all. So many miracles are just within reach and maybe only a day or two away. Someone once told me that the tragedy is not to die, but to die too soon.

   You may be wondering why I included myself in the group for whom each moment is a gift, and maybe I’ll write about that at some point. But that’s not what this story is about. This is my chance to tell you about the person who had the greatest impact on my life, and who was largely responsible for the person that I became: my best friend, Shy.

Through Shy I learned some of the most important lessons of my life. She taught me to fight like a champion, love like a poet, and live like it was my last day on Earth.

   So please sit back, get comfortable, and spend a few minutes bouncing through the years with Shy, and the one dyke cozy.                                                                                                      * * * 

   I hope that you enjoyed taking a peek at #Cozy. If all goes well, it should be on Amazon’s virtual shelves somewhere around the first of March. 

   Thank you so much for stopping by my blog. I apologize for being gone so long, but sometimes, life gets worky. I’ll be back next week with another post, and hopefully I’ll be able to stay on track. I appreciate your patience, and your understanding.

   

#RRBC’S Back-To-School Book & Blog Block Party

 

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Hello, and welcome to my stop on this fantastic tour. This post is coming to you from beautiful Tacoma, just a few short miles south of Seattle, in the great state of Washington.

Here we are, on the last day of the tour. I don’t know about you, but I’ve had so much fun visiting so many fantastic blogs and reading about all those books!  I’ve also won a couple of awesome prizes, and that’s fun too.

Speaking of prizes, at this stop I’ll be giving away (1) signed paperback copy of Shadow of the Drill  (USA residents only), (3) Kindle copies of Shadow of the Drill, (3) Kindle copies of A Perilous Thirst, (1) $10.00 Amazon Gift Card, and (2) $5.00 Amazon Gift Cards, for a total of 10 prizes. All you have to do is leave a comment at the end of this post and you’ll be entered to win. Good luck!

 

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A Perilous Thirst

 In 1987, the AIDS crisis forces a gay vampire to make a few changes…

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   I have a unique hunger, as you now know. And with this unique hunger comes unique problems, though many are now more easily overcome. Finding partners is fairly simple these days, even for one of my preferences. You would be amazed at the veritable smorgasbord of succulent young gentleman found almost every night of the week in any leather bar. Or, maybe not. I am rather observant, and those are trooper’s boots beneath your jeans, are they not? And your key ring…most interesting. I must admit that I find the swing of your keys against your hip strangely exciting.

But in reference to the men who patronize those bars; I have found them to be audacious, daring to the point of abandon. They seek sensation at its maximum intensity, and the power, the unadulterated vivacity, that can be drawn from them at the absolute peak of rapture, is… Well, my friend, let me just say that it is ecstasy of the highest degree.

There is something about such men that draws me to them, forcing me to reach deep within myself to give them what they so fearlessly desire. You may think that it is only the physical hunger that compels me, but I tell you now that there is another need as well. One which is just as powerful, just as demanding, just as intense. The need of which I speak is emotion. That human attribute you so cheerfully take for granted, but which was lost to me on the eve of my transformation.

Please excuse me, but I did not hear your question clearly. The level of noise in this establishment at times precludes conversation. I believe that you asked if I was referring to love. Is that correct?

I think that I would have to say that the attributes of love, those exquisite yearnings to become one with another, is not what I am speaking of. Rather, the emotion itself. Any strong emotion, whether it be love, lust, exhilaration, even fear (although that particular morsel does tend to leave a mildly unpleasant ambiance behind) is capable of being transferred from my partner to myself during moments of intimacy. A high-calorie dessert, if you will. The chocolate truffles of the vampire’s feast.

You mentioned earlier that you find intimacy for the sake of physical pleasure alone to be unfulfilling. It is the same with me, from a slightly different perspective. To engage another simply to feed, is to deprive myself of the aforementioned truffle, resulting in an experience that I would describe as adequate, at best. Therefore, I tend to choose my partners based not on my attraction to them, but rather, their attraction to me. The more captivating they find me, the greater their response to my seduction. Which, in turn, leads to erotic adventures of a most extraordinary nature.

Grab a copy of this unique short story for only $0.99.

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Shadow of the Drill is the first in a series of books about an unrepentant enforcer, d the violent life that he leads.  Below is a passage form when Decker (the Drill) is in the midst of a showdown with his oldest enemy, who has the upper hand.

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   “Well,” Decker said, refusing to let his voice betray the fury that he was feeling. “If you’re gonna do it, best get to it.”

Trevor stared at him, mouth open and eyes honestly confused. “Are you for real? Man, I’m about to set your ass on fucking fire, and you’re telling me to go ahead and do it?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Buddy, ya ain’t right.”

“You want me to beg?” Decker snapped the question, his anger at his own inability to best the man – again – exploding onto his face. “Is that it? Is that what you want?” His shoulders squared against his bonds, and he somehow managed to appear almost regal. “As a rule, I never beg. But maybe I can make an exception for you.”

Staring directly at his would-be executioner, he gauged the distance between them, wondering if he dared to make a move just yet. “Let’s see,” he said softly as if trying to jog his memory. “Oh yeah . . . I remember now. It goes something like this.” Leaning back in the chair, he squinted his eyes tightly and began tossing his head from side to side.

“NO-O-O!” He screamed the word, his bruised throat screaming back in protest when he raised his voice. “I’m begging you – no more! You want money? I’ll get you money. I’ll get you anything you want – just please, no more!”

Opening his right eye, he curled his lips into a mocking smirk. “That’s how it was with them,” he said with undisguised contempt. “Your ‘boys’. They went out screaming. Pissin’ their pants and beggin’ me for mercy they were never gonna get.” He yawned, as if the whole thing was of no consequence. “They didn’t last very long. In fact, they -”

A blow to the face stopped him, and he tasted blood when his lower lip split. “What’s the matter, Trev?” The words were slurred through rapidly swelling lips, but his sarcasm came through perfectly. “Not a pretty picture?”

Trevor ignored him, retrieving his jacket from where he had tossed it earlier. As he lifted the garment, he spotted the Browning lying in the shadow of an empty packing crate. A cheerful grin brightened his face as he reclaimed the weapon and slipped it into the pocket of the jacket. He had owned the Browning for several years and was very fond of it. Losing it would have been a tragedy.

When he removed his hand from the folds of the jacket, it held a book of matches. Decker tensed, knowing that time was running short.

Can I wiggle out of this? His thoughts came without panic as he tested the strength of the ropes again. They were unyielding, so he let his exhausted mind bounce freely through his other options. I could let the fire burn through the ropes, he mused, but could I take it? I think I could, but how much damage would it do? And could I really hold my arms in the fire long enough to burn out of this? He thought for a moment longer, then put that idea on the shelf. There had to be another way.

In the meantime, Trevor had pulled three matches from the book, holding them in front of Decker’s face. “Burning’s gotta be the worst way to go,” he said pensively. “The smoke is thick . . . heavy. It fills your lungs and chokes out the air. Ya won’t even have the breath to scream when your skin starts to sizzle. And the heat! Oh, my god, the heat! You’ll feel the blood boilin’ in your veins until your skin splits like sausage in the pan.” An expression that was somewhat familiar to Decker crossed his face, bringing with it the scent of rain and a glimpse of Maria’s tearful eyes. “I wonder how long you’ll last. Will the smoke get ya first? Or will ya still be awake when you start to burn?”

Striking the first match, he held it for a moment before tossing it onto a table that bore dark splotches of gasoline. The wood flared brightly while Trevor watched the flame with fascination. “Look at it burn,” he whispered. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He faced Decker again, striking another match. “Fire purifies. It purifies through destruction.” His eyes glittered in the glow of the tiny flame, and as he tossed the match into a pile of broken chairs, Decker caught a clearer look at the particular brand of psycho that he was dealing with.

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Rudy Valdez comes under attack when a rival club owner sets his sights on the Toybox without realizing that to take on Rudy is to take on the Drill. The bad guys are about to lern what “bad” really is.

If all goes as planned, Winter of the drill should be on Amazon’s virtual shelves by the end of October.

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The headlights flashed into high beam and he tightened his hands on the wheel, bracing his shoulders against the back of the seat. “Ladies,” he said mildly, “put your belts on, please. We might have a problem.”

“What’s up?” Nikki asked while she obediently buckled herself in. Lena turned to hear Rudy’s reply, but then the other car was upon them and there was no time to talk.

Rudy studied the driver’s face while the sedan roared toward him in the other lane, watching the man’s shoulders shift just before the vehicle’s nose swung toward him. Swearing loudly, he pulled the wheel sharply to the left in an attempt to beat the other car to the bash.

The steering wheel bucked in his hands when the vehicles slammed together. The impact threw his body forward, wrenching his neck and back when the seatbelt locked and almost making him wish that his air bag had not been disabled. He could hear the girls screaming as they clung to each other in the back seat, and he shouted at them to keep their heads down.

There was no sound from Lena, and when he shot a glance in her direction he saw why. Her head lolled back against the headrest, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. Blood smeared the glass to her right, and Rudy knew that she needed medical help immediately.

“Damn,” he muttered, still fighting the wheel while the car shot out of the curve. He thought for a moment that he had it under control, but then the car that had been following slammed into his vehicle from behind.

“Hang on,” he yelled as loudly as he could, hoping that the two in the back could hear his voice over their own. “Here we go!”

The car slid, turning as the tires lost traction on the wet pavement. Rudy managed to keep all four wheels on the ground, reacting with cool precision when the back end fishtailed from one side to the other. He knew that the second car was still behind him, its driver no doubt waiting for a chance to ram him again. And though Rudy’s first choice would have been to face his pursuers, beating the other drivers at their own game, he had the girls to consider. Their presence in the car meant that a round of bumper cars on the narrow stretch of road was out of the question. Therefore, his only option was to hit the gas and hope that he was the better driver.

The lights in the mirror grew brighter, a second pair of eyes joining the first when the car that had passed him hung a U-turn and fell in behind the other. Seeing this, Rudy adjusted his seatbelt and squared his shoulders. A quick word to the girls in the back, and then a look of fierce determination settled onto his face. Eyes focused, right foot steadily pressing the gas pedal toward the floor, Rudy began to run.

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Thank you so much for stopping by on this last day of a fantastic tour.before you head out, please consider stopping by my Facebook page and giving it a like. http://goo.gl/UvY4YY Also, you can get the first three chapters of Shadow by joining my mailing list. http://goo.gl/mHOFcF Thanks again, and don’t forget to leave a comment so that you will be entered to win a prize.

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THE #RRBC B2S BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY IS HERE!

Another great stop on the #RRBC Book & Blog Tour. Please stop by, & check out the amazing authors on #RWISAisland. 😃

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We’re coming to you from all over the world!

There will be 2 winners here today!

(1) $10 Amazon gift card!

(1) RWISA Swag gift pack!

To get your name in the drawing, please leave a comment below.  That’s it!  Easy-schmeasy!

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I invite you to take a stroll thru RWISA Island (be careful so that the trees don’t swat you in the face as you hit the trail) and check out some of the showcases of these talented authors!  To get to those showcases, start here. Then, if you feel that your work is RWISA-ready, we invite you to join us!  Be sure to read our RWISA Pledge first!

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There’s another stop along the tour today, and we ask that you drop by to support it, and all the ones you’ve missed! Here’s the line-up

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RRBC BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY

Yet another great stop on the#RRBC Book & Blog Tour, and a very inspiring piece of poetry. 😀

Life As I Know It

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Hello, bloggers!!

Welcome to the Alabama stop on the #RRBC BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY!! I am thrilled to have you stop by!!!

My stop’s Giveaway Prizes include these 3 fabulous items: 
1)  1st Edition RRBC Anthology
2)  2nd Edition RRBC Anthology
3)  $10 Amazon Gift Card
Which do you hope to get your hands on??? All you have to do is comment below and that will get your name in the hat!!  😉

Now, for the book info…
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AUTHORS:  Myself, along with many incredible authors of Rave Reviews Book Club.
GENRE:  Poetry
BOOK BLURB:  RAVE SOUP FOR THE WRITER’S SOUL Anthology is a compilation of motivational, inspirational and humorous stories from some of the most talented writers of the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB. These stories and poems are meant to inspire you and lift you up at the exact moment you need…

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Did You Know…? Five Things Every #Author Should Know. #RRBC Book & Blog #BlockParty

Another awesome post from the #RRBC book & blog block party. I hope you enjoy reading it.

4WillsPublishing Author Services

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Location:  WORLDWIDE

#of Giveaways:  3

(1) 3-Day Weekend Blog Tour

(1) 24-Hr Twitter Support for winner’s book or blog

(1) $5 Amazon Gift Card

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Hi, and welcome to 4WillsPublishing Author Services where our strong wills keep you moving forward!  We offer top-notch service with our book trailers, blog tours, book covers and more!  So, do take a look around and if you want the best, then you want to become a 4WillsPub client!

I know that you have been visiting some really awesome blogs along this block party tour, with really interesting blog posts.  Some were short and sweet, others were lengthy and filled with details.  Mine, well, it will fall somewhere in the middle.

I thought I’d feed you a little Author Stew…a little of this, and a little of that, but all in the helpful tips department.  So, here goes…I’m going to ask you 5…

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#RRBC BACK TO SCHOOL 2016 BOOK & BLOG PARTY!!

Another great stop on #RRBC’s BackTo School Book & Blog Party! I’ve read these books, and I recommend them both.

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HELLO EVERYBODY!!

Coming to you live from Oak Park, Michigan
The Great Lakes State

Here are my giveaways for today: 

$15 Amazon Gift Card

1 Autographed Paperback Copy of Crazy Hot And Living On The Edge

1 Autographed Paperback Copy of Our Lady of Victory The Saga of an African American Catholic Community
(Shipping in the USA only)

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 Take a ride on the 2016 Book & Blog Party tour bus with me today. There are some fabulous prizes just for leaving a comment.


 

CRAZY! HOT! AND LIVING ON THE EDGE!!

I am offering FREE Amazon Kindle Downloads for a new and improved Crazy Hot and Living On The Edge

TWO DAYS ONLY!! Starting today August 6th through 7th!!

 

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#RRBC Back-To-School Book & Blog Block Party!

I haven’t read these books yet, but I sure plan to. It sounds like an absolutely fascinating story.

Writing and Music

Blog Party 1Hello, and “WELCOME” to Rave Reviews Book Club Back-To-School Book and Blog Party!

Coming to you from McKinney, Texas

Here’s what I am giving away today

TWO $5.00 AMAZON GIFT CARDS

TWO eBooks of FLOWERS AND STONE (Book 1 of the series)

NUMBER OF WINNERS FOR THIS STOP: 4

You must “Like” and “Comment” on this post to enter drawing

I’d like to introduce you to my books and am honored that you stopped by to check them out! First and foremost, my books are true stories (a series of four books) about a veteran Texas Musician, a young girl who loved him and the many twists and turns his/her life took including fifteen years of incarceration in Leavenworth prison.

Today, famed TV personality, Ike The Interviewer, will be conducting an interview with the main character in the books, Luke Stone.  Ike is tall and balding with kind eyes. He…

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