Saturday, August 29, 2015

A Worldwide Platform for #Women - Check out @onMogul



Join the fun.


I thought I'd share with you an interesting site that empower women to share their stories and views of the world.

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Now, the question you might be asking is how did I hear about them?


I received an invitation to be a contributor.


After looking at their site, I thought it would be exciting to share my adventures with other women. I don't just talk about my books. I also share my travel adventures and my thoughts on being a mother, woman, wife. I also connect with other women in the world who share the same hopes and dreams that I have.


MOGUL is regularly visited by more than 196 countries and 25,000 cities worldwide. MOGUL was the Recipient of the 2014 Innovator Award presented by Cadillac, named one of the Top NYC Startups to Watch in 2015 by Entrepreneur Magazine, named one of the Best Websites for Finding Top Talent by Inc. Magazine, and has been honored and recognized by Forbes, Business Insider, and Harvard Business School.


I encourage you to take a look at the site. It maybe a place where you can find friends and achieve your dreams.


Read more about the Tiffany Pham,  the founder of the MOGUL.






TIFFANY PHAM BIOGRAPHY
Tiffany Pham is the Founder & CEO of MOGUL, an award-winning worldwide platform connecting women to trending content, including stories, products, and jobs that are personalized to their interests. MOGUL is visited by millions of women from over 196 countries and 25,000 cities worldwide.  Tiffany was named one of Forbes' 2014 "30 Under 30" in Media, Business Insider's 2014 "30 Most Important Women Under 30" in Technology, and also the Winner of the 2014 Cadillac "Innovator" Award. She has spoken at the United Nations, Bloomberg, AOL, Harvard Business School, UCSD, Northeastern, Columbia, and in Dubai.


Previously Director of Business Development at CBS, Tiffany handled strategic initiatives and partnerships for more than 150 digital properties for CBS TV stations and radio stations across 29 US markets. For her contributions, she received the 2013 CBS Digital Media "All-Star" Award. She has also worked with HBO, Credit Suisse, and Goldman Sachs.




An award-winning film producer, Tiffany also co-produced the hit feature film GIRLFRIEND (Toronto '10; Gotham Film Audience Award Winner), CHILD 31 (Warsaw '12; endorsed by Celine Dion, Annie Lennox, and former UK Prime Minister Gordon Brown), HERMIT (Provincetown '13; Accolade Award Winner), TWENTY FIVE (Independent Series Awards Nominee '14), and FUNNY BUNNY (SXSW '15). She also oversaw the theatrical release of ARCADIA (Berlin '12; Berlin Crystal Bear Award Winner, starring Oscar nominee John Hawkes).




Tiffany additionally served as Head of Marketing for the Beijing International Screenwriting Competition, launched with the Beijing government. Hailed by James Cameron, Senator Elizabeth Warren, and Governor Deval Patrick as a new model of "cross-cultural collaboration between China and the US," Tiffany led the initiative to be featured in over 400+ US and Chinese media outlets, including the New York Times, Variety, Hollywood Reporter, Deadline, Beijing TV, Bloomberg, and Yahoo.




Tiffany served on the Board of Directors for No Limits Media, Board of Trustees for Provincetown Film Society, the Interactive & Technology Committee for WNET New York Public Media, and the Business Committee for the New York City Ballet for the past 6 years. Tiffany is also an Advisor to YCombinator startup BuzzStarter.




Tiffany is the co-author of the book From Business Strategy to Information Technology Roadmap: A Practical Guide for Executives and Board Members (published by CRC Press). She is a graduate of Yale University and Harvard Business School.






Here are some of their favorite articles about MOGUL:
Entrepreneur | Inc. | Business Insider | Yahoo Finance | Huffington Post | Forbes | Cadillac | Harvard Business School


Check it out and make sure to follow me at https://onmogul.com/users/tinagayle


Have an awesome day,


Tina

Friday, August 28, 2015

#RockingSummerRomance - The Visionary by @psthib










 


Blurb: A visionary is someone who sees into the future Taylor Forrestier sees into the past but only as it pertains to her work. Hailed by her peers as “a visionary with an instinct for beauty and an eye for the unique” Taylor is undoubtedly a brilliant architect and gifted designer. But she and twin brother Trevor, share more than a successful business. The two share a childhood wrought with lies and deceit and the kind of abuse that’s disturbingly prevalent in today’s society.  Can the love of God and the awesome healing power of His grace and mercy free the twins from their past and open their hearts to the good plan and the future He has for their lives?


 
Excerpt:
 “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“I’m not through yet,” he mumbled, then slid off the couch and swung her up in his arms.
Fear snuck in, darkening her eyes. She stiffened and opened her mouth to protest. He brushed his lips over hers and silenced her objections.
“I just want to hold you,” he whispered and laid his forehead against hers. “That’s all. I promise,” he added, unable to camouflage the need in his voice.
***
He’d offered her another step to relinquish her fear and trust him. Triumph lit his expressive eyes when she wrapped her arm around his neck, smiled, and whispered, “Okay,” then snuggled her face against his shoulder and let him carry her to the bedroom.
With exquisite tenderness, he laid her on the bed, crawled up beside her, and took her in his arms. Taylor felt the strength of his need in the heat and tensed against the hardness of his body. He eased his grip and propped up on one elbow beside her. His eyes pleaded for grace when he stroked the hair off her face and said in a soft, husky voice, “Please don’t be afraid of me; please trust me. I will never force or even persuade you to give more than you’re ready to.”
They gazed at each other for a long, tender moment. She cupped his cheek in her hand, brushed her thumb over his mouth, then curled her fingers in his hair and urged his head down to fasten her lips to his. A low moan escaped his throat, yet he held himself taut.
Taylor ran her hand over his shoulder and back in a soft caress then wrapped her arms around his waist. “Hold me, Alex, I trust you.”
The emotions reflected in his tone caressed her heart when he thanked her in that beautiful velvety-rough voice. He rolled onto his back, pulled the covers over her, and held her while she slept.
 
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Author bio: Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”



Links:

Website address: http://www.pamelathibodeaux.com  



Twitter: http://twitter.com/psthib @psthib


Thanks Pam for stopping by,


Tina

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

#RockingSummerRomance - Long Time Walk on Water








LONG TIME WALK ON WATER  by Joan Barbara Simon


Summary:

Emily Thompson, Rose to her friends, emigrates to the motherland, England, in search of a better life. It will be hard work for the young mother in this rich man’s country; above all she must also come to terms with this unknown phenomenon; di Hinglish dem.

James Dunbar. Jack is what he answers to. Picking his way through the mucky incidents of life, he consoles himself that things will get better.

They happen to meet at a bus-stop, Emily and Jack.

A tale of how the humble live whilst waiting for their dreams to come true.

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In the following excerpt, news flies faster than Lester Piggot (a famous English jockey and him small like a squirrel); fast as a shame from the J.A. (as Jamaicans call their country) to the UK.



Martha Brae, October —, 19—

Dear Rose,

I’m sure everything in England is going fine for you. As soon as I open your letter and parcel, I sit down to write and tell you thank you, that Marlene and Leroy overjoy with the things you send them. You know me don’t have a good head like you, and me is not someone love pen and paper, so I make it short. Marlene draw this little picture for you. She say you must make sure you keep it because when she come to England she is going to look and see if you still got it. The child cheeky as a shame.
You say everything is fine and I believe you, but me also hear bad story them from other people. I hear how black people can’t go out at night and have to fear the skinhead them like the blacks in the fifties did afraid of the Teddy Boys. But because you don’t go out so much you probably don’t get to hear this. And other people talk how difficult it is to get a job or somewhere to live because the white people them prejudice and want to squash you up in a cooby like a chicken. I know you doing alright but I don’t know if I could pick up myself go to a country where people look down at me. Is enough that them behave like that right here in Jamaica without you go abroad for the same treatment and get spit on even more. The black sometimes as bad as the white people them and ignorance spread out all over the world.
We talking about white. Me hear you have a white boyfriend. Is true or is not true? You don’t have to hide it from me. Me hear him is one old old white man you meet at the bus-stop and him pay you fare everywhere you want to go in London. Him was one chaufur, or how you call it, and use to drive the big politician you see in the television up and down the country. Is true? Me also hear him and Richard is best friend. Is how come you don’t tell me the half of what happening over there, Rose? Is how come I have to find out everything second hand? People them asking me if me know this and if me know that, I must know because my good friend in England. I don’t know what to say and I don’t know what to believe when the people them talk. Don’t you think it’s time for you to put me in the picture?
It look like I am going to have another child next year. I don’t need no doctor to tell me I’m nine weeks pregnant. I don’t tell nobody - them will see for themselves in time. Glad him gone. Me did chase him out. Him too little and nasty. One more mouth to feed, I would like to know what the Lord have in mind for me? You know what it say in the Bible, to them who got shall be given and from them who don’t have shall be taken away. Well at least that was a piece of clever thinking you did going to England. Now you move out of the one camp into the other while me still sitting right there as always with no way of getting out. Maybe me fix up myself with one a them Hinglanman come back to J.A. and got a little something in him pocket. Who knows, such a nice girl like me (smile).
Well, this was just a thank you letter and to give you my little piece of news. Take care of yourself and don’t forget that I’m waiting for explanations.

Your friend,
Junie.


The novel is not a typical story where you know how things will end even before you've even finished the first page. I promise, you won't! Not until the very last words. And it's more than a mere love story. It’s about faith; about loving the life you see ahead of you, in your dreams. And allowing no one to take it away from you.’
(Joan Barbara Simon, interviewed by Lucy Walton for Female First)

About the Author


Dr Joan Barbara Simon divides her time between researching children’s literacy development and writing fiction. Having obtained her first Ph.D. in educational studies, she’s dared to go for her ultimate challenge: a Ph.D in Creative Writing.  Of herself, she says: ‘I’ve made it my mission to look more closely at undefined spaces as the best way to resist the temptation and comfort of easy answers. I’m interested in a broad range of language issues. Currently wrapping my brain around the political properties of words as polysemic, liminal entities and the nature of their common borders with the visual arts and gendered realities. That said, I’m a nice girl, so talk to me.





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Monday, August 24, 2015

Hot Excerpt by @AnitaPhilmar for the #ASMSG #MFRWauthor






Excerpt from Banished Scoundrel one of the stories in the Banished series











“Have you dropped off your stipend for the game

tomorrow?” She laid her finely, manicured hand on

his arm. The dainty touch sent sparks of awareness

through him, and his cock swelled. “The governor

likes to put all the money in his strongbox for

safekeeping before the party begins.”



Jack reined in his desire and reminded himself

of his primary objective—to transport the lady back

to Ardenia.



However, he liked Sloan’s clever rule. If a man

didn’t contribute the required gold coins to the game,

the governor shouldn’t waste resources entertaining

him. “No, I can’t say that I have. I arrived just a few

moments ago..”



“Then let me show you to the study, and I’ll

fetch you a drink.” She touched his arm again and

stepped into the foyer.



He bowed his head slightly and played the

unfamiliar part of a refined gentleman. “And you

are?”



She fluttered her hand over her face and

brushed a wisp of light brown hair from her brow.

“The governor calls me Kitty. It’d probably be best if

you did, too.”



“What an alluring name? It makes me think of a

cat with its lips covered by a luscious coat of cream.”

Jack stared at Kitty’s mouth, and his tongue tingled

at the idea of tasting her rich, flavorful lust.



She giggled and wove her hand through the

crook in his arm. The soft swell of her breast

bumped against his arm. “Oh, you’re naughty, but I

love the alluring image.”



“Then, I hope you’ll let me have a taste later.”

He didn’t crowd her but allowed her to step back.

She led him across the entranceway to a door on the

other side.



Remember she’s a princess.



Blurb: Known scoundrel Jack Avery must earn the queen's forgiveness by rescuing her missing daughter from the human world. His sources reveal the Princess Noelani is being held by a powerful man who likes a good game of chance. So with twenty borrowed pieces of gold Jack enters the high-stakes game. Only the lady he encounters is no princess. This pretty Kitty makes him want to hear her purr.



Under a memory spell, Kitty recalls nothing before the governor bought her from her parents and offered her protection from those he claims would kill her kind. So what if, in order to control her, he forces Kitty to morph then deprives her of sexual release after transformation. But the crafty card player she is assigned to “entertain” reveals himself as a kindred spirit—a shape shifter—and unravels the lie she’s been forced to live.



Together Jack and Kitty risk it all, for the stakes are high and the prize is worth it...freedom, forgiveness, love.


Read more about the other books in the Banished at http://www.anitaphilmar.com/banishedbookpg.html


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Thanks for sharing Anita,


Tina


Tina

Saturday, August 22, 2015

A #SciFi #Romance For Women Only by @KayelleAllen #MFRWauthor



For Women Only by Kayelle Allen.

About the Book

Title For Women Only
Genre Science Fiction with Romantic Elements
Author Kayelle Allen
Book heat level (based on movie ratings): PG13

About the Story

Sweet Science Fiction Romance with a Kick. The Antonello Brothers series continues with For Women Only. 

When Kin Ambassador Mehfawni visits the capitol planet of the Tarthian Empire, she meets the human Khyff, a security expert with the company For Women Only. Fawni expects a fling, but finds love. Upon discovering her own people devastated Khyff's family, she longs to restore all he lost, but some tragedies can never be reversed. Her family demands she cast out the human, for if she keeps Khyff, she must deny her heritage and abdicate her future rule. 

When Fawni searches for an alternative, she stumbles upon Khyff’s darkest secret, a cover-up that if exposed, will betray her world to its enemies, and bare her family to open shame. But how can she leave him to suffer in the darkness that binds his heart?

His secret truth is her people's darkest lie.

(Book 1: At the Mercy of Her Pleasure)

Buy This Book

Giveaway

Download a free PDF adult coloring book inspired by some of Kayelle's characters. Original art by Jamin Allen.

About the Author

Kayelle Allen is the best selling author of the Tarthian Empire Companion, an Illustrated World-Building Bible and Guide to Writing a Science Fiction Series.

Unstoppable Heroes Blog http://kayelleallen.com/blog
Romance Lives Forever Reader Group http://kayelleallen.com/bro

Thanks for sharing,

Tina

Thursday, August 20, 2015

BootLeg Broadway By Diana Rubino #romance


Booze, music, sex, murder, Prohibition… NewYork…what a time to be alive!

In this sequel to FROM HERE TO 14TH STREET, Vita and Tom McGlory and their three children are struggling to make ends meet.

 

It's 1932. Prohibition rages, the Depression ravages, and Billy McGlory comes of age whether he wants to or not. Musical and adventurous, Billy dreams of having his own ritzy supper club and big band. On the eve of his marriage to the pregnant Prudence, the shifty "businessman" Rosario Ingovito offers him all that and more. Fame, fortune, his own Broadway musical…it's all his for the taking, despite Pru's opposition to Rosie's ventures.


Meanwhile, Pru's artistic career gains momentum and their child is born. Can anything go wrong for Billy? Only when he gets in way over his head does he stop to wonder how his business partner really makes his millions, but by then it's far too late…

 

The birth of BOOTLEG BROADWAY:

 

With FROM HERE TO 14TH STREET set in 1894, I needed to set this a generation later, which happened to be the 1930s—with Prohibition and the Great Depression as the backdrop. This is the first book I ever wrote where I created the characters first, with nothing to do yet. The plot developed the way it did because of who they are. My goal was to get Billy into one mess after another. This era couldn’t have been more suited to Billy’s adventures, a few of which he barely escaped with his life.

 

Nicknames from real life:

 

As in FROM HERE TO 14th STREET, a lot of characters have nicknames like Piggy Balls and Dirty Neck Bruiso. I sat around the table with my surviving aunts and uncles who were then in their 80s and 90s, and they rattled off these nicknames from ‘the old days’ in Jersey City like they made them up yesterday. That was a standard Italian neighborhood custom, everybody had a nickname. Some were more descriptive than others. But you didn’t just ‘get’ a nickname. You had to earn it.  

 

My fav passage from BOOTLEG BROADWAY:

 

Pru had kept closemouthed all day about what she was giving him, although he badgered and hounded her, but she wouldn’t give in.

As Ma began divvying up the rum cake, the doorbell rang, and Da came back with a long box. “This thing’s heavy. What’s in here, Pru? Billy’s tombstone?”

Billy cut the ribbon with the cake knife and slid the lid off. Wads of tissue paper filled the box. As he removed the last layer of covering and revealed what was inside, they all gasped—a sculpture of a naked man, in all his masculine glory—and fully aroused. He had one hand on his hip and one foot upon a pedestal on which was inscribed in bold letters, “BILLY.”

“Oh, crap.” His face turned red hot.

 

This was the first book I ever wrote where I created the characters first, with no storyline whatsoever. All I knew was that it was during Prohibition, and I wanted to get the main character, Billy McGlory, into one mess after another.

 

Here’s a prime example of that, in this excerpt:

 

Heading south on Madison Avenue, I heard the siren. I glanced into the rearview mirror and saw the unmistakable Greyhound radiator ornament of the Lincoln behind me. Cop car. All the gangsters drove Lincolns, which had a top speed of 80, so the cops had to get Lincolns to keep up with them. I tried to get the hell out of his way—he must've been going to a robbery or a diner or something. I pulled over, and he pulled up next to me. Oh, shit. It was me he was after.

I rolled down the window and asked sweetly, "Yes, sir, what can I do for you, sir?"

"License and registration please."

"Uh—what's wrong, officer? Did I commit a traffic violation?" As the son of the ex-Chief of Police, I should have been real comfortable around cops, but to tell the truth, they scared the hell out of me. The cops my father knew weren't the crooked ones. They were the straightassed ones, just like him, who fought Tammany and made a career out of busting crooks. They didn't have a price, like the rest of them. Hardnosed bastards, some were frustrated politicians and not smart enough to get into law school, so they enforced the laws from behind their badges. Hell, I was all for law and order, but these guys sometimes took it too far. "Your back license plate is missing."

Relief drained me. "Oh, drat. It must've got stolen. You know this city—just crawlin' with thieves."

"License and registration, please," he repeated, in what passed for a more menacing cop voice. Now he assumed his cop stance, pudgy fists on meaty hips, waiting while I dug through the glove compartment, tossing aside all the crumpled up sheet music and junk crammed in there. Oh, that's where my emergency pack of cigarettes was, and that old box of prophylactics! But damned if I couldn't find the registration.

"Uh—I can't find it, but it's my car, honest. I mean, it was a gift to me, but it's been paid for, it's not stolen or anything. I can probably find it in my penthouse. You wanna follow me there? It's only two blocks aw—"

"Step out of the car, please."

Uh-oh. I felt my bowels burning. I had two briefcases bulging with two shitloads of money in the back seat.

He poked his head into the car. "What's in the briefcases?"

"Uh—I dunno. I'm doing an errand for somebody."

"Yeah, I'll bet you dunno. Step aside, please."

"Hey, you got a search warrant?" I demanded.

But demanding a search warrant from a New York City cop was like demanding a shot of Scotch from Satan in the middle of Hell.

I didn't want to look. I turned my head and flattened my palms on the roof of the car, like I was being searched. I heard the clicks as he sprang the latches and his not-so-surprised "mm-hmmm" as he checked out the contents.

"Who you doing this errand for, sonny boy?"

What was with the "sonny boy"? He wasn't much older than me. I knew he just wanted to put me down. Screw that. I've been called a lot worse by much better cops than him. He obviously didn't know who I was. "Uh—I'd better get a lawyer or something."

"You'd better come with me."

"Look, uh—you wanna just take a few bills outta there and forget it?” I asked, real generously. “I mean, uh—we're all in this mess together, ya know—"

"Bribing an officer of the law is a very serious offense, sonny boy. You'll have to come with me. Park your car there, please."

"Here? But there's a hydrant here. I'll get a ticket."

 

 

 

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 Thanks Diana for sharing,


Tina

Monday, August 17, 2015

Boys are Back Facebook Party - Today #Giveaways, #romance

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Here is the schedule of Author Attending. These are ESTimes.


1:00 PM1:30 PMHouston Havens
1:30 PM2:00 PMMaer Wilson
2:00 PM2:30 PMMaria Lenartowicz
2:30 PM3:00 PMTina Gayle
3:00 PM3:30 PMDanielle Rose
3:30 PM4:00 PMCatherine McLean
4:00 PM4:30 PMMarcha Fox
4:30 PM5:00 PMMelissa Snark
5:00 PM5:30 PMLilian Roberts
5:30 PM6:00 PMVeronica Scott
6:00 PM6:30 PMDariel Raye
6:30 PM7:00 PMDonna Frelick
7:00 PM7:30 PMSusanne Leist
7:30 PM8:00 PMAnne Kane
8:00 PM8:30 PMCN Lesley
8:30 PM9:00 PMKayelle Allen



Let's start off the party with a free download.


check out
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They'll be lots of prizes and fun going on all day. Don't miss it.

Tina