Friday, October 25, 2013

Cover Reveal, Giveaway and Blog Tour Kick off for The Boys of Summer by CJ Duggin

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The Cover Reveal of The Boys of Summer by
CJ Duggin

The Boys of Summer Book Description:

It seemed only natural to nickname them the ‘Onslow Boys’. Every time they swaggered in the front door of the Onslow Hotel after a hard week’s work, their laughter was loud and genuine as they settled onto their bar stools. I peeked through the restaurant partition, a flimsy divider between my world and theirs. I couldn’t help but smile whenever I saw them, saw him ... Toby Morrison.

Quiet seventeen-year-old Tess doesn’t relish the thought of a summertime job. She wants nothing more than to forget the past haunts of high school and have fun with her best friends before the dreaded Year Twelve begins.

To Tess, summer is when everything happens: riding bikes down to the lake, watching the fireworks at the Onslow Show and water bomb fights at the sweltering Sunday markets.

How did she let her friends talk her into working?

After first-shift disasters, rude, wealthy tourists and a taunting ex-boyfriend, Tess is convinced nothing good can come of working her summer away. However, Tess finds unlikely allies in a group of locals dubbed ‘The Onslow Boys’, who are old enough to drive cars, drink beer and not worry about curfews.  

Tess’s summer of working expands her world with a series of first times with new friends, forbidden love and heartbreaking chaos.
All with the one boy she has never been able to forget. 

 It will be a summer she will always remember.

Excerpt 1:
“Don’t you dare.” I grabbed his arm, pulling him backwards. His eyes darted to where my hand rested on him. I didn’t move my hand, I couldn’t physically bring myself to break the contact; all of a sudden there were no smiles, no jokes, just him and me and our space on the couch. I could only hear the music and be aware of the heat of his skin and the rapid rise and fall of my chest in this moment.

The only thing that snapped me out of my daze was Toby’s words which seemed low and raspy.

“Is Adam your boyfriend?” His gaze flicked over my face as he waited for my answer. My mouth gaped open; I couldn’t hide the fact I was dumbfounded by the question.
I blinked quickly and took my hand from his arm. I struggled to construct a legible sentence.
“Oh – um, no, we’re just friends, it’s not like that.”
His stony expression didn’t falter, didn’t reveal any kind of emotion. He was so hard to read, and I wanted to read him so badly. He gave a small nod and handed me the CD cover.
“Better go and make sure these guys aren’t cheating.” And without another word, he got up and headed towards the pool table.

Excerpt 2:
Moon rays filtered through the windshield, giving the cabin an otherworldly glow.

Toby’s perfect teeth were illuminated when he smiled. “You know, you are the worst winner!” He shook his head. “Ever since you won the bet, you’ve been apologizing. Just go with it, enjoy it, because I assure you, next time …” - he leaned closer - “… you will not be the winner.” He pulled back, smug.

I curved a brow. “Next time?”
He nodded. “I fully intend to redeem myself.”
“Want a chance to rebuild your shattered ego, do you? I bet you’re itching to fix my bike so you can be rid of me once and for all.” I shouldered him gently, teasing him as I would Adam. And then I realized what I had done; I had treated him like my friends. He looked down at his shoulder, then up at me. His eyes shadowed with untold meanings that I couldn’t read.
“What if I didn’t want to fix your bike?” he said in all seriousness.
“Why, is my company so stimulating that you can’t bear the thought of being without me?” I teased nervously.
I was aiming for light and airy, but something must have gone wrong with my delivery because Toby’s face went blank. He looked out into the lights of Onslow, ran his tongue over his bottom lip and sighed.
Excerpt 3:
I lowered my foot to balance my bike as I came to a stop. A singular porch light shone like a beacon down the long curving driveway, casting a shadow across Toby’s car.
Light on. Car in drive.
He was home. I supposed anyone would be at 2am on a Monday morning. I was in two minds, I was ready to turn around and head for home; I paused, a murmur of music inside had my heart thumping in a matching rhythm. He was definitely home, he was awake and before nerves demanded I leave, I walked my bike down the drive, towards the light, towards the music.
I propped it near the wall of the cabin, moving through the darkness of the carport, skimming myself sideways so as not to
scratch Toby’s car. I placed a hand against the bonnet. Cold, Toby must have been home all night. I realized how creepy that was so quickly pulled my hand away.
Stop being such a stalker, Tess!
Before I could put too much thought into where I was and what I was doing, I followed the ever-increasing thud of music that led me around the back. Then I had a thought. What if he wasn’t alone? I faltered for a second, then pushed forward. If I chickened out now I would never get any peace. I wanted – needed – to do this so before any more self-doubt forced itself into my mind, I turned the corner.

Ready for the whole Summer Series?
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 Meet the Author CJ Duggan:
What she likes to do
I live in a 100-year old Victorian house. We have painstakingly renovated it over the past 10 years. I am forever finding new projects to tackle, I always seem to have an endless array of sample pots and House and Garden magazines not to mention I am seriously addicted to Reno shows. When I’m not writing, reading, renovating I love to travel. In 2012 I embarked on a 5 week adventure across the States and fell madly in love with place and the people.

How CJ Gets her Writing Done:
When I am in the zone I lock myself away in my office (especially when editing) I have a glass lolly jar to my left that I fill with maltese’s, snakes, cool mints, peanut MM’s. I get myself an ice cold Pepsi Max and put my foot heater on, low background music through iTunes and settle into a sugar induced writing session. It’s the only way!  

A quick Q & A with CJ:

What inspired you to write the The Boys of Summer?
It was something that has been churning in my mind since I was a little girl, even if it was something no more mapped out than a group of friends hanging lakeside over a summer. It was an idea that has manifested into an entire world and I felt that I owed it to that eleven-year-old little me to develop it into a story. I know I was eleven because I had found an old exercise book with the story plotted out in my child-like handwriting and I could seldom believe it was something that had been swimming around in my subconscious for so long. It fell perfectly in line with me doing NaNo that year (National Novel Writing Month) and that was that, in one month I smashed out the bones of ‘The Boys of Summer’ (TBoS). In writing TBoS I really wanted to capture the essence of growing up in Australia. I set it in a small fictional lake side town in the 90’s to give it a certain flavor and provide a rich setting for a coming of age story, it is an absolute labor of love.

Does The Boys Of Summer have any parallels that could be drawn from your life?
I grew up in a small country town in Australia so I am well aware of what it’s like to have to make your own fun. Unfortunately our town wasn’t set on the banks of Lake Onslow but it was still a nice place to live. My first job was working as a barmaid at the local hotel and I remember the fear of my first shift and learning the ropes. The one thing I do love hearing is when a reader connects with my characters, I think there are parallels in not only my life when growing up but for many others too.

How long did it take you to write The Boys of Summer?

The Boys of Summer has proud roots formed in November 2011 NaNo month. National Novel Writing Month is a global activity where anyone can join in in the attempt to write 50k in one month. I thought it would be a bit of fun, and initially planned to tackle a edgier world gone wrong drama, but then The Boys of Summer seeped into my subconscious and completely took me over. I had such a clear, concise direction the characters had me going. I wrote in my blog the fear of not being able to ever replicate the joy of writing like I had writing the BOS. I managed to smash the quota with 77k for the month, and It took me  5 months to complete the first rough draft, and it was very rough! Then in a few months it was edited, re written, completely run through the ringer until it was polished. It took over a year in the mechanics to

build the story, but it is a story that has been waiting to be written for a very, very, long time. It all just clicked in to place I am really fortunate that I had such a great time creating it.
What would your dream movie cast be for The Boys of Summer?
The Boys of Summer characters are so unique in my mind it’s hard to match them with celebrities (which is what I usually like to do) So I had to have a bit of a think on this one. Plus it’s an Aussie story so picking Australian based actors is really hard, so let’s just go with fantasy.
A young Matt Bomer would make a dreamy Toby. And Channing Tatum would be the perfect Sean Murphy (I defy anyone not to swoon over them) And I have a particular fondness for Adam Brody who would make a great Adam. That would make for some serious swoony, romantic, fun!
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Monday, October 21, 2013

LipSmackin' GoodBooks has The Cover Reveal for Love Among the Ruins by Deena Remiel

Love Among the Ruins by Deena Remiel
Love Among the Ruins by Deena Remiel
Book Blurb:
Where impossible love demands suspension of belief and a leap of faith
Sage Wilcot, university scientist, satisfies her lifelong obsession of studying the volcanoes of Santorini. Once there, though, she’s in for quite a surprise. An enigmatic stranger enters her world and challenges her to believe in the unbelievable. Will she take the huge leap of faith for love’s sake or stay cloistered in her fortress of certainty and solitude?

Tiva knows her soul mate is out there somewhere, but with the Solstice Gathering only a week away, she feared the wrong man will ask her to join with him. Determined to say no, she also realizes her one true love won’t just fall at her feet, until Sam Wyatt appears in just such a manner. Many lifetimes converge at one spectacular moment, thrusting him into an impossible, ancient world and straight into the arms of Tiva, the chief’s beloved daughter. Can a mortal man and an immortal woman ever hope to have a life together?

Check out the YouTube Book Trailer!

Meet the Author Deena Remiel

It was the mystique of Arizona’s history and landscape that called to Deena and catapulted her career as an author. When she’s not writing urban fantasy and paranormal romance novels in the wee, small hours of the morning or in the deep, dark of night, Deena teaches language arts to middle school students. She currently lives in Gilbert with her husband and two children, but New Jersey will always tug at her heartstrings. She loves connecting with her fans, so find her at

Here are the links to Follow Deena Remiel and keep up to date info on her books and upcoming releases:
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LipSmackin' GoodBooks presents The Cover Reveal and Blog Tour Kick Off for Remembering Joy by Jenni Moen

Remembering Joy by Jenni Moen
 Book Description of Remembering Joy
Alexis doesn’t believe in fairy tales.  She knows first hand that life can turn on a dime – that one stupid mistake can shatter dreams and irrevocably shape the future.  Even though her memory of that day is hazy, she has spent the last ten years trying to put it behind her and focus on the future.  
 Armed with the knowledge that her career will be her only legacy, Alexis works night and day to prove that she is more than just her last name.  It’s not only that she doesn’t have time for love – she doesn’t have the heart for it.  After all, there’s no point in starting something that you can’t finish.
  However, when she meets Adam, she’s drawn to him in a way even she can’t deny.  The film student is dark and brooding and strangely charming.  He’s the perfect distraction from the mundane life she’s created for herself.  And, as if fate is pushing them together, he seems to be around every corner.  It’s enough to almost make her entirely forget about her past and take a chance.
Unfortunately, Adam’s memory isn’t hazy . . . not in the least.  And, what she doesn’t remember, he can’t forget.  

Meet the author of Remembering Joy: Jenni Moen
Jenni Moen lives in her hometown in Oklahoma with her husband and three crazy, exuberant kids that have the potential to burn the house down at any moment.
When she’s not chauffeuring kids, performing her mom duties as a short order cook, or vacuuming for her fastidious husband, she hammers away at her keyboard at her big girl job as a patent attorney. While vodka and exercise have provided some relief from the daily grind, it is reading … and now writing … that are her true escapes.

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Monday, October 14, 2013

Blog Tour Giveaway For Desired Affliction (Book 1 & 2) by C.A. Harms

Desired Affliction by C.A. Harms Blog Tour Giveaway  

Desired Affliction 1:
Book Description
Trusting the wrong person was Lexi's biggest mistake.
How can one night change the life of one girl forever?

Lexi made a wrong choice and now she can never go back.She becomes withdrawn and falls into the darkness. Her world is spiraling out of control. The only person she has to rely on is her best friend Megan. 
Lexi feels she has no self worth and becomes someone she herself no longer recognizes.
Terrified of trusting again she continues to end up in the arms of the wrong men repeatedly.
Just when things couldn't get any worse Kole reappears in her life. After six years of not seeing him she still feels the connection. Kole is one of the good guys the one from her past that once made her feel safe. There is something about him that makes her feel like running.
Will he be the man that helps her out of her darkness or will he be the one that erases what little she has left of herself.
*The book contains adult content and sexual scenes. Meant for mature readers. 
Desired Affliction 2:
Cover Reveal

 Desired Affliction 2:
Book Description:

Lexi and Kole's story continues...Lexi Suffered a traumatic experience at the end of her senior year of high school. After she spirals out of control and becomes someone she never thought she would, she makes a choice. She was starting over she would no longer be the girl she had become.
Sometimes saying that is easier than actually following through. Kole, the guy she loved even when she was twelve once again appears in her life and he refuses to walk away. They struggle and fall. They love and they hate...but their story continues. They grow and learn to handle life together. The roller coaster continues as they must face past demons and long lost loves. The pieces of the puzzle they call their lives start to come together. Find the truth behind a lot of the turmoil they have both suffered.
*This book contains sexual content and is meant for mature audiences.

Meet the Author C.A. Harms:

I am a mother of Two, happily married and live in Illinois. I enjoy writing and have always enjoyed creating little stories in my head. Since I was very young I like creating scenes and deciding the outcomes. I have just recently decided to transfer them onto Amazon and share with others. I enjoy created stories then expressing those onto paper. I hope you enjoy my stories and I appreciate everyone...more

Friday, October 11, 2013

LipSmackin' GoodBooks has the Kinky lil' Cover Reveal of Sweet Surrender from Angel Steel

Sweet Surrender by Angel Steel
The Cover:
 Sweet Surrender; The Book Description:  
For five long years, Chantal has been in love with Dom. They have always had a great friendship and flirted with each other like nobody’s business, which just seemed to be their thing. Chantal’s feelings for Dom were obvious to everyone but him.
After being rejected for the last time by Dom, Chantal is fed up and ready to move on…or so she thinks. She finds solace in a familiar face and starts anew. Things start to heat up, and along with new beginnings come new surprises…and secrets. An old flame resurfaces and things go awry. The crazier life gets, the harder it is to keep her secrets from the people she loves, including Dom. Can she keep these secrets hidden forever?
Dom has been hiding his feelings for Chantal for five years. He just can’t see a way to make it work. There are things about him that she can never know. One could test her limits and the other would certainly test their relationship. Either way, Dom is afraid he will lose her if she were to ever find out.
Will the love that Chantal and Dom has for each other, be strong enough for them to cope with all of the lies and deceit? Or will it end them for good?
Here's a little sample of the merchandise for ya'll
“I would rather stay in. I kinda hurt my ankle today, so I wanted to keep the pressure off it.”
Sitting down near her foot, and placed it in his lap and rubbed it lightly.
“Well we can do that.” Smiling down at her. Running his hand up her leg to her thigh and lingered there. He was so close to where she wanted him. Leaning over her, “Do you trust me, baby?” He whispered against her lips, Nodding was the only thing she could do, as he leaned further over her and pulled out her satin blindfold.
Laying her further down on the bed, he leans over and whispers in her ear, “Your wildest dreams.” What did he mean by that! He didn’t know her wildest dreams! She felt as the satin blindfold slid over her head, resting over her eyes. He moved further up the bed and tied her hands together against the headboard with the rope from her silk gown.
When he was finished, she heard a rustling noise, knowing exactly what is was, she felt her nipples harden and her clit swell. Panting now, he guides an ice cube over her stomach and down to her pussy, making her gasp at the contact. Sliding his hand lower between her legs, she felt him lean over and start to lick her.
Chantal’s feet started to curl, her body shaking. Chantal could feel how slick she was, God she wanted to touch him. Then he stopped all contact.
After what seemed like an eternity in her dark room, he comes back at her again, but this time she feels the tip of his cock on her nipples as he straddles her on her stomach. She could feel the heat from his body being this close to hers. As his cock nudged her chin, “Open,” he asked.
Obeying his wish, she opened her mouth as he glided it around her mouth. She moaned at the taste of him. But that is as far as he goes. Frustrated, “Tease,” Chantal groans.
She tried to move close to him, but he pressed harder against her, and then he gently grabbed the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. Finally. Swirling her tongue around the head of him, she heard him groan, making her wetter than she had even been before. Loving the sound that came from him, Chantal started moving her mouth over him as much as she could. Her clit swelled further and she could feel the tingles going through her whole body.
Chantal wanted to scream at him to put it in her in pussy, but I want this to be perfect! The only thing she could do was groan as he pushes his hard cock deeper in her throat.
Jesus she was on fire, she needed to touch herself, something, anything. She was so close to coming without being touched. The suspense was killing her. Chantal’s body started writhing, squirming under his body. She needed to touch him, bad.
Moving all of a sudden removing his hardness from her mouth and slowly works his way down her body. Sliding off completely, he reaches towards where I want him most and starts kissing and licking. Asking myself is this? It is. This is the moment….. Chantal was ready to explode. Then he just stops. Just like that. She wanted to scream. “Please.” She whispered. She felt the moment when he got off the bed. What was he doing now? She had never ever been this turned on in her life.
Everything is so quiet in the room, and then Chantal hears the ice bucket again. Leaning over her, starting at her nipples, rolling the ice cube around them. Then ever so slowly he traces a line with his mouth down her stomach. Once he reaches her core, parts her lips and she feels him slide between her legs, entering her slowly with his hard cock. He
drives deeper inside her, cupping her ass with his hand and really starts thrusting, letting out a moan at what he was doing to her. She needed more, but didn’t know what.
It was like he knew what she needed. Sliding his hand up behind her knee and drapes it over his shoulder. Wiggling them both up the bed, he starts hammering harder into her.
It felt like her head was going to explode, “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” She screamed.
Then he stops, “I need to take a piss.”
What? Damn!! Fuck!!! She was so close, right there on the verge. “Please.” She moaned. But got nothing from him as she heard him open the door and goes to the toilet… Within seconds he is back and quickly slides back into position, and immediately starts slamming into me.
“Fuck, Jesus Christ,” She hisses. This is what I asked for! She heard him quietly giggle.
“Harder, faster, deeper… Fuck you feel good.” She screams.
He does as she asked, and she feels herself coming over and over again….. Then it hits her, a cramp. “Shit, that hurts.” Her body is telling her to stop, but her pussy has a mind of its own, saying keep it coming… In the end her body wins out. He stops, “What’s wrong.” She could hear the concern in his voice.
“Cramp.” She groaned around the pain. He rest his body over hers, rubbing her aching leg with his hand. She felt a drop of sweat dripping from his body onto her chest. Then out of nowhere, “Open your mouth.” He removes himself from her and off the bed completely. Lying on the bed with her mouth wide open, what the hell is going on? Then something enters her mouth. Sucking a little on the object, and realizing it was a lollypop.
“Suck it.” He growls. Doing as she was told, she licks and sucks the shit out of the pop the best way she knew how. She found it interesting that she had never seen this side of him, but it really excited her.
“That’s enough.” He told her and removes it from her mouth. Chantal feels him move and places it inside her pussy, swirling it around. Removing it from inside her, he then pushes it inside her mouth.
“Now it’s time for the real fun,” He tells her as he removes the blindfold and the lollypop.
****Christ on a Cracker after that HAWT ASS teaser, I bet you want to know how to get your copy well I got Direct Access for ya'll below!!!!
Angel Steel with her Bad Self and Author Bio:
Hi, My name is Angel. I'm an Aussie author, from the land down under :). Have lived here all my life with my wonderful husband and 4 children. Love reading any kind of books and love to write, but love writing more. My love of writing started when i was young, my mother always said i had a vivid imagination :). Love to hear from my readers, either on Amazon or Facebook.

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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Erotic Midnight Musings Vol 3: Menage/Cougar by Mark Davis Just Released!!!!

Hot! And I mean Hot Damn! Hot off the press the press, the Bitten Press, comes The Cover Reveal for what we've all been waiting for Erotic Midnight Musings Vol 3: Menage/Cougar by Mark Davis........

And now with that hot picture, I mean Cover in mind lets read this provocative and titillating preview of what's to come..... and hell yeah, pun intended ;)
Whether cougars searching prey
Or the ménage type of play
There is pleasure for someone
As they go in search of fun

With her makeup and her heels
She loves how a young stud feels
If she treats him right
He will satisfy all night

You might see them out in bars
Or cruising in their cars
Targets are left in doubt
What their intentions are about

Runs her fingers through his hair
Then entices to her lair
Then like a sexual beast
The wanton cougar has a feast

Ménage a different speed
Fulfills a different need
Although to cougars in a pack
Sometimes find a youthful snack

It can be any mix
They can get up to many tricks
Two ladies and a man
Is just one type of plan

Any mix of sex is right
To enjoy a ménage night
Three ladies or three men
Even happens now and then

One thing you know when they undress
The bed will end up in a mess
There will be loud screams of delight
As they switch throughout the night

So in this volume you will find
Poems of the cougar kind
With some ménage ones thrown in
A collection of erotic sin.

Now Available: Click -> 
Get your copy now!!!!

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Strangers by A.L. Parks

Review by Kimmi:
To be left alone on the day you've dreamed of for as long as you can remember.  Your daddy is telling you how beautiful you look using his big awkward hands to help you set your veil just right.  You begin to hear the whispers through the church walls, as the whispers get louder, and louder you begin to get curious.....then you hear the sobs. They make their way to your bridal room, your dress, hair, and make up just right, everything is as it should be. And when you look up into your daddy's eyes, his avoiding yours as he makes his way back into the bridal room, shutting the doors and blocking the whispers and sobs, but once he looks through the veil he straightened he isn't smiling anymore.  His face has gone pale, his eyes no longer sparkle with pride and joy, they now glisten with tears..............  The groom can't make it, there's been an accident and he isn't going to make it. "...... a car accident...... he was on his he was trying to meet you at the alter........."
Your white gown is now stained red in blood because you wrapped your body around his trying to hold him and keep him safe and with you.  Then you look in to his face and all you see is peace and him quietly saying goodbye.............

~Five years later.....Valentine's Day~
When you freeze your heart and keep it frozen for five years refusing to try because know your one true love died five years ago on his way to make you his wife.  When anyone has been dealt a blow like that, you tend to expect Karma to continue being the bitch that she is.  Life continues on for everyone else and the world never stands still.
Abby has been to the brink of insanity and skated on the razor's edge of reality since her wedding day.  She wasn't a jilted bride, no.  Hers was a story much much worse.  The day that her fiance wasn't able to meet her at the end of the aisle was the day that she lost faith in love and in happily ever afters.  Her world stayed still while it continued on around her until the Valentine's Day morning that changed her path in life yet again and a man named Bryce bought her a cup of coffee.  While he introduced himself she saw the same sad eyes that belonged to someone that had given up on life and hope, the same eyes that stared back at her in the mirror every morning.
I absolutely loved this book, from page one I knew it was one that would keep me awake through the night and that I wasn't going to be able to put it down until I finished the last chapter. AL Parks didn't just knock it out of the ball park with her debut novel, she hit a grand slam at the bottom of the ninth that won the game and put them in the world series. Strangers was a beautiful, heart wrenching story about the loss of happy ever after, loss of faith, and the loss of believing that true love lasts forever. It is also a story about picking yourself back up, only to fall back down. It's a story or perseverance, strength, and healing a scarred and shattered heart. 

When two people are drawn together, but both have lost the love of their lives by the hand of death, can they leave the memories of their first true loves behind?  Is it worth risking the possibility of the impossible becoming their reality and happening again?
I give Abby and Bryce's story 5-If at first you fall down, pick yourself up, and try, try again-Kimmi Stars *****

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Author Interview with Ryan Mitchel Collins, author of Everyone Dies Alone

Wha What?!?!?! Kimmi Got to Sit Down with Mr. Ryan Mitchel Collins, drink some coffee, shoot the shit, and then he tried to get me drunk there at the end, who the hell am I kidding, I was already lit ;)

Hey babe, thanks so much for taking the time to answer my author interview Q&A ;)
Interviewing authors is probably the most awesome kickass part of being a blogger. I freaking love it!!!! Thanks again for this opportunity !!!

*Alright! Let's do this damn thing babe, here.... *hands over a cup of coffee, grabs a comfy spot and settles in* Sugar??? Creamer? What's your poison?*
(I would like to add right here, that if your first name was David, Dave, Don, anything with a D, my little ________: with your intitials would be fucking awesome, you know that right? Don't kill me for adding this comment AFTER we finished this, muah!)

RMC: <-- DMC, much more badass, just sayin'
~Well, Thanks for having me Kimmi. I'm a Colorado boy, we like our coffee strong, and our tobacco wacky. I'll go with a strong cup of black coffee, and my favorite morning poison, a black American Spirit, aged in whiskey barrels of course.
Kimmi: (ok, well shit, maybe you don't need anymore badass points, you're handling your own against the LipSmacker just fine)
1) Just from reading Everyone Dies Alone I quickly noticed that you buddy are not only a people watcher but from reading your stories I learned that you also seem to be a keen observer to everything around you. Would you agree with that assumtion and if so can you pin point when this started or when you realized others don't pay as much attention to their surroundings?
~It was really something that sprang out of reading and watching elders in my family people watch. When I would travel, they would instill in me a keen sense of my surroundings. It rubbed off on me, and the more I read and traveled, the more I realized there is an interconnection weaving us all together. It fascinates me. All I can do is try to understand and express this interconnection we share through observing and writing. There wasn't an exact moment when I realized some people don't pay attention, I think it was a lifelong process of seeing it happen over and over again. People see what they want to see.  

2) Your writing style and the way you use your words to create even the simplest of sentences mimics that of a seasoned writer. So my question is how old are you? And sheesus christ WTF was your ACT/SAT score you baby genius, you.
~It's hard to be a rookie. You've got to come out swinging.  I'm 26 years old with a keen interest in the American literary styling's of the greats. As a young writer I think you must balance your inspirations with the creation of a unique voice. The night before my ACT's, I was diverged in "extracurricular activities" until very late. I believe I got a 32 on the English portion and did very bad on the math part, I think I got a 26?    
Oh, well...... glad you're in the hot seat and not me, lmao, we aren't discussing me and mine...And carrying on......
3)How much of your beliefs on political, economical, and spiritual theories do you think are influenced by conspiracy?
~ I have a healthy skepticism when it come to politics, religion, and economics. I think one should try to expose oneself to as many of the different theories on these subjects worldwide. It's fun to play devils advocate with a dose of seriousness, and skepticism. I try not to form any concrete beliefs in these subjects because I know nothing as absolute, but I find exposing the depths of human beliefs takes some conspiracy and uncertainty.
4) Explain when and what was the turning point or driving factor that led you to share Everyone Dies Alone with the world?
~The turning point was when I started to group an anthology of works together. After college, I had a handful of short stories. I thought they were worth working on and improving. When I had five of the stories in Everyone Dies Alone revised and finished, I wanted to add a few more in the style of how I had progressed as a writer. When I added four more short stories, I was ready to release it on the world.
5) Why a collection of short stories and not a full length novel? Please explain. 
~In order to progress as a writer I would say. I was once told, "Short stories are like dating, and the novel is like marriage." I wasn't ready for marriage yet. I tried to model the route writers like Hemmingway and Fitzgerald took with their first works. I believe in order to write a great novel, you must be able to master what comes first, the short story. I have by no means mastered the short story, but I will continue to write short stories as an means of stimulation, or distraction from writing a novel.
6) What do you have in the works for us right now?

~I'm very excited about the release of my first full novel, For the Sake of Tomorrow. It's scheduled to come out at the end of this year. It's very different from Everyone Dies Alone in the fact that it's a novel obviously, but tones of For the Sake of Tomorrow can be felt near the end of Everyone Dies Alone.  

 7) If you could give debuting authors your best piece of advice, what would it be?
~If I could give debuting authors a piece of advice it would be: never give up! Learn from your mistakes and don't lose sight of the dream. Keep trying to progress and make connections!
8) What do you find is the most enjoyable aspect of writing as well as the worst aspect?

~Writing is a therapy for me. Whatever is wrong with the world or my life, I can always escape and immerse myself in another dimension. This is the most enjoyable aspect of writing for me; it's a sheer escape from the bullshit that surrounds day to day life. My least favorite part of writing is the accountability you must face when you release your work on the world. This can be anything from critics, discontents, haters, lovers, family, ect. I think it's hard for some people to accept what a writer does.   
*Best damn answer I've ever heard to that question*
9) Using one character from Everyone Dies Alone which character do you most relate to.

~ The character I most related with in Everyone Dies Alone comes from Shiva's Kiss. The story of those two brothers was difficult for me to write and I really related with the younger brother Mike. It was a true story here in Colorado about two years ago. My heart wrenched for that family and I hope I did the story justice.
10) If you could name one character from Everyone Dies Alone, what character would  you choose to put in the forefront and more stongly convey their message to the entire world, and why?
~ If I could put one character at the forefront of this book to convey a message, it would be the Bloody Prophet. In a society wrought with contradictions and hypocrisy, he chose madness as a form of sanity in an insane world. I find this contradiction to be significant in the challenges many young people face today.  

*Slow Claps.......* Well said Sir, very well said.
 Ryan thanks so much again for the chance to not only have you push me past my normal reading boundries and open my tunnel vision of what I believed was literary entertainment, but also the opportunity to meet a cool ass, laid back and friendly guy like yourself. I had a blast doll! Muah! ~Kimmi

Thanks for taking the time to chat with me Kimmi, now will you fill my wine cup, or is it too early?