Thursday, October 19, 2017

On Conversations: #AAMBC #author Raquel Solomon

Please join me in welcoming author Raquel Solomon to Conversations today! Raquel is here to talk about her new novel, Lies Men Tell! So be sure and check out the cover and blurb below! And don't forget to check out her interview too and get to know Raquel Solomon.

Lisa ~


Lies Men Tell

Although this entire book is based on lies, I promise you that I will get as close to the truth that you need to know as possible. You see, I live my life today anchored in truth and I’ll admit that sometimes the real truth is too much for some to bear. The events that have transpired in my life make me walk the tightrope of truth every second, of every minute, of every hour of the day. My life's experiences have taught me that the truth is the only thing that I can firmly stand on when the titanic of life sinks. I used to thrive in the flames of lies that we so often tell ourselves. We tell lies to be accepted, we believe lies to be truths we wish existed, and we accept lies because we don’t often feel worthy of better.

My name is Raquel and I solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. And if it’s the truth sets us free, then I’d say that I’m running as fast as I can towards the promised land.  Up until this point, my whole life has been plagued by lies — lies men tell to be exact.


Interview with Raquel Solomon

What motivated you to write this book?

As I became a young woman starting to date seriously, I found that there were so many issues in my relationships with men lying to me.  I had relationships where I was cheated on with coworkers, I caught another in bed with a woman, and I had men either lie and say they were singe and were married or lie and say they were married and unhappy, but really not that miserable.  I was dumbfounded and it took me through a lot of ups and downs and a young woman and single mother I resorted to journaling.  Over time I realized I had a story to share with others that may be going through the same thing and decided to reach out to a publisher.

What is your book about?

The book “Lies Men Tell” is a book about a young woman named Rachel who experiences about 4 different relationships over a 20 year period.  In all those relationships she had to been either lied to or deceived.  Rachel shares her journey on how she dealt with each relationship and the insecurity that came along with the heartbreak.

Women tell lies too, what do you say to that?

I do agree that women lie too, however, I am not that experienced in that genre since I only date men. I am currently looking tackling that topic since a lot of men seem to respond with that statement after seeing my book. Stay tuned!

How did you family feel about you writing a fiction book loosely based on your personal life?

My family was very supportive, my mom and dad are always at a book signing to support me. If they cannot make it a child or sibling will come to support. My family is very excited that I decided to move forward with publishing a book.  My initial goal was just to publish a book so that it was part of my legacy but how can you publish a book and be proud of yourself without promoting it.

Has any of the ex’s in your life commented or purchased the book that you know of?

It’s funny because since the novel has published exes are coming out the wood work asking if they are in it.  One ex came to a book signing and walked out of the book store with a paper bag.  He later admitted to going to a secret location and reading the entire book in hiding away from his wife.  See what I mean…Lies…

Do you plan to write a sequel or another novel?
Yes, currently another books is in the works.  I am hoping to have it finished by Valentine’s Day.

Now that you are a published author, how has that changed your life?

It has really changed my perspective of what I am capable of doing.  I never really was much of a people person but now I enjoy promoting my book, telling my story and meeting other authors.  This has really created a wonderful opportunity to promote not only my book but the fact I am a mentor to young ladies as well.

Born and raised in Bakersfield, California, Raquel moved to Sacramento in the early 1990’s where she began life as single mother. Now a mother of two daughters and a grandmother she is now living her life drama free, and is a proud graduate from Sacramento State University.  In 2005, she founded an organization that mentors young girls called “Foundation TAMARA,” located in Sacramento, California.  She feels that all young women should have a place to go for empowerment, encouragement and uplifting.  For more than 10 years Raquel has used writing as a form of therapy to cope with heartbreak and unhappiness from failed relationships that made her question her self-worth.  Now she has transformed her journal into a novel that all women around the world can relate to.  She has learned the importance of loving herself and making the most of her life.

Find the author:

Twitter: @raqsolomon


Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Teaser Tuesday: Her Heart for the Asking

Texas Hearts Book One

Mandy Morgan swore she’d never step foot in Texas again after Beau Gentry left her for life on the rodeo circuit eight years before. But now her uncle’s heart is failing and she has to convince him that surgery will save his life. She never dreamed the first thing she’d see when she stepped off the plane would be her biggest nightmare...the one man she’d never stopped loving.

Beau Gentry had the fever for two things: the rodeo and Mandy Morgan. But for Beau, loving Mandy was complicated by his father’s vendetta against her uncle. This led him to make the hardest decision of his life and he can still see the bitterness and hurt on Mandy’s face. All these years it has killed him to think Mandy had forgotten him and moved as far away as possible from him. But now they’re back in Texas, and he’s going to do all he can to win back her love.



"What are you doing here?" Mandy Morgan asked, dropping her too-heavy overnight case on the sun-roasted tarmac. After a grueling forty-eight hour work stint and a five-hour flight from Philadelphia, she stood wilting under the brutal Texas sun, facing her biggest nightmare.
Beau Gentry.
She groaned inwardly, drinking Beau in with her eyes as if she hadn't had a drop of water in months. Eight years was more like it. If she were eight years smarter, she would be moving her aching feet as fast as she could in the opposite direction. But all she could do was stare at eyes so bright they rivaled the blazing sun. At lips so kissable she'd spent the better part of her adult life trying to wipe the memory clean from her mind.
She had expected Beau would have aged some. When she allowed herself to think about him at all, she reminded herself. The faint lines etched in the corners of his sleepy gray-blue eyes gave a hint of maturity, but most probably caused by long days in the cruel sun.
She fought the urge to take a closer look at his ruggedly handsome features, but failed. How could he have gotten better looking after being abused by every bronc-busting horse on the rodeo circuit? His angular jaw, strong and determined, was shaded with beard growth that was probably a day old, maybe more. Mandy suspected if Beau grew a full beard, it would grow in thick and be the smooth texture of his almost black head of hair. She forced aside past memories that gave her such knowledge with renewed irritation.
The man didn't even have the decency to have a crooked nose. What should have been bent and awkward from being broken a few too many times was instead long and straight, shaped perfectly between high cheek bones most women would swoon over, or kill to have themselves. But on Beau Gentry, it was just one thousand percent robust cowboy.
Damn him.
"I'm your ride out to the Double T," Beau said, gripping the edge of his white straw cowboy hat and tipping it in a cordial gesture.
She ground the heels of her low pumps into the soft tar to contain her growing irritation. Did he think she was an idiot? "No way."
"'Fraid so," he said, his expression slightly askew.
"Hank didn't mention anything about you coming to get me when I spoke to him on the phone."
"I suspect he thought you would have found some excuse not to come if you knew I was picking you up."
"He would have been right. Why didn't one of the hands come get me?"
Settling his hand at the base of his neck, Beau replied, "You're looking at him. As of three weeks ago I am one of the ranch hands at the Double T."
What?! Mandy fought the urge to keep her surprise from showing, but immediately failed. Beau Gentry was the son of her uncle's biggest rival. It hadn't stopped her from falling head over heels for the man on those long, lazy summers she came down to the ranch to visit her aunt and uncle. Of course, back then, rodeo was all Beau cared about, not his father's spread. Not her, she remembered painfully.
He was going to go PRCA and be a world champion. It was his dream and all he ever talked about. He was good enough to do it, too, Mandy thought wryly. So good, he hadn't given her a second glance when he rode out of Texas without her eight years ago on the heels of a golden sunset.
Her chuckle was almost hysterical. "You really expect me to leave this airport with you?"
"That was the plan," he said smiling, his gray eyes seeing more of her than she wanted him to see. He held his ground. He had to know how difficult it was to see him after all this time. It didn't matter that he didn't share her unrest. He could have at least had the decency to think about her feelings. But then he hadn't thought about her feelings eight years ago when he broke her heart, so it didn't seem he was any more incline to do so now.
Beau Gentry might be clueless, but there was no way Mandy was going anywhere with him. No way she'd spend the next two hours bouncing up and down in a hot pickup truck breathing in his scent and wrestling with memories...
Mandy twisted on her heels and surged in the opposite direction. "Forget it," she called over her shoulder.
There had to be a cab going somewhere. Anywhere. A hot, sticky bus would be a lot more inviting than spending the next few hours in inescapable close quarters with Beau.
"Mandy, what are you going to do, walk all the way to the Double T?"
"I'm sorry you were dragged out here like this, Beau. But I'm afraid it was a waste of your time. I...can rent a car."
Behind her, Mandy heard his heavy sigh and the sound of his boots stop short on the tarmac. Defeat? Regret? She wasn't sure, but she was very sure she shouldn't care.
Since Mandy had just come off a forty-eight hour work-marathon and let her cell phone battery run down, she concentrated on finding a payphone.
"It's been a while since you've been around. The car rental service went belly up here two years ago. About the closest thing you could do to get away from me right now is to take a cab to the bus depot. And I'll just have to pick you up when you get to Steerage Rock anyway."
She stopped walking when she reached the pay phone just outside the small terminal, angling back to see where Beau was standing. The airport was small enough not to have gates. All passengers exited the plane on the tarmac. She glanced past the booth to the boarded up window near the entrance to the small building that housed the air tower, the terminal and a small restaurant-a fast food diner of sorts. The peeled paint of the weather-beaten banner didn't hide the letters of a rental car company that indeed had gone out of business.
She blew out an exasperated breath of frustration in the already hot Texas heat. She wasn't ready to give up. Right now, a bus looked as if it might be a possibility, since the last orange taxi just pulled out of the parking lot with one of the passengers who'd been on the same flight she'd taken. She remembered seeing a bus depot not far from here when Uncle Hank used to pick her up. It wouldn't take her all the way to the Double T, but close enough not to put Uncle Hank or Aunt Corrine out when she called and asked for a ride.
She was being ridiculous. Part of her knew that, accept her behavior as being childish. But part of her rationalized it as necessary. She knew all too well the dangers of being with Beau Gentry. It had taken Mandy too long to get over him and she wasn't about to let anything allow the man to seep into her heart again.
"I can manage," she said resolutely.
"I suspect you could. You seem to have done fine for yourself, judging by the fancy clothes you're wearing and that designer luggage."
With a fistful of quarters in her palm, she swung around, cradling the phone in her other hand. Leveling him with a warning stare, she said tightly, "I don't think you're in a position to judge me after what you did."
His face showed a momentary flash of regret. "That was a long time ago, Mandy."
She gripped the quarters in her hand, felt her pulse hammer in her wrist. "I have a long memory."
Turning her attention back to the task at hand, Mandy decided the phone book was useless. What was the company name on the side of that yellow cab? It had been eight years since she'd been in Texas. Eight years was a long time for a county to change. Who could she possibly call if her one and only ally in Texas sent the one man she swore she'd never lay eyes on again?
Defeated, she dropped the out of date phonebook, and chided herself for not charging her cell phone before she left for the airport. She had most of her numbers on speed dial and couldn't even recall the number for the Double T. It would teach her to let her cell phone battery run down again, leaving her unprepared.
"Tell me, Beau. Why did you come here? Someone else could have easily come for me. Why did it have to be you?"
His gray-blue eyes lost some of their luster and grew solemn. There was a time long ago when she thought she could stare at those eyes and be lost in them for hours. You still could, she realized with sudden regret.
Not a good sign.
He adjusted his hat in that lazy way he always did. "Because Hank asked me to. That's why."
There was her life in a nutshell. Beau was asked. And Mandy wasn't. Mandy was never asked, she was told. And like the good girl she was raised to be, Mandy always complied.
She thought back to the conversation she'd had with her mother just three days ago with renewed irritation.
"I'm not asking, Mandy," Leandra Morgan had said over the phone.
I'm telling you.
Her mother didn't have to actually say the last part for Mandy to know what she was thinking. It was a given. It followed every request the woman ever made. I'm not asking you to keep your tongue. I'm not asking you to come to your cousin's party. I'm not asking you to apologize to your father. I'm not asking you to work for the family business...or date the son of your father's biggest client. I'm telling you.
Three days ago Mandy had sat in her downtown Philadelphia office on the phone with her mother, impatiently drumming her foot on the lift on her chair. "I am knee deep in this project for Dad, Mom. There's just no way I'm going to be able to get away. I can't make both of you happy at the same time."
"You'll just have to find a way." Leandra's voice came like static over the phone. "Your uncle...isn't himself. It's been a long time since you've visited him in Texas. I think it would do him some good to see you again. I think it's time you go."
A tug of emotion had squeezed her chest. It had been years since she'd visited Uncle Hank and Aunt Corrine at the Double T. She'd never told her mother why she'd stopped her summer visits, and thankfully, her mother had never pushed for a reason. Mandy suspected her mother had just accepted her decision to not make her summer vacation as Mandy asserting adolescent independence, wanting to remain in Philadelphia to enjoy some summer freedom with her friends. She'd never spoken about what happened that last summer. Never confided of her first love. And that was just fine with Mandy. She didn't need to be reminded.
"I'll call Uncle Hank and explain. I can't get away now. He'll understand," she'd said.
"You make it happen, young lady." I'm not asking.
A voice boomed over the outdoor loudspeaker announcing the arrival of another flight. Mandy was immediately pulled back to the present, back to Texas, and the hot tarmac she now stood on, heels sinking into the sun-softened tar.
"We've got a couple of hours ahead of us. I'm going to get something cold to drink for the ride," Beau said, ambling toward the building. Turning back, he asked, "You want something?"
Yeah, I want you to go away. I want to forget the way you broke my heart all those years ago. But she knew that was futile. She'd been a fool to think she'd gotten over him. If eight years and countless dates with very eligible men hadn't exorcised the memory of Beau Gentry from her heart and soul, nothing would.
Mandy glanced at him, defeat sitting just beneath the surface of her composure, and shook her head.
How could he act so normal? How could he be asking her something as simple as whether she wanted a soda when the last time they'd seen each other had been such a sham?
And how dare he be so handsome after a two hour ride in a hot pickup truck? His white tee-shirt stretched taut across his muscled shoulders. She knew first hand just how strong those arms were when they were wrapped around her in a warm embrace. After years of breaking every wild bronc on the circuit, they were sure to be even stronger.
There wasn't an ounce of body fat on the man. His jeans weren't a tight fit, even baggy in a few places where she longed to lazily roam her hand over and on a few occasions long ago had. But on Beau, there was nothing sloppy about it. Just high voltage sex appeal that had her rampant heart doing an acrobatic dance right there on the blazing tarmac.
And he was nonchalantly asking if she wanted a soda.
The door closed behind him as he stepped into the building and Mandy watched through the tinted window while he wandered over to the soda machine in the corner and made his selection. He stood there, his weight shifted lazily to one hip in a never-do-care way.
She tore her gaze away from her torture. Beau Gentry might look like a dream come true from the cover of Modern Cowboy, but she was an utter disaster after her long flight. Suddenly aware she was still wearing yesterday's silk suit, she ran her hands down her skirt in a futile attempt to smooth out the wrinkles. Giving up, she rummaged through her purse for a barrette and a comb. Anything to pull together hair that had become unruly from neglect, heat and the wind. Settling on a hairband and her fingers as a comb, she wrestled her normally-wavy-gone-curly-in-the-heat dusty blonde hair into a pony tail. She hated that it made her look sixteen again. But there wasn't much she could do until she could get back to the ranch and unpack her things.
As Mandy watched Beau walk out into the sunshine with two Root Beers and a bag of chips in his hand, she reasoned she wasn't as vulnerable as she had been then. Letting the likes of Beau Gentry stomp on her heart was something she wouldn't do ever again. She was a woman now. She could do this. She led corporate business meetings. She used her innovative ideas to dazzle prospective clients into spending millions of advertising dollars with her father's firm. She'd just purchased an elegant townhouse in one of the trendiest sections of Philadelphia. All she had to do was pull herself together and she could handle this situation like the professional she was.
"I'm not going," she said, cursing inwardly for sounding like a spoiled child. So much for the corporate executive touch.
Beau's lips curled into a slight grin. He wouldn't win any points if he ticked Mandy off by laughing at the way her chin tilted up in defiance. That hadn't changed much. Or the flash of fire in her deep brown eyes. They still looked as black and contrasted wildly with the natural streaks of blond in her hair. He'd always found that appealing, adorable as all get-out. Already his fingers itched to dig in and let the soft curls of her hair tumble in his hand.
But she had changed. Any fool could see that Mandy Morgan had blossomed into a five star beauty while he'd been out roaming the country these last eight years.
She was still slim as she was at sixteen, but her figure had filled out in all the right places that made a man take notice. The light rock in her hips that had taunted him when she was sixteen had matured into a graceful sway he found hypnotizing. Although she'd chewed off most of her lipstick, he noticed she now wore a slight hint of makeup on her cheeks and eyes, giving her the more exotic look of a woman.
And she still had the power to make his head spin like a lasso chasing a calf. He longed to see her smile again, hear her laugh bubble up from her soul. But given the way things ended between them, and the way she stood before him now with her arms knotted tightly in front of her chest, her jaw set, he knew she wouldn't crack a smile just to spite him.
Lord only knew why Hank insisted he be the one to pick her up at the airport.
"Did you hear me?" she finally said when he didn't answer her.
"Yeah, I did."
Her dark eyes widened slightly. "Oh. Good."
Beau reached down and picked up her leather garment bag, watching as her bewildered eyes followed his movement.
"It doesn't change anything though. Hank asked me to pick you up at the airport and bring you home, and that's what I'm doing if I have to toss you over my shoulder and drop you in the pickup."
Mandy gasped. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Wanna try me?" He couldn't help but smile. She just looked too darlin' getting all hot and flustered. She had to know he wouldn't give up. Not just because she was virtually stuck, and knew it, but because she knew he would never refuse Hank's request.
She sighed and closed her eyes. "You touch me and I'll..."
"Afraid of what you'll do?" His smile widened just thinking. "Or are you afraid of how you'll feel in my arms again?"
A veil of pain hooded her delicate features. She wasn't just defeated, he realized. She still hurt after all these years. Guilt stabbed at his gut just thinking of how she was going to feel when she finally reached the Double T and she learned the real reason she was called back to Texas.
Somehow, on those long drives from rodeo to rodeo these past eight years Beau had fantasized about Mandy forgiving him one day for what he'd done. Maybe even understanding why he'd had to do it. As the years went on, he figured she'd have forgotten all about what the two of them had shared that summer, and moved on with her life. He didn't want to think of her finding comfort with another man, forgetting the way she used to melt like butter in his arms, the way they breathlessly clung to each other to steal just one more kiss before turning in each night. But it would have been easier for her if she had.
Looking in her haunted eyes now, Beau realized that was truly a fantasy. Her pain was still as raw as the day he'd left her eight years ago.
He gripped the bag of chips he'd just bought from the vending machine so hard it popped.
"Look, we have a long ride ahead of us. If you want, you can blast the radio with any station you want and pretend someone else is driving."
"You'll just start whistling to remind me you're there," she said, staring at the ground.
She remembered. Every trip to the local rodeos he'd been pent up with anticipation. She liked to listen to the radio in the truck and when he was nervous, he'd whistle and it annoyed the tar out of her. But she teased him anyway, telling him if he was going to whistle, he could at least do it in key.
Having her remember that one small detail gave him a slice of hope. No, they'd never be able to pick up where they'd left off eight years ago. That part of his life was dead and buried. But maybe he'd have a chance to repair the damage he'd done. Maybe they could be friends.
Mandy threw her purse over her shoulder and headed toward the parking lot, leaving him to deal with her luggage. His eyes were drawn again to the graceful sway of her slender hips and the memory of her silky soft lips against his.
Being friends with Mandy as a consolation prize to having her in his arms did nothing to dispel the loneliness he suddenly felt in seeing her again after all these years. But it would have to do.


Thursday, October 5, 2017

On Conversations: #AAMBC #author Shawn Flossy

Please join me in welcoming author Shawn Flossy to Conversations today! Shawn is here to talk about her novel, The Nightlife Chronicles! So be sure and check out the cover and blurb below! And don't forget to check out her interview too and get to know Shawn Flossy.

Lisa ~


The Nightlife Chronicles

Battling her natural instinct to play men and her common sense to be monogamous, Taya Roberts learns her true fate. It’s not that she isn’t ready to settle down rather she just can’t imagine what life would be like without her options. Until she meets Michael Keith who spins her world upside down. His debonair suave mystic personality catches her eye and even has her questioning if this player lifestyle was ever truly for her.


Interview with Shawn Flossy

What inspired you to write The Nightlife Chronicles?

What really inspired the book was the blog I was writing before the book, also called The Nightlife Chronicles, for 2 years. The blog was was so popular that I was writing enough content to actually create a novel. So to answer your question, my fans from my blog inspired my book.

Are any of the characters based on influences you’ve had in your life?

Everybody thinks the main character, Taya Roberts, is a reflection of me, she’s not. Every other character is representations of pieces of people I’ve met in my life.

Tell us the most difficult portion of writing the book?

The ending by far. With me it’s always the last chapter or last paragraph or last sentence because I never know when to stop writing.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years as an author?

My long term goal is having a screenplay published on a major platform. It doesn’t have to even be a huge success, but having my own works produced would be a major accolade.

What else do you have in the works?

“Ally” the novel, my sophomore piece. It’s going to top my first book; I really went all out on this one. I also have a poetry book in the works as well, I love writing poems.

When can we expect “Ally” to be available to the public?

We’re expecting to release it by the end of this year or the beginning of next year, and pre orders will be up soon.

Anything else you would like to add for future fans and friends?

I want to thank everybody for being interested in what I have to offer, stay tuned because we’re just getting started.

Shawn Flossy is a self-published author who founded PURP Publications, at the age of 25. Before venturing into her first novel, Shawn was an avid blogger on her NightLife Chronicles blog. A former internet radio host, she helped host with Hear Me Now Radio (HMN) out of Fort Worth, Texas, for over a year. With more business ventures on the horizon, Shawn is definitely climbing the ladder for success. Her sophomore book debut titled, “Ally”, releases later this year.

Find the author:

Twitter: @TNLChronicles


Tuesday, October 3, 2017

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Friday, September 22, 2017

On Conversations: USA Today #bestselling #author Donna Fasano

Please join me in welcoming USA Today bestselling author Donna Fasano to Conversations today! Donna is here to let you know that book 6 in her Ocean City Boardwalk series, The Wedding Planner's Son, is on sale for only 99¢ for a limited time! So be sure and check out the cover and blurb below! And don't forget to check out her bio too and get to know Donna Fasano.

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Tawny McNealy is a driven, high-achiever who fully expects to someday take over and run the family accounting firm. But when an attempt is made to use her as a pawn, Tawny flees to the only place she’s ever felt truly free and happy—the beach.

Jack Barclay spends his summer days creating romantic seaside weddings for lovers. His laid-back attitude has served him well over the years. He feels stressing out about work only causes a person to miss the best parts of life.

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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

On Conversations: #AAMBC #author Patrick Burton

Please join me in welcoming author Patrick Burton to Conversations today! Patrick is here to talk about his novel, Father Figure: Healing Child Abandonment! So be sure and check out the cover and blurb below! And don't forget to check out his interview too and get to know Patrick Burton.

Lisa ~


Father Figure: Healing Child Abandonment

Ronnie Whelms has taken a great pride in the fact that his education in Child Psychology has allotted him the luxury of giving back to his community.  His current case, sixteen year old David Jones has the not so rare situation of being raised by his mother and step-father. While David can appreciate the fullness of family with them, he can’t help but desire the closure he needs from a relationship with his biological father. Knowing that David’s biological father has no more interest in him other than the final child support check, Ronnie has every intention of championing the mending of their relationship by getting them back to what a biological father and son is truly supposed to be. There’s only one problem…..Ronnie has his own new found abandonment. While on her death bed, his mother lets him know that the man he has called father all of his life is not his real father. With his world now up-side down, he finds himself outside of his textbook resolve to dysfunctional families.  It will take the navigation of David’s case in conjunction with a deep, dark family secret held by a long distance relative in order for Ronnie to truly come to grips with his abandonment issues.


Interview with Patrick Burton

How did you get started in the writing field? 

While at ECPI Tech I had a ten page paper due with only a couple of hours in which to turn it in. I finished it within 45 minutes, turned it in and thought to myself, “I will be lucky if I get a 50% on this paper.” Not only did I get 100%, my instructor told me that this was one of the best papers that he had read of the ones turned in. I couldn’t help but laugh as I confessed to him that I rushed putting the paper together. It was then that he told me that he thought that I had a real talent for writing and that I should consider doing it professionally. I was going through a separation at the time so I had already written some of my emotions down. The process had already begun but it was my instructor who made me take it seriously.

How did you come up with the storyline for Father Figure: Healing Child Abandonment?

Father Figure Healing Child Abandonment is the result of watching my step-children coming in and out of the home with the many disappointments of broken promises from their biological father’s. For a small portion of my life as a child, I also experienced these disappointments. As I have conversations with men in my age group or younger, there is a common trend of fathers not being present in the home. I wanted to create a platform in order to allow men who would normally be introverted on the subject, to have a way to open up dialog.

Where does your creativity comes from?

I view everything that I encounter in life as having the potential to be some type of story. I find myself always saying, “That would make a good book.” I am always interested in the process of translating emotions like happiness, hurt, anger and tears rolling down someone’s face into the written form.  It’s very unique form of transformation of energy. Life in itself is a huge book waiting to be written.

What are your writing techniques like?

My first two books are narratives as will be my third book.  They all consist of backstory and flashback techniques. My mindset around my fourth book is to write it in first person. Each book, in my opinion deserves its own consideration for either a single technique or a combination of multiple techniques.

How many books have you written so far and when can we expect your next book to be published? 

I have written two books, Mrs. Limbsy? and Father Figure: healing Child Abandonment. I am currently working on my third book, titled Why We Sleep with Married Men. This should be out in 2017.

How important do you think authors supporting other authors is?

I feel that author support is very important. A good network of likeminded people can only enhance the potential of the individual author. Some things are necessary to go through by yourself for single evolution but you can’t supplement the value of a good support system.

Who is your favorite author (s) and why? 

Herbert Harris (Twelve Universal Laws of Success) I had the pleasure of meeting him while at the Maserati Dealership in Raleigh, NC and in addition to his very inspirational, well written book he was very liberal with information and reaching back to give me a wealth of his life experiences that he knew I would embark upon as a young author. His life is worth writing and he has contributed to the reasons that I write.

What advice would you give to aspiring authors wanting to write a book?

My advice to anyone who wants to write is to write exactly what’s in their heart. Don’t be deterred by people who do not understand the gift that God has placed inside of you.  Invest in yourself, because if you don’t believe in yourself, nobody else will. Align yourself with people who share your goals so you can learn from each other. Study your craft so you can contribute and inspire people who will read your art. Have fun when you are writing and enjoy the process of creating and this way you will never regret the finished product.

What do you enjoy doing on your spare time when you aren’t writing? 

In my spare time I like to work out in the gym and spend time with my family.

Patrick Burton was born in Raleigh, NC and raised in Enterprise, AL.  He is the author of two books, titled Mrs. Limbsy? and Father Figure Healing Child Abandonment. He has also written a screenplay for an independent filmmaker. His third book, Why we sleep With Married Men, is due to come out in late 2017 and he promises many more great intriguing subjects in the future. He attributes his passion for writing to his mother, who taught English during his childhood days. His cultural diversity is a result of his time spent in the United States Marines, traveling abroad and gaining an appreciation for life outside of his immediate circle of life. He enjoys time spent working out in the gym, time with his beautiful family and of course, writing books, movies , poems and any other form of written communication that stands to be a voice for anyone who would not otherwise be able to speak to a genre.

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Twitter: @pburtonauthor


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