December 8, 2016

#DoctorWho is a Superhero and I can prove it!

I've honestly had this debate with people online and off the last month or so. I figured why not just write a blog about it. Here you go.

The Doctor is a Superhero. I can prove it.

1. He's an Alien just like Superman.

2. He's got an awesome vehicle to get around in like Wonder Woman or Batman.

3. He got superpowers. No, you say? I say YES! He can knock his head against yours and share memories. He can regenerate parts of or his whole body. He understands every language out there via the TARDIS. That's only a few.

4. He wears a costume and rarely changes it except from one regeneration to the next.

5. He's got an alias, we don't even know his given name.

6. He has a supervillain foe, The Master, who's always trying to thwart him.

7. He doesn't think of himself as a superhero, which is the same for many comic book superheroes, but he has a bunch of groupies and people who worship him.

8. He doesn't kill maliciously, or at all if possible.

9. He's got super gadgets like the Sonic Screwdriver.

and last of all 10. He's always running around saving people, especially children.

So there.

I win. 😉

Nuff said. ♡

LOL! Hope you're all looking forward to the Christmas Special like me!! Looks like it's going to be a lot of fun.

November 1, 2016

10 Things I Learned Sitting in the ER for 8 hours...

Well, my weekend was fun. I spent most of the day Sunday in the ER with a sick relative. I learned more than I wanted to. Here's what I took away.

1. Nurses and Orderlies and all the support staff are AMAZING. They probably don't make anything near what they are worth.

2. If you don't have any insurance, they keep you in the hallway with no privacy. Hey, you have to pee? Here's a blanket, do it while 25 people walk by you. I'm sure this is hospital policy, and I understand they do this to keep costs down for both sides, but really? Not even a curtain for a bit of privacy? Nope.

3. If you DO have insurance you get a private room with a TV and a bunch of monitors monitoring you and a few chairs for visitors and something to drink and something to eat and people checking on you every 15 minutes. Hmm, that probably costs WAY more than the hallway option, which means the insurance companies get a much bigger bill to cover. Could this be yet another reason our health care costs are so outrageous?

4. Doctors are highly overrated in a non-Trauma Emergency situation. They stop by for 5 seconds then disappear for hours. Or maybe it's because there was no insurance involved?

5. There was so little security in this particular hospital, which I won't name, I came up with two plot bunnies in the first ten minutes of being there and they weren't happy plot bunnies.

6.  Don't expect a complete diagnosis in a hospital. For this particular case, the Doctors didn't tell the patient what was wrong, they said a follow up with a specialist was needed. Again,  could this be the whole insurance thing? Maybe? I mean I can't figure out how a hospital can't tell you what's wrong with you but a doctor with less equipment in an office can. Maybe it's just me?

7. "You'll be discharged soon." Means two hours from when they told you.

8. This hospital was one of the most diverse places I've ever been to. Men and women of all backgrounds worked here. I thought that was lovely and should be normal in every state.

9. People should be banned from wearing cologne or perfume when going to visit people in the hospital. I must have sneezed 85 times. LOL!

10. Yes, we should all be grateful that we have hospitals and charity care and hospital staffs that actually care. We honestly have a very good healthcare system in this country.  I can tell you, this particular hospital is probably one of best ones out there but some of their policies are terrible. Not sure what can be done about that, but something should. I know we can do better. We need to, hopefully someday soon.

October 25, 2016

#NewRelease & SALE! MIND: The Reckoning is HERE!

Fan Favorite, Baldwin Bates, finally gets his own story and HEA in book three MIND: The Reckoning.

To celebrate the new release, books 1 & 2 are both on sale for the rest of the week! You can find all three books here: MIND: The Beginning .99c, MIND: The Emergence $1.99

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MIND: The Reckoning
Baldwin Bates has only wanted one thing since joining MIND, to take care of his friends and keep them all safe. While the Meta-Alien Investigation and Neutralization Department is busy monitoring an emergence of human psychic and alien activity, Bates takes his first solo assignment searching for a woman who claims to see the future, only to botch it up and let her get away.

After helping to destroy an alien device called the Transcender, Lexa Quinn wakes from a two-week coma a very different person than she was before. While her abilities grow stronger, her feelings for Bates begin to interfere with the MIND team's mission, putting everyone at risk. Secrets from her past threaten the present and future, forcing Lexa to decide who she is and where she belongs.

When a powerful, ancient enemy lays claim to the Earth and brings his judgment upon the population, Bates, Lexa, and the entire MIND team must do whatever it takes to save the human race before the reckoning is complete.


As Bates bypassed the crafters and artists, the scent of Asian BBQ wafted through the air. He grumbled along with his stomach and hoped a few of them stuck around so he could pick something up on his way out.

"How’s it going?" Dina Ranger asked via his earcomm, jolting him.

"Shit! Forgot I had this bloody thing in," he replied, taking a breath and shutting his eyes for a second.

"Have to get used to it if you want to be in the field...alone."

"Unlike your brother, I need some me time, Sherlock." This time, he chuckled when he felt her brush his mind with calming thoughts. "How’s Lexa? Any change?"

"No, nothing. Never changes. I...just don’t get it."

"Me either," he said with a sigh, quickly putting it out of his mind to maintain his focus. "I just got to the park. I’ll check in before I leave."

"Okay. And whatever has you so hungry bring some back. Talk to ya."

Shaking his head, Bates waited for the static of the comm to fade before pushing farther into the park, eyeing the tables and tents, but mostly their occupants, searching for a face. Miss Takashi had a pretty face, although older now, since the photo from the collective Meta-alien Investigation and Neutralization Department database was almost one hundred years old.

When he neared the end of the first row of vendor tents, he took in the sight of the city across the river, and then found the second and final row of vendors left to search.
He politely declined several offers to purchase various items like candles and potholders, wondering why his ‘blah face’—a term his new friend Kim called his usual stern façade—wasn’t working.

Toward the middle of the second row, Bates slowed, eyeing a colorful booth, shrouded in light purple curtains, and a sign that screamed for attention. When a face-painted toddler, followed by a frantic parent, came running out of the booth, he barely sidestepped out of the way. The parent offered Bates a weary shrug. He nodded politely and carried onward, finally seeing a sign for "Madam Takashi" two booths down.

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October 24, 2016

Special Guest Author @SuzanaWylie!

   Today's Special Guest is Author Suzana Wylie! Enjoy and Comment!

Answers may be found in the desert, if the right questions are asked.

With Matteo Velasco and Dusan Sokolov, the questions are simple. It’s the answers that are complicated.

Teo’s answers are found in sharing existence with his pet-who-is-more, Raveneye, until the day Dusan walks into the desert resort spa where Teo works. 

Dusan’s answers are found in meditation spent battling the beast he knows he harbors within, until the day Teo sees and touches his wounds. 

Their encounter brings more questions, and to have any hope of sorting out the answers, each man will need the help offered by Raveneye and the beautiful transwoman who cares for them both.

Dusan—straight, assassin, immortal. Teo—gay, seeker, human. When men look at life… and death… through the eye of the raven, will they see the answers hidden in the desert?


“Are you going to give, or do I need to pour some serious tequila down your throat?”
Teo looked up from his computer station in the spa’s reception area. “What are you talking about, Edie?”
“You have circles under your eyes. You don’t always hear the first time you’re spoken to. You left the door open during that massage this morning. And honey, he wasn’t at all cute, so I didn’t want to see what I saw in there.” She raised a brow. “Stand up.”
She looked him over, then signaled for him to turn. “You’ve lost weight. Are you eating? Strike that. Are you eating right?”
“I’m fine.” Teo sat, turning back to the computer.
“You are not fine. We’ve known each other how many years now? Five? More than that.”
“OK, seven. You aren’t fine and you know it.” She propped against his desk and tapped her fingernail on her teeth. “Something’s been wrong with you for a couple of weeks now.” She glanced around and went on in a lower voice, “Have you been out in the desert every night? Are you tripping every night now?”
Teo glared at her. “You shouldn’t mention that here!”
Edie raised her hands in placation, and said, “Okay, okay, calm down. You’re right, and I’m sorry. But I care, Teo. Something is wrong and I care.”
“I know.” 
“You know I don’t gossip. Well, I do, but only about the unimportant things like shoes and who’s dating who in Hollywood and shit. Not about people I care about.”
“Yeah. Thanks.” Teo stared at his computer screen for a moment, then turned back to her. “Are you saying that there’s gossip going around?”
Edie discovered a piece of lint on her skirt. “Why would you think that?”
“Damn. What are they saying, Edie?”
“If you don’t want to talk about it at work, don’t you think you’d better quit talking about it at work?”
After a long moment, Teo sighed. “Drinks, after work?”
“Sure. Your place?”
“The bar. No liquor at the cottage.”
“Well, there’s your problem, dude. You need to get drunk.” She studied him again. “And laid, I’d say.”
When he glared again, she laughed. “I know. I’m not your type. Just saying you should find someone and do ‘em.”
“It doesn’t work that way for me, Edie, and you know it.”
“Maybe it’s time to give it a try, just once. We’ll check Grindr later.”
“Edie, this is a gay resort. I don’t need Grindr. All I have to do is smile.”

Suzana Wylie is the non-so-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson. Suzana is a Southern girl who’s proud to be far less Southern than most. She credits the two years spent in extreme northern Maine and the ten years in western New York with knocking off the remnants of Southern from her. Though she does still eat grits. She’s been writing since she figured out which end of the pencil to lick, but only published in novel form in the last few years. Since she spent most of her early life, up through college at least, knowing that she didn’t fit in with the girls and enjoying hanging out with the boys better (which is still true, but no longer the source of angst), she’s always had a fascination for M/M relationships and the dynamic, so different from M/F relationships. Though there are women in her books, they’re not the love interest, no matter how great a role they may play in the story. When Suzana isn’t writing or reading, she’s likely to be coloring or drawing, or blending her two personalities by knitting while yelling at the football game on TV.

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October 14, 2016

Special Guest - Author Dana Marton!

Today's Special Guest is Author Dana Marton!

After the death of his wife and twin sons, Army vet Ian Slaney is a shadow of his former self. On the path of self-destruction, only his best friend's disappearance in South America pulls Ian back from the ledge. He rushes to Brazil, only to discover that his friend was murdered. The single lead in the case is also the single biggest obstacle--Daniela, a mysterious beauty very much in need of protection, with a host of secrets hidden in a dark past. As the two of them track down clues and try to untangle an impossible case, they draw the attention of all the wrong people, and danger follows them back to the US.

Ian wants the murderers. Daniela wants Ian to acknowledge the hot sparks of passion between them. But convincing Ian to set aside his protective instincts proves more difficult than teaching a water buffalo to tap dance.

TAKE YOURSELF ON AN EPIC ROMANTIC ADVENTURE to another world, with a spellbinding story about love and hate, honor and evil, hope and justice set against the exotic backdrop of the teeming Amazon rain forest.


A couple of boats had been dragged up on the flat of the riverbank. Nobody around. Ian sat in the shade of the largest boat and pretended to be watching the barges and tugboats going past him.

He stole a glance at the house, hoping to spot Finch. Nothing there, but something rising out of the water maybe thirty feet from him caught his attention.

At first, he thought it might be a caiman—South America’s version of an alligator. Caimans were native to the area, although, he had no idea if they lived in this part of this particular river.

But instead, out of the river, rose a young woman.

She seemed to be struggling with…an anaconda?

When the shiny black, long body wrapped around hers, Ian moved, ready to dive into the water to help her, but she had the upper hand and dragged the wriggling beast toward shore with a triumphant smile, and he could see that she had a giant eel.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the thing. The eel stretched as long as the woman was tall, over five feet. They wrestled in the mud, the scene stunningly primal and elemental.

She had a piece of rag tied around her small breasts, and another around her slim waist, covering only the private parts of her body. She was the most stunning sight he’d ever seen, long dark hair streaming down in wet rivulets. A goddess risen.

A goddess in mortal struggle.

His western sensibilities pushed him to run and help, but the woman and the eel and their battle seemed somehow the spirit of the Amazon itself, and he felt like an interloper. He felt that he couldn’t take the woman’s triumph away from her.

And she did win, dragging the eel to shore, grabbing a rock the next second and smashing the eel’s head. The eel was still squirming when, with the same, sharp-edged rock, she gutted the thing, dumping the insides back into the river. She was not a peaceful goddess.

She washed the eel efficiently, then picked up the carcass and carried it, staggering under the weight, up the tall, steep bank, and in through the back door of the house Ian had been watching.

Ian’s chin might have dropped a little. Or a lot. In fact, he felt as if his chin just hit his lap.

Who on earth was she?

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