Some awesome news re: one of our own, author John Dixon:
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| Click the screencap for the official announcement from Deadline Hollywood. |
CONGRATULATIONS, JOHN!!
For more of the fabulous John Dixon, head over to The Dark Flibbertigibbet.
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Sunday, September 23, 2012
John Dixon--stirring up some trouble!
Monday, August 20, 2012
Look who's making trouble!
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| Available August 21st from Loose Id! Cover by Tibbs Design. |
After one glance of silky skin and talented fingers, Tyler Lachlan doesn't stand a chance of resisting the delicious distraction of the mystery woman from the Marietta Hotel. He's sure there's more to her than her sultry voice and mahogany thighs, but he doesn't know if he's willing to risk his career to find out.
Could what began as a voyeuristic affair across Times Square develop into something more?
Read the first chapter here! By the book here! And check out this awesome promotional video from the author herself:
Rachell's also been busy on the blogosphere! Check out her guests posts, shout-outs, and author appearances:
- Emma Lai Writes
- Sally Bosco
- Out of the Lock Box
- Herding the Dragon
- Anita Laydon Miller's Blog
- Kristina Elyse Butke
- The Long and Short Reviews
- Rachel Leigh
We'll keep you updated, since there will certainly be more to come! In the meantime, you can buy the book here!
We wish you tons of success, Rachell!
For more of the wonderful Rachell Nichole:
- Visit her on Facebook
- Add her to your circles on Google +
- Follow her blog, The Divas of Desire, featuring authors Nona Raines and Danica St. Como
- Check out her out on Loose Id
- Subscribe to her YouTube channel
- Visit her official author site, RachelleNichole.com
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
now we've been formally introduced...
Hi! I'm Sami. Samantha Holloway if you want to be professional.
I was just thinking this morning of the very first book I remember reading for myself. I learned how to read pretty early-- I had basic words and numbers down before I started school because I used to read the comics while my dad read the paper in the morning (I remember how impossibly huge those pages seemed to my four-year-old self). Then I spend several years officially learning, and being totally bored of books with less than ten pages and really short words, so I read everything that had words on it-- signs, the backs of cereal boxes, the subtitles for Clan of the Cave Bear (which taught me how to read faster, and also the basics of how babies are made). Somewhere along the line, I moved up to skinny chapter books before I was supposed to. And then, when I had just turned eight, I got Charlotte's Web out of a bookstore of my own accord, and I spent two months reading it so carefully that I think I could have written a dissertation about it. It was the first book that was really mine. The first one that made me cry just because of the combination of little letter-squiggles on the pages. The first one I clearly remember impacting my life--I still feel bad squishing spiders, and I've considered giving up all pig products (and actually do, whenever I re-read it, for a time... except that bacon is so damned tasty and I don't have that much willpower).
That book is probably why I started writing. The first thing I remember sitting down specifically to write was very soon after reading that book, and the first thing anyone noticed me writing was within a few months of it. I gave it to my niece when she started reading, and now she's eleven and devouring books as quickly as I did. I'm trying to talk her into starting a blog. Because I think that's the next step: I gave her Charlotte's Web, and now I need to encourage her to write, too.
I was just thinking this morning of the very first book I remember reading for myself. I learned how to read pretty early-- I had basic words and numbers down before I started school because I used to read the comics while my dad read the paper in the morning (I remember how impossibly huge those pages seemed to my four-year-old self). Then I spend several years officially learning, and being totally bored of books with less than ten pages and really short words, so I read everything that had words on it-- signs, the backs of cereal boxes, the subtitles for Clan of the Cave Bear (which taught me how to read faster, and also the basics of how babies are made). Somewhere along the line, I moved up to skinny chapter books before I was supposed to. And then, when I had just turned eight, I got Charlotte's Web out of a bookstore of my own accord, and I spent two months reading it so carefully that I think I could have written a dissertation about it. It was the first book that was really mine. The first one that made me cry just because of the combination of little letter-squiggles on the pages. The first one I clearly remember impacting my life--I still feel bad squishing spiders, and I've considered giving up all pig products (and actually do, whenever I re-read it, for a time... except that bacon is so damned tasty and I don't have that much willpower).
That book is probably why I started writing. The first thing I remember sitting down specifically to write was very soon after reading that book, and the first thing anyone noticed me writing was within a few months of it. I gave it to my niece when she started reading, and now she's eleven and devouring books as quickly as I did. I'm trying to talk her into starting a blog. Because I think that's the next step: I gave her Charlotte's Web, and now I need to encourage her to write, too.
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