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He Thought He Saw Is Over!

He Thought He Saw redHe Thought He Saw is over. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! I thought about skipping to another book, but I decided to share the next book in the series.

the-man-who-wasnt-thereThe Man Who Wasn’t There – Book 2 in the Miracle, Mississippi series, is set in the mystical, made up town of Miracle. The Man Who Wasn’t There picks up not quite a year after He Thought He Saw ends. Jordan and Brian are happily anticipating the annual Halloween Ball, the social event of the season. This one is special, because it marks the 300th anniversary of the appearance of a magical stranger known only as The Peddlar. It also commemorates a major battle between the Circles and a cult of evil witches. Already, things are stirring and Brian’s dreams have grown tumultuous. Something wicked this way comes.

Look for The Man Who Wasn’t There starting on Sunday, March 19 at 8:00 a.m. Eastern time.

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Look at us now! A Close Look at Owl and Pussycat Promotions

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WHAT WE ARE ABOUT

Viv Drewa and Karen Vaughan formed Owl and Pussycat Promotions July 2016. We pride ourselves on friendly service that will meet the needs of independent authors. Our focus is on social media, i.e., Facebook and Twitter primarily and other platforms. Every week we feature a book or two of the authors choice including book blurbs, reviews, character quotes, and excerpts and we also have a follow the author day.  We firmly believe that having a consistent and organized plan is key to the success of any book promotion.

As authors, we understand the promotional needs and a variation on the golden rule applies “Promote for others the way we want to be promoted!”

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WHO WE ARE

VIV DREWA

viv-drewa-gray-sweaterViv is a Michigan native who has enjoyed reading and writing since 1963. Though she studied medicinal chemistry at the University of Michigan her passion has always been writing.

She was awarded third place for her nonfiction short story about her grandfather’s escape from Poland. Later, she rewrote this story and was published in the “Polish American Journal” as “From the Pages of Grandfather’s Life” and recently had it published again on Amazon.com

Viv took creative and journalism courses to help in her transition to fulfill her dream of becoming a writer. She worked as an intern for Port Huron’s ‘The Times Herald”, and also wrote, edited and did the layout or the Blue Water Multiple Sclerosis newsletter “Thumb Prints.” 

She teaches sewing to physically and mentally disabled adults, a cause close to her heart.

Viv also writes two blogs to help promote our authors.

KAREN VAUGHAN

d3193-karen2bvaughanKaren Vaughan lives in Peterborough Ontario with her husband Jim and a cat named JJ. She is the mom of a 26-year-old daughter and four grown stepchildren, a newborn granddaughter and a 6-year-old grandson named Izak who could very well be smarter than a fifth grader. DEAD COMIC STANDING is her second novel. Her first novel DEAD ON ARRIVAL garnered praise from friends, family, and online gamers. She also enjoys doing crafts and other hobbies. Her third book and sequel to DEAD ON ARRIVAL is called OVER HER DEAD BODY. DAYTONA DEAD is the third in that series and was released in May 2013. Other than writing Karen loves to read, do crafts and play online games. Currently, she hosts an internet radio show called WRITERS ROUND TABLE since January the 14th, 2014. She has a quirky sense of humor and shows this in her mysteries and her side hobby of stand-up comedy. DEAD MEN DON’T SWING AND JAMAICA DEAD WERE PUBLISHED in January 2015. LEFT FOR DEAD AND HOLMES IN AMERICA WERE PUBLISHED IN 2016. Karen is currently working on her 7th book in the Laura and Gerry series DEAD TO WRITES.

 

OUR AUTHORS

AARON R. ROBERTS~~CONTEMPORARY FICTION

ANNA OTHITIS~~CHILDRENS LITERATURE

DELLANI OAKES~~SCI-FI, ROMANTIC SUSPENSE AND HISTORICAL ROMANCE

GERALD DARNELL~~MYSTERY

KAREN VAUGHAN (SHE’S A CLIENT TOO!) MYSTERY 

L.ANN MARIE~~EROTIC ROMANCE, ACTION AND ADVENTURE, PARANORMAL FICTION

MARTA MORAN BISHOP~~POETRY, CHILDRENS LITERATURE, CONTEMPORARY AND PARANORMAL FICTION

PAUL NOSACH–CONTEMPORARY AND PARANORMAL FICTION

SAMANTHA JACOBEY–EROTIC ROMANCE 

VIV DREWA (YES ALSO A CLIENT)-CONTEMPORARY AND PARANORMAL FICTION, MYSTERY

OUR PRICES AND SERVICES

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OUR WINTER SPECIAL

Try us for $10 and get all the
services you would for the 5 days/week/month
Only available until Feb. 28th!

OUR REGULAR PRICES

2 days/week/month
$10/month
Or $100 for the year
Shared on social media sites and blogs

3 days/week/month
$20/month
Or $200 for the year
Shared on social 
media sites and 
blogs
One free teaser

5 days/week/month
$25/month
Or $250 for the year
Shared on social 
media sites and 
blogs
Free teasers

WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING
ABOUT OUR SERVICES

DELLANI OAKES AUTHOR OF THE LONE WOLF SERIES

I love Owl and Pussycat Promotions. Karen Vaughan and Viv Drewa are organized, professional, fun and wonderful to work with. They get a lot of input from their authors to personalize the promotions, making them unique to each person.

GERALD DARNELL AUTHOR OF THE CARSON RENO MYSTERIES

To promote my writing and novels who could do a better job than another writer, a writer who understands how to get my books in front of the right people – the people who buy and read books. Viv Drewa and Karen Vaughn with ‘Owl and Pussycat Promotions’ (writers themselves) are doing that for me, and I could not be more pleased with the results.

PAUL NOSACH AUTHOR OF BLAZING HEARTS

To Owl & Pussycat Promotions: I have never felt such a warm welcome from the people who are helping me promote my novels. Not only are they doing that, but are creating spectacular art for my covers.

MARTA MORAN BISHOP AUTHOR OF DARKNESS DESCENDS

The Owl and Pussycat Promotions have just the right balance between cleverly and stunning advertisements, creative marketing strategies, and professionalism that has been and will continue to be a godsend to me. 

Red River Radio Presents What’s Write for Me with Brian, Gary and Whit

4755b-red2briver2bradio2blogoWEDNESDAY, November 23, 2016 from 4:00 – 6:00 PM EST on Blog Talk Radio

Dellani and Christina are delighted to welcome back two fantastic authors, and greet a new one.

whit-mcclendonFirst up is our pal Whit McClendon, author of Mage’s Burden and Gart’s Road. Whit will be on from 4 to 4:40 to chat about his work.

brian-briscoeSecond is newcomer, Brian Briscoe, author of The Conflict Etiquette Handbook: The Art of Behaving Well in the Midst of Conflict and Juke: A Blues Novel. Brian will be on from 4:40 to 5:20.

gary-d-henryThird, our buddy Gary D. Henry, author of In the Manor of Heather Black, Falling Waters, Witchwoods, and more. Gary will come on from 5:20 to 6:00

We look forward to chatting with each of our authors. As always, dust off your speakers, kick back with your favorite beverage and enjoy the show!

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Why We Kill Cliff Brooks – A NaNoWriMo Challenge

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The following is an account of why we kill Cliff Brooks as told by Drew Patty, a member of the South Bay WriMo.

Cliff Brooks is an actual guy who actually lived in South Bay. He was one of the earliest participants in the NaNoWriMo. In 1999, Cliff, Drew Patty and others were at a write in. Drew’s (then 13 year old) son, Phillip, was also there working on his mini-novel.

Phillip leaned over Cliff’s shoulder and read what he’d written. He burst out laughing. Cliff, who was somewhat offended, complained, “It’s horror, it’s not supposed to be funny.” Phillip insisted that it was hilarious.

Cliff quickly wrote a character named Phillip into the scene and killed him off in an appropriately gruesome fashion. To retaliate, Phillip wrote a scene into his story where Cliff Brooks, President of the United States, turned into a two headed monster and exploded. He shared this story the following week. Since many of the other NaNo’ers liked the idea, they decided to put Cliff into their stories and kill him off.

Thus began the “Kill Cliff Brooks” challenge. Thank you, Drew Patty, for clearing that up!

© 2016 Dellani Oakes

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Dellani Oakes is the author of 10 published novels and over 100 more which haven’t been published yet. She’s a Blog Talk Radio host on the Red River Radio Network. She’s also former A.P. English teacher and journalist.

Red River Radio Presents What’s Write for Me with Deb, Elizabeth and Maggie

WEDNESDAY on What’s Write for Me!

We had a hiccup with Hurricane Matthew blustering through, but we’re back on track and ready to rock. Dellani and Christina are delighted to welcome three of their favorite horror/ paranormal authors.

DeborahCihon, author of My Paranormal Diaries, always has some spine tingling, real life ghost stories to share. She’s back to thrill us with a real life spooky tale or two! 

 

ElizabethBlack is the author of Don’t Call Me Baby, Trouble in Thigh High Boots, Like a Myth and many others. She’s been known to give us a chill, so we know she won’t disappoint!

 

Joining us all the way from South Africa is Maggie Tideswell, author of Dark Moon, Silent Night, Runaway Couple and more. Maggie also has her fair share of creepy stories to relate!

So, put on your costumes, break out the candy and listen closely as these ghostly gals weave their tingly tales.

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First Meeting from Star Crossed

star-crossed-coverThe man in the truck frowned when he Helene her approach. He shut off the engine and got out, glowering.

“What?”

Helene stopped in her tracks. He was angry and surly, but one of the handsomest men she’d ever met.

“Hello, I’m Helene Marcos. I hear you’ve bought the last of the trees. I was wondering if you’d be willing to part with the blue spruce.”

He was already frowning and shaking his head. He ignored her hand and raised his chin at the young man, telling him to start loading with a jerk of his head. Tipping his head at Helene, he frowned. It wasn’t so much anger, she sensed, as a dislike of the cold wind. His eyes watered. A startling blue, they made a stark contrast with his sleek, black hair.

“The blue spruce. Could I buy it from you? I’ll be happy to pay whatever you did, plus ten percent?” Her voice rose to a childish, almost whimper. She hated when she did that. It made her sound like such a child. As if the blonde hair and big blue eyes weren’t enough of a problem.

“No.”

“What? Why not?”

“I need it. I ordered, and received, fifteen very specific trees. I was lucky they weren’t taken with the rest.”

Helene could feel tears in her eyes. “Surely one….”

“Look, Miss….” he’d already forgotten her name. “I work for a party planner and we have a gig Sunday night. I contracted for fifteen trees. I’m being paid for fifteen. I can’t bring fourteen.”

“But the blue….”

“Is the center piece of the display. Look, I’m sorry. If I could….” He snorted in frustration, running his hand through his hair. “There’s another lot, about two blocks down. Maybe they have a spruce?”

Her eyes filled with tears. “Sure. I’ll go look. I kind of wanted to shop here. I mean, they got robbed. By the looks of them, they’re counting on the money. I just thought….” A shuddering breath caught in her throat. The tears tickled her eyelashes. “Never mind. It’s not your problem. Thank you.” She turned and walked back to the lot, hoping to find another tree for her mother’s Christmas.

Abraham Carson watched the petite blonde walk away and let out a low groan of frustration. Gallantry warred with every other emotion in him. He wasn’t a greedy man, but he did have a contract to fulfill. And he’d seen three blue spruce trees at the other lot on his way here. Not as nice as this one….

“Miss!” he called. “Miss—Marcos?” he bellowed, extending his arm in a gesture of frustration.

She turned, her eyes wide and liquid.

Dammit. Not tears. Dammit! No tears!

“I’ll—I’ll find another tree. And you don’t have to pay extra, just give me what I paid for it.”

An angelic smile wreathed her features. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He wasn’t, but what else could he say to that sweet face. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Oh, thank you!” She ran over to him, placing a warm kiss on his cold cheek. “Thank you. Do you mind a check?”

“Not at all.”

“I promise it’s good. I work at Dr. Staley’s office on Tenth, though, if you have any problem with it.”

“I’m sure I won’t.”

She held her pink checkbook, full of checks scattered with hot air balloons, purple pen poised over the page. Her blue eyes widened expectantly and he realized she was waiting for his name and the amount.

“It was umm, seventy-five….” So he shaved off a few bucks. “And you can make it out to Carson’s Party Planners.”

Flashing a five star smile that struck him deeply, he waited while she wrote out the check. She handed it to him, grinning, thanking him. The check smelled like violets. Resisting the urge to sniff it, he folded it, putting it in his wallet. His boss, who was also his sister, would probably kill him. But he was a softy at heart, which was why she handled the business side and he just picked things up. He really couldn’t be trusted in a more official capacity.

“Thank you so much. My mother is really ill, and this will make her happy. I wanted the perfect tree and she always loved blue spruce.”

Could he feel any more like a complete tool? Not likely. A sick mom. The perfect tree. But the smile and those big, blue eyes, made him feel less like a heel. She kissed him again and his heart lurched.

“You’re very welcome, Miss Marcos. I hope you and your mom have a very Merry Christmas. And I’ll keep her health in my prayers.”

This smile was damn near angelic. Why had he said that? He hardly prayed anymore. His days as a choir boy were well behind him, but he hadn’t lost that grain of truth and hope that had been part of his life since he was a child.

“Hey, Chet, can you load up the lady’s tree?” he called to the young man. “The blue spruce.”

“Sure thing, Abe!” The young man hoisted the tree onto his shoulder and carried it to her car. He got it safely roped on the top and attached the red bandanna she had brought for the base of it. Whistling happily, he nodded when he accepted the tip she gave him.

Standing side by side, Abe and Chet watched Helene drive away.

“You seriously only charged her seventy-five? That was a hundred dollar tree.”

Abe watched the car turn the corner, blinking rapidly against the cold once it was gone. “Yeah, well…. I’m a sucker for big blue eyes and tears.”

“She cried? Oh, hell, I would have given it to her for free!”

Abe chuckled, knuckling the kid’s head. “I almost did, but Tina would decorate a tree with my balls if I did. Now, I have to go down the way and spend my own money on another tree.”

© 2016 Dellani Oakes

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Red River Radio Presents What’s Write for Me with Anna, Karen and Rachel!

TUNE IN WEDNESDAY!

What’s Write for Me Wednesday, September 28, 2016 from 4:00 – 6:00 PM EDT on Blog Talk Radio

 

After a brief hiatus, Dellani and Christina are back! Today, Dellani will chat not only with Karen Vaughan and Anna Celeste Burke, but Christina’s alter ego – Rachel Rueben!

Join us for this fun filled chat!

 

New to the show, Anna Celeste Burke, author of All Hallow’s Eve Heist, Love Notes in the Key of Sea, Gnarly New Year and many more.

Also chatting with us, good friend and another Red River Radio host, Karen Vaughan, author of Jamaica Dead, Daytona Dead, Left for Dead, Holmes in America and many more.

Karen and Anna are also featured in a cooperative book set called Mysteries Gone Mad.

Rachel Rueben is an old hand at the talk show, though she’s usually the silent minority. Today, we’re making her talk about her books Hag, Eternal Bond and her newest venture, Fedelta.

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