Wednesday, October 31, 2012

WE COME TOGETHER AS ONE (Part Three) OR TAKE THAT BILLY

Word coming from the underground is

Billy Shakespeare is polishing off his TO BE's and he's casting out some really ROTTEN STUFF FROM THE STATE OF DENMARK.

Think we've got him spinning in his...okay research time...Is Billy buried in a mouldering grave or some hermetically sealed mausoleum?

One must strive for accuracy...so hang on a sec while I Wikipedia...

Talk about wanting to make certain the world cannot escape your mind even in death, he actually wrote the epitaph on his gravestone...

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.


As grave monikers go it's pretty good, but still what an ego! Somehow or another I don't think

THIS was his original resting ground do you? (His relations inherited the rights of burial in August of 2000 to change his burial site in Stratford. Do you think his curse is working?

Seeing this begs the question...is Billy ticked at us Holmes Girls for our prolific brilliance, or is he just eternally

grumpy because his creaking old bones have been re-interred?

With his ego...BOTH!

So let's just keep rattling his bones with undisputed verification of the the Holmes Girls and our

superiority.

When last we left the erstwhile Holmes Girls...yes...I am resorting to

THIRD PERSON for me here...Kat and L.J. Holmes were tied.

Will they remain so?

On the Kat side we have:
1.) The Lighthouse EB (e-book)
2.) The Lighthouse PB (print book...NOT peanut butter)
3.) Frozen EB

On the L.J. side we have:
1.) Santa is a Lady EB
2.) Forever With You EB
3.) The Pendulum Swings EB

I can see where this is heading...L.J. needs to write something BIG enough to get a (PB). She's going to have to NUDGE her Nudge.

Give me a second here while I go

sit in the corner and throw a mild temper tantrum while ranting "I WANT A PB. I WANT A PB!" until I get it out of my system.

Okay I've chilled...


well mostly.

Let's begin with April 2011since that's where we left off...I'm so clever aren't I?

April 2011 Kat moves into the lead between the Holmes Girls with the release of her very first FANTASY world, the incredibly detailed Artica where Awni is Queen, Tichi is the God and the mysterious Artica Lights have just pulled poor Brent through some kind of a time warp landing him butt deep in the dungeon. Not the best introduction to your slice of pending insanity is it?

This book, aptly called

FROZEN is the first in Kat's ARTICA LIGHTS SERIES with one of the most haunting covers the world will ever see.I mean seriously...look at this cover...don't YOU feel the chills running up and down your spine? And I nearly had heart failure when I realized the

Artica Lights are actually swirling around on the cover too. Trust me on this, you don't want to get too close to those Lights...poor Brent did, and look what happened to him...Okay I'm not going to TELL you what happened, but trust me not even sub-zero gear will protect you.

FROZEN...click on <----that link and read more...you will so NOT be sorry.

Well, Kat's firmly in the lead...Billy's rumbling...making me wonder if

Tichi and Artica's Lights are playing with him too? Do bones feel the cold? What a question.

MAY 2011...

L.J. cranks it up, but not in a comfortable way with TWILIGHT COMES

Do you think writing about Hamlet and the ghostly father gave Billy the heebie jeebies?

Writing about Matt, the hero?...in TWILIGHT COMES surely gave L.J. the heebie jeebies...so much so she had not a single clue how to promote this darker than

dark story. Some topics, just cannot be candy coated and a HEA would be too insulting. Yet they have power contained within their meter to stop you in your track, and a message.

This story haunts and will continue to haunt L.J. and those who've read it so far. Some say this is L.J.'s best writing to date...she hopes not because if it is, writing will tear her soul into shreds every time she cranks one of these out.

But with the release of TWILIGHT COMES, the

Holmes Girls...and as this pic shows, there's no way they can deny being mother and daughter...are tied and Billy, you can eat your

on that!

Till next time...In your honor, Billy...

Nah nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah!

Monday, October 22, 2012

Did Billy Go BOOM?

Did you hear a



Could it be our most recent release has dislodged good old

Billy Shakespeare from his long and mouldy complacency?

Or could it be he heard, through some

ethereal grapevine what Kat and I have in store for THIS posting?

Maybe...because it suddenly got very

cold around here...No, I KNOW it's late October, but we're here in the SOUTH...just across the state line from

Pensacola, Florida. Cold is not something we get this early...And to prove it let me check my

Ladybug thermometer given me by my sister

Rosebug. It's seventy-two degrees outside...hardly cold enough to explain that blast of ice.

Hmmm... Billy, if you're here, you might want to take


a hike...now before my guest today arrives. I guarantee she will

melt your chill right out of you and then what? What happens to a

ghost who loses his chill?

Gonna stick around huh...well don't say I didn't warn you...

My guest today is one of the central stars of L.J. and Kat Holmes' first collaborative Muse Book,



HER LAST DAY. I have admit it took a LOT to get my guest to come and sit still for this interview...you have no idea the logistics we battled with...But allow me to introduce Su. Many of you know her as

Mount Vesuvius but she likes to be called Su. Welcome Su.

A huge

belch erupts from Su's mouth she qucikly and with an embarrassed flush covers.

Su: Please forgive me. I had a bit of the

Blue Ridge Mountains for lunch and now I've got a bit of indigestion.

L.J.: Sorry to hear that.

Su: Yeah...it's a pain in my

magma chamber I can tell you. When that stuff gets riled look out!

L.J.: So I've heard. Su you asked to be here...getting you here proved challenging, but now that you're here can you tell my readers why it was so important?
Su: We have an

underground network that lets us know when there are rumblings about us and I heard that you and your daughter were churning up issues about something I did a very LOOOONNNNNGGGG time ago. So I wanted to come and tell y 'all the truth.

L.J.: (Shaking my head I look into her fiery center.) You didn't bury Pompeii

Su: Oh yeah! Course I did. but



L.J.: YOU erupted but it wasn't your fault?

Su: Of course not. I'd been building up a case of indigestion for well

Think about it...year after year my kind keep gnawing on the earth's mantle with no way to...you know relieve ourselves. It's not like there's a

bathroom we can hop over to, toss our cookies, or relieve our angry guts like you humans do. What do you think you'd do if you couldn't high tail it to a bathroom when your innards are rumbling?

L.J.: I must admit I never looked at it that way.

Su: See...it really wasn't my fault.

L.J.: But your uhmmm spit-up killed one quarter of the people living in Pompeii at the time, not to mention those you killed in Herculaneum and Stabiae.

Su: When humans get drunk and then have to pull their cars over to toss their cookies on the roadside how many bugs do you think YOU kill?

L.J.: Hmmm A good point, Su.

Su: Of course it is. You look at what happened through the

eyes of a human, but for me it was nothing more than my gut needing relief. Do you think about the bugs on the ground you

barf onto when relieving your guts? Of course you don't. All you think about is your need for relief. That's all I was thinking about...and you know it's not like I didn't give those foolish Pompeiians plenty of warning. How many times did I shake the ground when I was trying to find a comfortable position to ease the pressure in my gut?

L.J.: As I recall a lot.

Su: Damned straight! I didn't WANT to empty my sour belly onto those people, but when you gotta toss your cookies, you gotta toss your cookies.

L.J.: I can't argue with that.

Su: You know it! But I will say the rumblings I've heard about
HER LAST DAY are accurate and excellent. Makes me wish I had eyes so I could kick back and read it. You humans are lucky that way. All I can do is sit over there in Italy and continually munch on the

mantle. Which, by the way, is one reason I was glad you accepted my request to come here and be interviewed by you. It's breaking the monotony.

L.J.: Have you been enjoying yourself, Su?

Su: For the most part. I discovered there some metal contraptions attached to your Blue Ridge Mountains I've never tasted before. Sorta tastes like corn,

 but different. Made me a bit woosy so I scampered over to your Atlantic and left some of my cookies in your ocean. Figured you'd appreciate me not burying one of your port cities.

L.J.: Yes. Thank you Su. Not sure how I'd explain you being here to my government.

Su: Yeah...for some reason I seem to upset governments.

L.J. : Is there anything more you want us to know Su.

Su: Actually it's more of a question I have for you. You humans visit us and climb up to

yell down at us, so tell me, are you asking us to belch at you? I'm very confused by that. On the one hand you're upset I buried Pompeii when I had indigestion, but you trek up my sides and yell into my center like you want me to belch again. What is that all about?

L.J.: Uhmm I'm not sure I know how best to explain that, except it's humans tempting the

Fates and hoping the Fates aren't really listening.

Su: (letting out a puff of smoke.) Well, that's just plain stupid.

L.J.: Yes, it is. I see by the

clock on the wall our time is just about up. Is there any last thing you want to share with my readers?

Su: Yes. As one of the stars of HER LAST DAY I think they should all rush to their nearest e-book seller and buy a copy. It's a great story. Just remember it was NOT my fault.

And there you have it...the very first AMERICAN visit from Mount Vesuvius...and as she said

HER LAST DAY is a book you really can't pass up.

I want to thank Su...and Billy I think that puts Kat and I

on you. I don't recall YOU ever interviewing a temporarily dormant volcano.

HER LAST DAY is available at Muse It Up Publishing, Inc where the best of e-books take their first bows.

Friday, September 14, 2012

THE LIGHTHOUSE by Kat Holmes is FREE tomorrow

AND Sunday.

Get your

FREE copy of AWARD WINNING Author Kat Holmes' debut Mystery Suspense Romance

THE LIGHTHOUSE...

You cannot BEAT that deal. Where else could you get a persistent ghost, a sexy sheriff, a beautiful heroine, and a diabolical murderer all in the same place...and for FREE?

This book, already a

Preditor's and Editors 2011 award winner, and a 2011

PEARL nominee will take you for a delicious ride as you pit yourself against the twists and turns Kat Holmes has woven into this story.

So remember to go into AMAZON.COM tomorrow or Sunday and snatch up THE LIGHTHOUSE...you will be glad you did!

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WE COME TOGETHER AS ONE (PART TWO)

It HAS been a long time since our debut posting...and Kat and I were neck to neck with her book,

The LIGHTHOUSE and my book

SANTA IS A LADY...

However, I have to give Kat Holmes, my most gifted daughter, extra points...her book is now available as BOTH e-book AND print. My SANTA IS A LADY is still only available as an e-book...but there are rumors it may be available just in time for THIS Christmas' gift giving in print as well...Still my daughter is a point ahead of me, L.J. Holmes.

It's time to move on to the next round of our books...

First MINE...it debuted in February 2011...and it's a short story but with one BIG surprising ending that leaves everyone shaking their heads long after they finished reading it...or so they've told me.

Allow me to introduce

FOREVER WITH YOU.

A Short Story by: L.J. Holmes
Genre: Contemporary Romance Erotica - Naughty but Nice!
Release: February 2011
Editor: Carrie RO
Line editor: Antonia Tiranth
Cover artist: Delilah K. Stephans
Word count: 3912
Pages: 19
ISBN: 978-1-926931-37-1
E-book price: $1.99
Warning: This has SOME sexual mild sexual content.
Blurb:
Coryne reluctantly hired, for her own peace of mind, the all too handsome Keith Patterson and his crew to build a very special house on her time limits.
Moving a small camper trailer to the site, Coryne keeps a close eye on the progress. Problem with that is she also is forced to be in close proximity to that very handsome, all too deliciously seductive Keith Patterson.

Resisting him is a full time job, and one she would have had enough trouble handling, but he made it harder because he let her know he was not at all adverse to the temptation she poses. She must resist...mustn't she?

Follow Coryne and Keith right to the very surprising ending and Coryne's "Forever With You" moment.
Excerpt: 
She lifted her tank top over her head and her full breasts puckered and tightened in the light breeze playing through the trees. The biker shorts, hugging her womanly curves, and her lacy, blue panties followed, as did the band in her hair and the sandals on her feet.
Gracefully, she dove deeply into the cold mountain water. Her whole body tingled. She loved swimming. In the city she’d been forced to always go somewhere where she was required to wear some form of suit. But here, there were no neighbors to be incensed by her boldness, nor any dirty, old men drooling over the slightest hint of her ripened cleavage.
She swam with vigor, stretching her body to its limits before turning over to float and indulge in some mindless woolgathering, her wet, black hair fanned out around her.
Reviews: I came to know Coryne intimately through her thoughts. Ms Holmes reaches inside her character to provide the reader with a deep insight into what drives this woman. With no need to work for money, Coryne shows her compassionate side as she puts her extensive legal training into representing battered women and their children. Sue Book Reviews - READ FULL REVIEW
You’d be forgiven, when reading Forever With You, that it’s “just another romance book”. Well, think again. Yes, it follows the great pattern of woman meets man, woman is attracted to man, man reciprocates the feelings, but with a twist at the end that you won’t see coming. Upon reading this twist, I was thrown into Question Land after a whispered “Oh!” came out of me because I was shocked at the book even having a twist. -Miz Love Loves Books - 5/5 review - READ FULL REVIEW
Ms. Holmes pulls from a believable relationship situation and creates an interesting, heart-touching story. She glides the reader along in the story through Coryne’s eyes, and it all comes together in a satisfying twist-of-fate ending. Beautiful! Kay Dee Royal review READ FULL REVIEW
This short story is only nineteen pages long, but those pages will keep you on the edge of your seat wondering why Coryne is so resistant to Keith’s charm and availability and how he will break down her walls. I highly recommend this entertaining and surprising read. Rochelle Weber review...READ FULL REVIEW

MEET THE AUTHOR




In March 2011 I also released another semi-full length novel called

THE PENDULUM SWINGS. This is my first fantasy...and Time Travel...sort of and this means I'm ahead, right? And it does have a really amorous fireplace to warm and titillate the cockles of the sexiest of men.

Author: L.J. Holmes
Genre: Time Travel Fantasy Romance Erotica
Release: March 2011
Editor: Carrie RO
Line Editor: Greta Gunselman
Cover Artist: Delilah K. Stephans
Word count: 17901
Pages: 59
ISBN: 978-1-926931-40-1
Price: $3.50
Warning: Adult Content
Blurb:
When you wake up in a strange room, that's bad, but when you wake up in a strange body, time, and everyone hates you, that's REALLY bad...and terrifying.
What do you do when your last memory is being skewered to death and your next is waking up in the body of another, thousands of years in the future?
You set out to be yourself and win over these future beings of course, because for some reason, the gods of your time have decided this is where you are supposed to live out the rest of your life.
Follow Siri as she belly dances, laughs, and teases her way through the distrust of the woman whose body she now inhabits, turning an entire household of haters into her staunchest fans...except for him. Can she win him over, or is he determined to only see the shell of who she used to be?
Excerpt:
Jason lifted the bottle from the bottom drawer, twisted the top open, placed it to his lips and chugged. The liquid, nasty and foul tasting, burned a long path all the way into his stomach. There it formed a blazing ball of misery, so Jason chugged again and slipped into the blood red leather chair, propped his feet up, and tipped the bottle back again.
As the warmth in his stomach radiated, his nerves began to settle and his words came back in bold detail.
Oh God, he thought, snapping his feet back to the floor. He told Siri he was filing for a divorce in the morning.
I don’t want to file for divorce—do I? Not yet! Later, most definitely, but not yet!
That’s ridiculous! I should get a divorce now. Wouldn’t it be better to cut my losses and get on with my life?
Losses…Mandi…
Despite his threat, he knew he didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of winning custody of his beloved daughter. Once Joanna’s memory returned, she’d have him for fraud and anything else her evil little mind could come up with if he took her daughter.
Until her accident he wouldn’t have thought Mandi meant anything to Joanna, but  Siri, could not be a more loving, attentive mother.
Where did that leave him? Right here, if he wanted to be.
It was quite obvious Siri didn’t want him to leave. In fact, it was quite obvious Siri wanted him. God, she went up like a Roman candle in his arms.
So why am I down here drowning my sorrows in a bottle of Irish mash? Why not upstairs buried deeply inside Siri’s volatile heat?
Cause I’m an ass.
A lesser man would have taken all Siri offered. It didn’t mean he had to commit to her. But as long as he was the husband, wasn’t he entitled to the fruits of his wife’s bounty?
Absolutely.
He could see no reason to be locked in this awful room, pickling his innards in 120-proof grain alcohol when his body was strung tighter than a hot wire.
He’d played the good husband long enough. It was time he got his. Dammit, she owes me.
He’d been incredibly loyal to the heartless wench.
Jason set the bottle down with more vigor than finesse. It caught the edge of the desk, tipped over, and sloshed all over the side of the desk onto the thick sponge of the imported carpeting.
Joanna was going to have his hide. In that case, maybe he should just have hers first.
Righteously, Jason stumbled to his feet and tried to stand straight. The floor was drunk.
“Can’t handle your mash!” he accused the spreading stain. “Shame on you.”
Teetering against the rolling of the boozing floor, Jason managed, with much effort, to reach the door, but the stubborn thing refused to open. He dropped to the floor staring perplexed at the offending doorknob.
“Wanna keep me in here just in case the floor ties one on?” he asked the door. He turned his head and waited, but the door remained silent. “Not gonna answer!” He looked around the room, zeroing in on the mantle. Maybe there was a secret panel leading directly to milady’s boudoir. He’d read plenty of adventure stories when he was a kid, and there was always a secret passageway between the study and the lady-of-the-manor’s bedroom. Wasn’t Joanna’s great-great-great-great-whatever a pirate? Anthony Moore would have sunk the ship, but the great-great…now there was a brigand.
No self respecting brigand would have built a study without a secret passageway.
Jason stumbled back to his feet. The walls were crooked. Glancing back at the floor, he scolded the floor for feeding its mash to the walls, too. “Bad enough you had to sink into the pits of intoxication, you had to take the walls with you. You’re not nice Mr. Aubusson.”
The carpet ignored his rebuke, and the mantle seemed an awfully long way away. Either that or he was taking baby-steps, and for the life of him he couldn’t think why he would be doing that. Any more than he could figure out why the mantle curtsied for him. “What is this?” he drawled. “Don’t tell me now you want to dance?”
He stumbled over his own feet, reached out and caught the mantle ledge “I don’t think this is the right position for belly dancing, but hell, I’m game.”
The mantle dipped, swung, and spun him around until he felt quite dizzy. “Look Old Girl,” he said to the mantle’s carved trim, “this has been fun, but I’ve got to find that passageway. Don’t suppose you’d care to save me from tripping my fingers all over you by telling me where to look?”
The mantle remained stubbornly mute.

 MOVING ON:

I have to be fair here and tell you all, Kat's writings are usually fuller of body because she creates mini-epics compared to my little short stories...and she did not disappoint with her amazing April 2011 release

FROZEN.

Here Kat created an entire world that lives in perpetual ice, with its own god Tichi and goddess queen Awni. Into this strange world, a man from our world is swepy by circling lights and dumped, knee deep in a snow drift so out of time and place, he's barely able to snort when rogh hands snatch him and dump him...in of all places...a castle dungeon?.

Book One in the Artica Lights series
Author: Kat Holmes
Genre: Paranormal  Romance Erotica
Release:April 2011
Editor: Carrie RO
Line editor: Greta Gunselman
Cover artist: Delilah K. Stephans
Word count: 21741
Pages: 64
ISBN: 978-1-926931-46-3
Price: $3.50
Blurb:
Brent Larkin came to Antarctica to study penguins. He didn’t come looking for either adventure or romance. But when a freak storm blows in and he loses his way, that’s exactly what he gets. Attacked by some bobbing lights, he suddenly finds himself in a wintry forest surrounded by men with swords pointed at him. The next thing he knows he’s in a dungeon and chained to the wall.
Awni is the queen of Artica, a land of eternal winter. The daughter of a god, Awni’s cursed to never know the touch of another. Her icy skin is death for anyone who dares to touch her flesh. But, when a mysterious stranger shows up in her lands, she finds herself drawn to him. Eager to learn about his world, she invites him to spend time with her only to be shocked when he touches her and doesn’t freeze to death.
But Artica is a land ruled by tradition. Though she longs to keep Brent with her, the laws of the land force her to send him home. But without him, both she and the land begin to suffer. Now, Awni is facing the same peril as one of her ancestors. And if she perishes like her ancestor did, all of Artica will pay the price. Can Brent, returned to his own world, somehow find his way back and save her before all is lost?
Excerpt:
Groaning, Awni stood and stretched. Her muscles had tightened during the course of the meal. She picked up her glass and walked over to the balcony, but left the door closed. Brent wasn’t dressed for the outdoors.
“Come here, I want to show you something.”
Groaning, she guessed at his own stiff muscles, Brent got up and walked over to where she was. She pointed outside.
“This is Artica. Isn’t she beautiful?”
Awni held her breath as he took in the view. For some reason, his answer was very important to her. She watched as his eyes widened and he looked out in amazement.
“I didn’t get to see any of this when I first got here, but it’s stunning. You have hills, and forests, and plenty of animals who seem to like the cold weather.”
She smiled. “Yes, this land has been blessed. Life thrives here, and the beauty is unspoiled. It is home.”
He turned to say something to her, but his jacket caught on a hook on the wall and, suddenly, he lost his footing. He fell forward and warm male flesh met her cold, deadly skin. Awni jerked away in horror, causing him to hit the ground hard, and waited for him to turn to ice. She waited…and waited.
Looking down at him as he rubbed his elbow, she gasped. “What in the world? You should be dead!”
So...count-wise I, L.J. Holmes, am ahead with THREE BOOKS:


1.) SANTA IS A LADY



2.) FOREVER WITH YOU


3.) THE PENDULUM SWINGS

to Kat's


1.) THE LIGHTHOUSE


2.) FROZEN

BUT...Kat has her first book in BOTH e-book AND PRINT format...so that SHOULD count as TWO books...right...meaning we STILL Are tied!


YEAH FOR THE HOLMES GIRLS, L.J. Holmes and Kat Holmes...

Shakespeare, you old dude you...you need to shake off your years of moldering...because we plan to OVERTAKE your record...count on it!