Release Day! Woohoo!

My Mom's time travel novel The Pendulum Swings is now available through MuseItHot Publishing Inc. Go here to get your very own copy. And here's a brief 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 see only the shell of who she used to be?

Don't miss your chance to read this great story. The Pendulum Swings is now available!

Roseanne Dowell Will Be Chatting!

And I fully intend to grill her tonight on my Blog Talk Radio show at 6 pm est. She'll be discussing Stranger On The Shore, the fabulous book she has releasing from Muse It Publishing Inc. tomorrow, March 1st. Join us in the chat room at www.blogtalkradio.com/katholmes1212 or call in directly. The number is 619-393-6798. I hope to see you all tonight.:-)

Roseanne Dowell's Character Is Touring!

I am so pleased to have her here today discussing her upcoming release, Stranger On The Shore. So without further ado, I turn the floor over to her.



First off, let me introduce myself. I’m Jordan Blake, author and heroine of Stranger on the Shore. Yes, like my creator, I’m an author and a very successful one, I might add. I’ve lived on the shores of Lake Erie for several years. Okay, three years, since my divorce. And I was quite content.


I lived alone, which suited me just fine. I didn’t have to answer to anyone, and no one answered to me. I ate when I wanted, slept when I wanted and wrote whenever I felt like it, often late into the night. I wasn’t keeping anyone awake and no one was waiting for me to come to bed.

I was happy and quite content with my life. At least I was until that cold October day when an early snow storm blew in off the lake. Nothing worse than lake effect snow, and this one was a doozy.

There I was minding my own business, securing cushions and patio furniture in preparation for a storm that was moving in way too quick, when I caught sight of something washed up on the shoreline.

Well, curious as I am, I had to investigate. Besides, it did look like a body and if someone needed help, far be it from me to ignore. Well, I was right; it was a body, thankfully alive. The thought of spending time with a corpse didn’t exactly enthuse me. I mean seriously, can you picture being stranded in a snow storm with a dead body. I mean I couldn’t have left it outside, not that it would have known.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter because this guy was alive, though not kicking. Nope he was out of it. If you could have seen me trying to move this six foot God knows how many inches, at least 190 maybe more pounds of muscle off the rocks, you probably would have died laughing.

I laugh myself when I think of it now, but at the time it wasn’t funny. For starters, the icy waves lashed out at both of us. He was unconscious, dead weight and soaking wet. Of course the rain started and that didn’t help and I don’t mean just rain, more like a torrential downpour. There I was, all five foot two of me in a sweatshirt, soaking wet trying to move this hunk. I did manage to move him. Little by little, I rolled him toward my house and managed to get him up on the deck. Wind whipped through my hair and rain quickly turned to freezing rain pellets that stung my arms even through my shirt..

Let me tell you, it wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Would I do it again? Probably, cause that’s the kind of person I am.

If you want to know what happened after I got this hunk into my house, you’ll have to read it.



Stranger on the Shore will be released in March 2011 at Muse It Up Publishing http://bit.ly/dM2bHA .

It's Coming!

It's circling ready to attack just like a shark about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. What is it? When is it coming? Both good questions. Soon is all I can say. It's coming soon. Get ready for it!

We're Tag Teaming & Setting The World On Fire!

Mom and I will be guesting on Barbara Ehrentreu's BTR show today at 4 pm EST. Go to her show's website to join in the chat or call the dial in number to speak with us. This should be lots of fun.



http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rrradio/2011/02/24/rrwl-tales-from-the-pages


Call-in Number: (646) 595-4478

Redesigned!

I'm so pleased with this. I redesigned my website template and I'd love to know what everyone thinks of it. Click here to go to my website.

Also, on March 10th I will be a stopover point on a virtual tour for the release of Blood Smoke And Mirrors by Robyn Bachar. I hope you'll visit and join in the fun.

Three Wicked Writers!

I'm over at their blog today and I'm discussing the joys of writing, and the further I get into it the less time I have to read. I hope you'll join me today. I look forward to seeing you there.
http://threewickedwriters.blogspot.com/2011/02/writers-when-do-you-find-time-to-read.html

Join Me Tomorrow!

For an all day chat at Coffee Time Romance. The topic of the day? Erotica Vs. Porn. It'll be a day of discussion, fun and yes, even a contest to boot. So I hope you'll be there. You'll have to join the chat loop to participate, but it's free.:-) See you all tomorrow.


http://groups.yahoo.com/group/karendevinkaren/

Happy Valentine's Day!

I hope you all have a wonderful day filled with romance, joy and lots of fun. And of course...chocolate.:-) Happy Valentine's Day everyone.

His Name is MICHAEL

Kat,

my charming, prolific, and exceptionally gorgeous

bubble blowing daughter, has asked me to invite

 MICHAEL the Butler from the Moore-Reed Estate here and turn him over to the dubious skills of  The Nana Wattanaught Review.

Michael is one of the co-stars of my March 1st release, The Pendulum Swings, and he's hotter than

jalapenos but was stuffier than my nose


during allergy seasons...which of late is year round. The Pendulum Swings is being released from the Muse It Hot Side

of the Muse Publishing House; ably helmed by Canada's premier answer to E-Publishing, Award Winning Lea Schizas.

When I first met Michael, there's no way he would have agreed to come here and share his thoughts. He was far too

UPPER CRUST for such frivolities. (You should know Michael was born and raised in the Mecca of Superior Right-ness, Poughkeepsi, New York. Not the farthest point on the globe from the birthplace of

STIFFER THAN A FIREPLACE POKER elegance, but you'd never have gotten the Michael I first met to admit that...or come here.)

Michael had a pole going up his butt so high you could actually see it when you looked into his eyes.


Until the lady of the house came home and blew the staunchiness right out of the whole household and everyone that lived there.

Michael can now be seen wearing things like

Dashiki's and something called

a Schenti.

Here comes Nana, so let me slip up to the Green Room so Nana can do her thing.

I am Nana Wattanaught, ace chronicler from the Nana Wattanaught Review. Join me in welcoming the incomparable butler from the Moore-Reed household, Michael.

Michael I want to thank you for coming in and sharing some of your thoughts and insights with us this evening. Let's get started. What is it like being the head man in the Moore-Reed household?

That used to be a position of distinction, until Mrs. Moore...I will NOT call her Siri or Joanna out here. It wouldn't be "proper". Uhm, you aren't going to tell Mrs. Reed that I said that are you?

Are you afraid of Joanna Moore-Reed? For those of you tuning in for the first time, and God knows where you've been if that is the case, Joanna Moore-Reed who is calling herself 'Siri' Moore-Reed since her accident months ago, is the CEO of the Moore Foundation. Michael here,  is her household CEO, her butler. To repeat my question Michael, are you afraid of Mrs. Reed?

"Good Heavens, No! But I AM a butler! It just is not proper to call Mrs. Reed by her given name out here in public. Decorum is still important."

And yet my sources tell me all formality, class distinction between your staff and the Moore-Reed family has disappeared. Is that true and how did that come to pass?

"You are all aware that Mrs. Reed was in a serious accident over a year ago now. None of us knows what happened to her, but the Joanna Moore-Reed that went into the hospital is not the Joanna Moore-Reed that came out of the hospital.

She changed. Big time. It began from the moment she stepped back inside the estate. She no longer could tolerate the fine designer clothes that had been the center of her world pre-accident. It was almost as if the very presence of anything connected to high fashion made her skin itch."

Joanna Moore-Reed, the queen of local social circles, forerunner for fashionista of the East and West coasts, hated her designer clothes?

"It was astonishing to us too. She began wearing these skimpy little things, little more than craftily folded bed sheets, but less, a LOT less. Sometimes she made it really HARD to be around her.

"But she didn't stop with just redesigning her own wardrobe. She determined it would make her itch almost as much if she had to see US wearing anything but comfortable clothes, like Dashikis and these things ancient Egyptian men wore, women wore them too, but we don't want to talk about how revealing a female schenti is, so I'm just going to stick with the male version.


"It's scandalous enough, I can assure you. I mean "hello", where is a man supposed to...uhm hide himself?

Are you telling my audience that this NEW Joanna Moore-Reed wants you to...

"Lord No, Woman! That's insane. Our's is still a very proper house...well, we do a lot of belly dancing now." <chuckle> "I remember hunting high and low looking for ancient Egyptian music so Mrs. R. could teach the ladies on the staff and the Little Missy, how to do the exotic dance as it was taught, maybe still is, in Egypt.

"The Little Missy was so cute!"

Not everyone agrees that belly dancing and running around in nearly nothing is a good thing. I am sure you've seen these photos.

How do you respond to the critics that are jumping out of the woodwork to condemn this new Joanna-Siri Moore-Reed?

Michael's mouth tightens into a thin white line as he looks at the photos.

"These photos were taken by paparazzi skulking around hoping to cause as much grief as they possibly can. There is absolutely nothing wrong with a mother and daughter enjoying time creatively together, any more than I find anything wrong with Mrs. R. having the rest of us join in, learning something that has been around forever standing the test of time.

"I challenge the creepy crawlers that hovered in the trees like rabid squirrels aiming their telephoto lenses inside our windows, or the back yard to get those pictures.

"And for what? They make money off of selling other people's privacy! Disgraceful!

"To those who think Mrs. Reed is in any way harming that precious girl, I suggest they try belly dancing and maybe their jealousy will whittle away along with their spreading waistlines.

"I also suggest that anyone who wants the REAL story, go to the Muse It Hot Website and purchase The Pendulum Swings!

"THEN tell me there is something wrong with the way the Moore-Reed household is run!"

Michael pulled the microphone from his collar, tossed it onto the seat he'd risen from, gave a hardy sneer into the camera before marching off the set.

OKAY! Our guest, Michael, and darn, I never did get to ask him about where he really comes from, or what his last name is. He just stormed out of here, quite enraged.

Hmmm, makes one wonder if the proper Michael isn't a tad in love with Joanna Moore-Reed? And does Jason Reed know the butler is head-over-schenti for his wife?

Well it looks like we are going to have to wait until March 1st, 2011when Muse It Hot Publishing releases

The Pendulum Swings by prolific author

L.J. Holmes, and cover by the Muse Publishing's Cover Goddess,

Delilah K. Stephans to get answers to these questions. 

Until then this is Nana Wattanaught saying have a great night and come back next time when we seek out the truth of the OTHER love affair going on inside the Moore-Reed household between

Mr. Aubusson and the



Mahogany Door.

The Pendulum Swings, joins,

Santa Is A Lady, and

Forever With You, on L.J. Holmes' Muse Author Page, AND the Muse Bookstore on March 1, 2011

Two New Contracts!

I got the contracts for books four and five in my Gods At Work series. Crimson Waters will release April of 2012 and Dances At Dawn will release August of 2012. I'm celebrating here.:-)

Preditors & Editors

MuseItUp Publishing Inc. finished in 2nd place in the P&E poll. Go here to see their award and the awards for all the Muse winners. Our cover art goddess, Delilah finished in third place. And I am so excited my Mom's story Santa Is A Lady finished in 5th place!


Congrats to everyone at MuseItUp Publishing Inc. All totaled we took 20 awards. I am so proud of everyone!:-)