Sunday, May 21, 2017

I have a new day job!


I would love to hear what you have planned for the summer! Please leave a comment and let me know.

You can also find me on my Web site, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Google +, YouTube, Pinterest, Amazon, and Goodreads.  Please come and visit me on all of these places!

OHHHH, I forgot I have Mary's Book Group. We read a book and discuss it. We get together about every six weeks. It's fun. Please join us!

You may also want to meet other authors at the Utah Readers Luncheon!

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Mother's Day carried on

Good Morning! I'm a bit late with my post this week. I just plain ran out of time this weekend. Mother's day was full of cooking dinner and family. My kids as usual, spoiled me. Anyway, welcome to the garden, it's a bit rainy here so fill up your plates and pour yourself a beverage and find a seat in the Rose House.

I lost my mother over thirty years ago and I still miss her everyday. I thought in her honor I would carry on Mother's day. I'm going to tell you a couple of my favorite memories. She was a character. She loved April Fool's day, I'm not sure why. And bless her heart she always tried to fool us. The problem was, she'd do the same things every year. We always knew that we'd have hot dogs for lunch that day. Why? Because they were rubber. The first time we were surprised, but for the next several years, not so much. We were good sports and pretended. Poor dad, my mother never made him lunch, except... You got it, April Fools Day. She would put a piece of Saran Wrap in between two pieces of meet. That was mom!

She was an incredible pie baker. She had groups around the valley asking for her to come and demonstrate her crust. It was so flaky it melted in your mouth. Can I do that? No my pies are like filling between two hockey pucks. I have her famous Blackberry, Blueberry, Coconut Creme pie recipe. I was going to share it, but I was overwhelmed just reading it over. She was an incredible baker. Not only that she hand dipped cherry chocolates every Christmas. Mom had diabetes, so she couldn't eat all of her treats. No wonder I have a weight problem I had to eat everything.

I'm going to share one of her delicious easier recipes.

Marshmallow Chocolate Cookies.
Cream together: 1 cup butter and 1 cup Sugar
Add 1 egg and 1/2 tsp vanilla.

1/2 cup nuts (chopped)
2 cups flour
1/2 cup cocoa
1/2 tsp. Soda
1/2 tsp. Salt

Add these dry ingredients to the creamed mixture. **Bake 15 minutes on 350 degrees. Take out of oven and place 1/2 large marshmallow in center of each cookie. When cool top with chocolate frosting and place a nut on top.

**Dough is stiff - roll in hands by a tablespoon and smooth out and put on greased pan. Makes about 3 doz cookies.

What is a funny story about your mom?

Monday, May 08, 2017

Book Clubs... Yes or No?

Welcome to the Garden. I cannot believe it's May and getting close to summer. Wasn't it just yesterday that it was Christmas? It seems that time just flies. Anyway, grab some goodies and pour yourself your favorite beverage. Once you're seated let's discuss Book Clubs.

Are you in a book club? I had always wanted to belong to a book club. Alas, I was never invited so I decided to start my own book club and invited four non-writing friends, it's grown a bit, but we've been together for four years now.

As a writer it's been one of the most beneficial things I've done for my writing. I have a group of readers who tell it like it is, what they liked, what they didn't like. I've read books outside my comfort zone. Very good books that I would never have read otherwise.

It's also a lot of fun, good food, and good wine.

I've kept a Pinterest board of our books, I wanted to make sure we knew what we'd read. Also, I wanted to see what genre we favored. I'm not sure what the genre is, but our books are an eclectic mixture. From romance to horror, women's fiction to the classics. I can't say that I've enjoyed every book, but at least one person did out of the group each time. The books that everyone had different reactions too, had the best discussions.

I've also learned from these readers what absolutely not to do, and that is not to have a goal or point of the story. Make sure there is a reason for every scene. I found with these readers, if the author loses their reader's interest, then the book is set down and if it wasn't a book club book, it would not have been finished. Truth be told... sometimes they weren't finished.

I have had such fun and read such good books and had such success with my in-person book club, I have started an online book group. You're invited to join. We just started a new book. You can check it out here. The new book is: A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini We'll be meeting on 7:30 pm (MST) June 14 through June 15 7:30 pm (MST). We leave the discussion open for 24 hours to accommodate time zones. And I've started a Pinterest Board for the group also. 

Mary's Web site.

Monday, May 01, 2017

Guest Toni Sweeney

Welcome everyone. The garden is a little cool, so grab your goodies from the table and fill your glass with your favorite beverage. I have some heaters placed around to make sure everyone stay's warm. Please welcome Toni V. Sweeney.

Author Bio
Toni Sweeney was born in Georgia after the War between the States but before the Gulf War. Her writing career began during an extended convalescence following an automobile accident. Since her recovery, she has survived hurricanes in the South, tornados and snow-covered winters in the Midwestern United States and currently lives amid the sunshine, earthquakes, and forest fires of Orange County, California. She's now trying for her second 30 years as a resident of the Great Plains.

Currently, she reviews books for amazon and is also on the review staff of the New York Journal of Books and the Paranormal Romance Guild. She was recently named a Professional Reader by netgalley.com. She is also promotion manager for Class Act Books publishers. also writes Romances under the pseudonym Icy Snow Blackstone.

Her novels have received awards from 2010 onward from both Preditors & Editors and Paranormal Romance Guild. In 2008, her novel Earthman's Bride won 1st place in the Maryland Romance Writers' "Reveal Your Inner Vixen" Contest, and Icy Snow's Jericho Road placed 8th in the 1997 National Writers Novel Writing as well as 2nd in the Paranormal Romance Guild's Reviewer's Choice award in 2012. In 2014, her western NEBRASKA: Vengeance from Eden was voted #1 in General Genre by Preditors & Editors Readers Poll, and the romantic suspense novel Tuesday's Child was voted best in contemporary romance by Paranormal Romance Guild's Reviewer's Choice. In 2015, NEBRASKA: Walk the Shadow Trail was voted 1st in Historical Romance by PRG, and her Western novel the Man from Tipperary finished in the Top Ten in General Genre in the 2016 Preditors & Editors Readers Choice awards.

Thinking Outside the Box and into Editing Trouble

There’s one thing more than any other that’s influenced the way my books are constructed, something people have come to call my “style.” I suppose I’m a child of my time…and my time was the early 50’s, when moving pictures were the most popular form of entertainment before the Boob Tube usurped it.

In those days, there were not only dramas and westerns but sweeping epics of adventure, costume tales of pirates, Robin Hood, the Scarlet Pimpernel, rogues and rascals, and villains. Nowadays, you rarely see those, except for an occasional Indiana Jones rip-off or something ike Game of Thrones, or if Cinemax steps in with The Borgias. It was the time of Frank Yerby, Samuel Shellabarger, Rafael Sabatini…men who wrote what would probably be termed the picaresque novel, tales of heroes conquering mountains and nations, and discovering new worlds simply because they were there, between bedding every viable female in sight. Their stories were made into Technicolor sagas enthralling this little viewer for hours (in those days, you could pay your money and stay in the theatre the entire day if you wished.) And when I began to write, I unconsciously patterned my stories after theirs.

My series The Adventures of Sinbad seems to mirror those stories enough that several readers have told me they “absolutely adore” my main character. I admit it’s easy to see him swinging across the deck of a ship, with dagger between his teeth while he hangs onto the heroine with one hand and a rope with the other, a la The Crimson Pirate. In fact, I think I had him do something almost like that in one story…

Sinbad’s current adventure is in combat. The title is Sinbad’s War, and it reflects what happens when planets are invaded and the galaxy retaliates. It would be Pearl Harbor, In Harm’s Way, or The Winds of War, SciFi-style. It delves into the lives of a family caught up in the war, and what happens to the women they love.

In telling my tales of adventure, romance, violence, danger, and—on occasion—lust, I harken back to those days in those darkened theatres as I shoveled in the popcorn while my eyes were glued to that silver-beaded screen. Good or bad, that’s just the way my mine works, and so far, it’s successful. The results are, in several reviewers’ opinions, “readable and enjoyable tales…outside the box”…which I owe to two things: my imagination and those childhood entertainments.

And then television came along…and opened the box even wider…

More about Toni at:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tvsweeney
Amazon Author’s Page: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B002BLQBB8
MySpace: https://myspace.com/tvsweeney
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/dashboard
Twitter: @ToniVSweeney

Blurb:
Sinbad sh’en Singh, smuggler-turned-shipping magnate, has become quite the family man, knee-deep
in offspring and complacent with his life...but Fate is about to interfere...

Terra is again at another war, attacked by the Severani, members of an aggressively militant planet daring to challenge the Federation.

That was the enemy's first mistake.

Bombardment of other Federation planets follow...then they invade Felida, and among the casualties are the people Sin holds most dear...

...and that is mistake Number Two.

The hostile Severani are about to discover there’s nothing quite so dangerous as a Felidan who’s lost his mate...especially if his name's Sinbad sh'en Singh.

Excerpt from Sinbad’s War:
The young man jumped to his feet, staring at the tall figure who stopped, looking down at him. V Nils Van Lewen considered himself tall, but the man coming through the door was a giant. He was also the first Felidan Nils had ever seen. The captain of the transport ship bringing him to Felida was Arcanian and the man meeting the shuttle had been Terran, introducing himself as Alda March, sh’en Singh Shipping’s Operations Chief. He knew the owner of the shipping line was half-Terran and expected someone looking like himself, but nothing had prepared him for this…

The creature said, “I’m Sinbad sh’en Singh. You wanted to see me?”

Nils stared up at him, noting the black leather trousers, boots, and vest, and the blazing white shirt. He remembered how March was dressed in soft Felidan robes.

Before he realized it, he stuttered, like a fool, “G-God, you’re tall!”

More than once he’d used his own height to intimidate someone and now he knew how that felt.

“We all are.”

A slight smile touched the giant’s mouth, revealing another shock.

Pointed canines.

He leaned against the desk, arms crossed over his chest. “What do you want…” Green eyes flicked to the insignia on his right shoulder. “…captain?”

Good God, they looked like a cat’s. The young man’s thoughts were a jumble.

“Van Lewen…Nils Van Lewen, Captain, Federation Armed Services.”

Thank God, he sounds like a Terran, speaks Inglaterre well, too. No accent at all.

“I don’t want to seem rude, but I’ve a business to run. I’d appreciate it if you’d state your purpose in being here so I can get back to it.” Sin stared at Nils expectantly.

Nils stared back.

“Well?” There was a hint of impatience in the deep voice.

“I’m sorry, but I was told you were paraplegic,” the young officer began, then shook his head as he realized the statement came out sounding like an accusation.

His assignment seemed so easy. Go to Felida, talk to the invalid owner of sh’en Singh Shipping, an old man partially paralyzed, dazzle him with Federation authority. Already nothing was going as it should.

“You are Andrew Malcom McAllister? Sinbad sh’en Singh?”

“I am,” Sin answered, a little brusquely. “And all that moving around you’ve witnessed is merely the work of a very finely-programmed micro-computer implant.”

For another minute Nils continued staring before bursting into explanation. “I’m going to get right to the point, Mr. McAllis…uh…sh’en Singh…sir.”

“I’m waiting.” Sin didn’t hide his sarcasm.

“Terra’s at war.”

“Am I supposed to be surprised? What else is new?” Sin shrugged. “Who’s the unlucky aggressor this time?”

“A planet called Severan.” Nils ignored his sarcasm.

“Never heard of it.”

“Not many people have. It’s a small world in the Drexus Cluster. A petty bunch of blackbirders barely surviving in the slave trade until about fifty years ago, when a dissident faction overthrew the emperor and set about establishing a military-controlled planet.”

“And they’ve been stupid enough to attack Terra? I doubt Earth attacked them.” Sin went on, before Nils could answer. “Tell me, has there ever been a conflict in which Earth was the aggressor? Still, fifty years isn’t long enough to get the military power to attack a planet that size.”

“That’s what the Federation thought when it was told a fleet of Severani warships were headed toward Terra, but they were wrong.” Nils shook his head. He got to his feet again. “The Severanis have devoted themselves entirely to building up their armed forces, sacrificing public welfare and natural resources to achieve their goal…and they succeeded. The attack on Earth was not only successful, but there was a sixty-five percent destruction rate in the areas hit and a severe loss of life. They fire-strafed both coasts. If the Federation hadn’t had that brief warning of the attack, the war might’ve been lost and won right then.” He shuddered.

“Damn.” Sin breathed the word. “I never thought I’d hear anyone say that. But they retaliated?”

“Of course, what else could they do?”

“Of course.” Once more that ironic tone.

“Nevertheless, this fight’s going to be a bad one. The Severanis are well-trained, dedicated, and fanatical in sacrificing for the Mother Planet.”

“This is all very interesting, Captain Van Lewen.” Sin went around the desk, dropping into the chair behind it. He frowned at the look of wonder still lingering in the young man’s eyes. “But what exactly does it have to do with me and mine?”

“The Fed’s sending officers like myself to members of the Federation, setting up enlistment stations.”

“I see.” Those two words weren’t encouraging.

“We’re going to need all the man-power we can get for this one. If we don’t get volunteers, we’ll have to start inductions, and they don’t want to do that. We haven’t had a true draft in three hundred years.” He carefully omitted mentioning the conscription in effect during the Terro-Felidan War. “Quite frankly, with so many worlds involved, I doubt it could be effectively enforced.”

“You want to set up this enlistment station in Khurda?” Sin struggled to glean information from what Van Lewen wasn’t saying.

The young man nodded.

“Why come to me?” Sin spread his hands. “I’m merely a humble merchant. You should be talking to the emperor.”

“I have, sir, or at least his representative. Before I landed. His Excellency gave his permission, but told me since Khurda, as the largest pride on Felida, was chosen as the site, I had to get the Pride Chief’s permission also. You’re anything but a humble merchant, sir.” And you damn well know it, Nils thought.

Sinbad’s slight smile said so.

“So, here I am,” Nils finished.

“I’ve very little love for the Federation, Captain Van Lewen, and consider myself having no loyalty to it, either.” His answer was short and sharp. “This business now called sh’en Singh Shipping was originally a smuggling operation illegally supplying goods while we thumbed our noses at the Fed as we did it.”

“I’m aware of that, sir.”

Damn, the kid’s so polite, I want to deck him. How can I continue being rude to someone sounding so respectful?

“We…” Van Lewen’s expression changed to one of absolute terror. He swallowed convulsively and cleared his throat. “We were hoping you’d volunteer your ships, sir.” It came out in a near-whisper.

“My ships?” Sin’s exclamation exploded into the air.

Nils jumped, knowing his reaction wasn’t very officer-like. “Y-yes sir. You see, your darters are nothing more than modified Federation Thunderbolts, and your pilots are already combat-trained and if we had them…” Sin glared at him.

“…we wouldn’t have to waste time training a Felidan Defense Force…to…” His voice trailed away.

“A Felidan Defense Force.” Sin laughed. “Isn’t that contradictory? According to the Peace Proclamation between Terra and Felida, we aren’t allowed to have a defense force. I suppose technically, my having these darters to protect my cargo ships is also in violation of the Treaty.”

“That part of the Proclamation’s been amended, sir,” Nils answered.

Sin frowned. “And…?”

Nils shook his head as if he didn’t understand.

“…do I need to remind you Felida isn’t a member of the United Terran Federation?” Sin’s voice went bitter. “No animals are allowed.”

“A special act of the PanGalactic Congress was passed before I left Terra. It also revoked the Federation Edict declaring Felidans non-humans, giving them First Class citizenship and bringing Felida into membership.”

“That generous move wouldn’t be just to get my ships, would it? Well, you can’t have them.”

Realizing he was wringing his fingers in a completely unofficer-like manner, Nils looked down at them and forced their nervous movement to cease.

The Felidan stood up, towering over him again. His ears seemed to flatten slightly, eyes narrowing.

Nils wanted to cower against the wall, but managed to stand still. His reactions had probably already disgraced the Federation and the uniform he wore. He hoped he wasn’t about to void his bladder, too. He definitely felt weak in the belly-region. Trying to do so without being obvious, he pressed his thighs together, grateful his tunic-tail covered that area of his body.

“I’m overjoyed I’m now a true citizen of the Federation.” Sin’s reply was deep and sarcastic. “I’m certain my wife’ll be greatly relieved to know she’d no longer sleeping with an animal, but you aren’t getting my ships, Captain Van Lewen. You’re here on sufferance, so be thankful you’re being allowed to stay at all.”

Buy Links:
Publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/cat-romance/sinbad-s-war-detail
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071R9J4KH/
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/718489

Thank you, Toni, for visiting today. I hope you can visit again soon.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Mary Uncensored!

Welcome to the garden. Today I'm going to be me. So grab your plates and fill them with goodies, pour your favorite beverage and have a seat. Buckle in, it will be wild.




Goodreads Book Giveaway

Profit (Book V the Beckett Series) by Mary Martinez

Profit (Book V the Beckett Series)

by Mary Martinez

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Books:
2004
Diamond Affair - Not in publication at this time.

2005
Peek-a-Boo - Published with Champagne Books
Changed name to Watching Jenny 2010 BookStrand
Indie Published -Watching Jenny 2015  http://www.marymartinez.com/watching-jenny.html
Known as Blade with wild pink hair, tattoos and piercings, Jenny McGregor works to keep her life private. But her self-constructed barriers are breached after she receives flowers and threatening notes signed by ‘Runner’.

Desperate to stop the threat before she goes on tour, Jenny hires hunky Detective Dan Janson for protection. Unable to catch the stalker before the tour bus leaves, Dan is forced to stifle his attraction to Jenny. They’re carried along on a dangerous game of cat and mouse from San Diego to Memphis the city of Elvis and the blues. Each day the two draw closer together. When ‘Runner’ lures Jenny away from the tour, Dan’s forced to acknowledge he’s fallen in love with the feisty singer.

Hot on Jenny’s trail, Dan soon learns ‘Runner’ is not one of the usual suspects.

2006
Classic Murder: Mr. Romance
Chick Magnet
Romance and Misconception Contracted with Triskelion. 
2009 Contracted with BookStrand

Indie Published - Chick Magnet 2015 http://www.marymartinez.com/chick-magnet.html

Madison McCullough is recuperating from a broken heart. Her fiance hadn't really loved her, he had used her as a babysitter for his young son while he wined and dined other women.

Brady O'Neill is a Formula One race car driver recuperating from injuries from a near death accident and a broken heart. Brady's matchmaking sister believes her son to be a chick magnet and encourages Brady to take her son to the grocery store.

When Madison and Brady meet, oranges roll. Thanks to Payton, Brady's nephew. The first eye contact over the fruit table causes the air to sizzle. No matter how much Madison resists the attraction, the two are destined for each other.

Indie Published - Romance and Misconception 2015 http://www.marymartinez.com/romance-and-misconceptions.html
What happens when one small misconception changes the lives of six people? Oops, I mean seven; I keep forgetting little Abbie gets a dad.

Marnie and Melissa Hansen are identical twins, they are totally opposite of each other. Marnie loves anything artsy fartsy, dreams of marrying a passionate struggling artist someday, and she can't stand businessmen. She refers to them as suits, and she doesn't mean it as a compliment. Melissa on the other hand dreams of a family and a white picket fence. The American dream. Mostly she dreams of a future with her boss, David Bowman, who is most definitely a suit and does not want the American dream. Thank you very much!

Jared Collins is a friendly business rival of David's and they compete for many of the same accounts. When Jared's young, impressionable gardener, Shane, overhears a conversation, he decides he needs to take revenge on behalf of his boss. Shane's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he means well. That small misconception is what changes the lives of all of these people, including the beautiful caretaker of Jared's lodge and her daughter.

Indie Published - Classic Murder: Mr. Romance 2016 http://www.marymartinez.com/classic-
murder-mr-romance.html
Adam enjoys a lifestyle most men only dream of. Then one day he wakes up to find the morning headlines blaring, "Another victim falls prey to Mr. Romance. Who is next?" He suddenly realizes his way of life is not only frivolous, but deadly.

Dubbed Mr. Romance by New York society for his romantic adventures, Adam Fernando Russo loves women. But lately he realizes how lonely it is coming home to an empty house. Can he settle for only one woman? After he makes a list of qualities worthy enough to merit giving up his desirable existence, suddenly recipients of his coveted attention mysteriously fall prey to a murderer. The murders seem unrelated with one exception--all the victims have recently returned from a fabulous weekend rendezvous with Mr. Romance.

Adam’s assistant, Katie Sinclair, knows Adam is innocent with airtight alibis. The police are at a loss so Adam and Katie work together to discover the link between the murders. As luck would have it, their plan to prove the murderer is copying classic Cary Grant movies goes astray just as Adam realizes his perfect woman has been by his side all along.

Indie Published 2013
Disappear http://www.marymartinez.com/disappear.html
After two years undercover as an FBI agent to infiltrate a crime organization and discover the identity of a hit man, Tyler Beckett’s cover is blown. Tyler’s new assignment is to protect the only witness who can identify the mysterious killer. If only he didn’t find her so attractive. Each day it becomes harder to keep his objective, especially since he knows the interest is mutual.

Keira Cavanaugh is the only witness to a hit ordered by a crime boss.  The safe house is compromised and the same hit man shoots Tyler. Fearing Tyler is dead, Keira plans revenge on the crime organization. She must fake her own suicide in order to survive.

When Tyler discovers what Keira plans, he realizes he must stop her before he loses her for good.

Innocent http://www.marymartinez.com/innocent.html

All Jessica wants is a home and a family. So how did she suddenly find herself falsely accused of a felony and then kidnapped by a hit man?

Jessica Beckett loves her job teaching high school algebra. That is until Coach Brinley makes her life miserable because she actually has the audacity to fail his three staring football jocks. Maybe if they’d done their homework they would have passed. She refuses to be intimidated. He on the other hand refuses to admit defeat and manipulates the boys into accusing her of sex in exchange for passing grades.


Gabriel Despain loves his job as FBI agent. But falling for his partner’s sister has complicated a great partnership. It would be a lot easier to ignore his feelings if Jessica hadn't found herself in trouble. Now he must keep her safe. And if he can't remain objective, they both might get killed.

Quiet http://www.marymartinez.com/quiet.html
Christine Beckett’s dream of partnership in a prestigious New York City law firm has finally come to fruition. She has financial security, a loving family, and owns her home, why does she need a man?

Detective Solomon has worked with Tyler Beckett on several cases, he almost feels he is part of the Beckett clan. He considers them his good friends, except for Christine who seems to look down her professional nose at him.

Christine receives a threatening note and her townhouse echoes with mysterious cries in the night. That is when the handsome and irritating detective insists he temporarily move in to protect her. To add insult, it is with her family’s blessing.

Three Brides and a Dress (Formerly Three Weddings and a Dress) http://www.marymartinez.com/three-brides-and-a-dress.html
Hi, my name is Bella and I'm one of Heidi by Design signature creations. I'm a wedding dress. Someday I'll find a young bride with stars in her eyes and dreams of a future with her groom. I can imagine it now. The groom standing at the altar waiting, his gaze fixed to the door where his bride will appear and then walk toward him. I'll hug her curves and she'll shimmer and shine with the promise of what their life will be.

It all sounds simple and easy, doesn't it?

Wrong...

My journey is more of a zig zag than a top stitch along a straight seam as I search for the perfect bride who is my soul mate.

Indie Published 2014
Four Sisters http://www.marymartinez.com/four-sisters.html
The early sixties was a time of making love, not war. Kathleen finds love and starts a war with her family.

Four Sisters is a story rich in the relationships of Kathleen Williams' life. Kathleen discovers her sexuality in the sixties. She's different from other girls her age and afraid her sisters, especially her closest sister, Deborah, will never understand.

When Kathleen reveals her love for a woman, her worst fears are realized—she’s banished from her home and family.


Forty odd years later, Kathleen is diagnosed with a terminal illness. Susan, her lifelong partner, encourages her to make peace with her family. Kathleen's journey, now, includes rebuilding her relationship with her sisters and parents, as well as the battle of her life. Her only chance for peace is to find acceptance.

Indie Published 2016
Illusion http://www.marymartinez.com/illusion.html

Special Agent Reagan Beckett left Brooklyn for San Francisco ten years ago—and on bad terms with her family. When the World Banking Association (WBA), one of the biggest worldwide financial institutions, is targeted by domestic terrorists, Reagan is called to join the team with two others in New York City. Now she would be home for an extended visit.

Special Agent Paco Luis Perez has heard of the legendary Tyler Beckett and looks forward to working with the man on the assignment in New York. However, when he reads Beckett’s dossier on his flight from D.C., he discovers the Beckett he expected to meet isn’t Tyler.

NYPD Detective Spencer Alexander Williams III, a member of the gang terrorist task force, reluctantly agrees to consult on the domestic terrorist case as the local liaison. He has never liked working with a team; he learns more on his own. But they need his uncanny knack to anticipate the gang’s movements.

As soon as Reagan receives information on the assignment, she researches her new partners. But does she know enough to literally trust these men with her life?​

History Mysteries http://www.marymartinez.com/history-mysteries.html
Zeke Adams has mixed feelings about visiting his nana for the summer. On the one hand, he’ll get to see her and his two younger cousins, Nick and Bart, but then they’ll be stuck all summer in the small coastal town of Cliffdale, California—a place they all believe will be boring.

When the boys arrive, they ask Nana if they can ride their skateboards around town. Nana agrees as long as they stay away from the house next door. She explains that fifty years ago the owner, Albert Smith, arrived out of nowhere and bought the house, then disappeared just as mysteriously.

Despite Nana’s instructions to stay away from the house, Bart convinces his cousins it’s haunted, and they can’t resist exploring. They are determined to use their special gifts to discover what happened to Albert Smith….and while they are busy discovering, they find they have a lot in common with the people in Cliffdale. Gifts.

Indie Published 2017
Profit http://www.marymartinez.com/profit.html

Matt Beckett is the Chief Financial officer for World Banking Association (WBA). Over a year ago an agency known as the HEAD group tried to take over the WBA. Matt's sister, Reagan Beckett, a member of a Federal Special Task Force took out one of the key players, a serial killer known as the Headman. Now the founder of HEAD, Andrew Phillips, is back and ready to finish what he'd started with a new and dastardly key player from the Dark web.

Matt doesn’t have any desire to be involved in any cloak and dagger stuff. He’d rather leave that to the other law enforcement Beckett’s. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like he'll have a choice.

Bryn Connelly is the Chief Audit Executive also for the WBA. She had been one of the Headman's targets and thought her days of danger were over. However, she finds herself working with laid back Matt Beckett, much to her dismay.

Matt couldn’t be more delighted when Reagan informs him he'll be working the lovely Bryn. He’s been trying to catch her eye for five years, now. However, their sleuthing quickly lands them in a precarious position.

It’s up to Matt and Bryn to finish what Reagan and her team started, but can he win the lovely Bryn and save the day? Or will he lose her forever if the WBA falls into the wrong hands?

Coming soon:
Abandoned http://www.marymartinez.com/abandoned.html
Glenna Beckett loves her family dearly, but being the youngest of six can be overwhelming. Moving across country helped her learn who she was outside the family. She’s built a successful business in the form of a quaint shop on Main Street of Calistoga, that sells a bit of everything vintage, the new age term for antique. What more does she need?

Then he walked into her shop. International playboy, Lance Gordon. After a whirlwind courtship he asks her to marry him. Burying a niggle of doubt in the pit of her tummy, she says yes. He’s even agreed to have the wedding in Brooklyn so her family can attend. But he never arrives.


Glenna refused to believe she’d been abandoned at the altar and asks her brother, Tyler, to contact an agent friend on the West Coast to search for Lance.

Patrick McGinnis can’t believe he’s walking into a prissy shop in the high end of the Napa Valley searching for a missing groom. The bride, Glenna Beckett, is everything he feared, drop dead gorgeous, and a spoiled brat. Not that he’d ever tell her brother that. He hates wild goose chases, and this mission is exactly that. Patrick’s certain the playboy fiancé is off wooing some other delectable creature.

Unfortunately, once Patrick started to dig, he finds there’s more to the tale and it will take all his skills as an agent to keep Glenna safe. Especially when she fights him every step of the way.

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Monday, April 17, 2017

The Beckett's Blog Part IV

Welcome to the Garden, this is the part IV of the Beckett Blog series in honor of the release of Profit Book V of the series. If you've been here before you know the drill, grab a plate and fill it up with goodies and pour yourself your favorite beverage. Find a seat and let's start!

If you need to catch up:
The Beckett's Blog series part I: Where you'll hear about the Beckett's and Disappear (Book I) April 3, 2017 at Stanalei Fletcher

The Beckett's Blog series part II: Where you'll hear about Innocent (Book II) April 10, 2017 at Marie Higgins: I must be dreamingblog.

The Beckett's Blog series part III: Where you'll hear about Quiet (Book III) April 17, 2017 at Judy Baker
The Beckett’s have a strong sense of family and honor.
When one of their own is threatened, their bond is as strong as a badge of steel.


Illusion: Utopia the Beginning
Book IV The Beckett Series
Special Agent Reagan Beckett left Brooklyn for San Francisco ten years ago—and on bad terms with her family. When the World Banking Association (WBA), one of the biggest worldwide financial institutions, is targeted by domestic terrorists, Reagan is called to join the team with two others in New York City. Now she would be home for an extended visit.

Special Agent Paco Luis Perez has heard of the legendary Tyler Beckett and looks forward to working with the man on the assignment in New York. However, when he reads Beckett’s dossier on his flight from D.C., he discovers the Beckett he expected to meet isn’t Tyler.

NYPD Detective Spencer Alexander Williams III, a member of the gang terrorist task force, reluctantly agrees to consult on the domestic terrorist case as the local liaison. He has never liked working with a team; he learns more on his own. But they need his uncanny knack to anticipate the gang’s movements.

As soon as Reagan receives information on the assignment, she researches her new partners. But does she know enough to literally trust these men with her life?
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Profit: Utopia the Conclusion Available NOW!
Book V The Beckett Series
Matt Beckett is the Chief Financial officer for World Banking Association (WBA). Over a year ago an agency known as the HEAD group tried to take over the WBA. Matt's sister, Reagan Beckett, a member of a Federal Special Task Force took out one of the key players, a serial killer known as the Headman. Now the founder of HEAD, Andrew Phillips, is back and ready to finish what he'd started with a new and dastardly key player from the Dark web.

Matt doesn’t have any desire to be involved in any cloak and dagger stuff. He’d rather leave that to the other law enforcement Beckett’s. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like he'll have a choice.

Bryn Connelly is the Chief Audit Executive also for the WBA. She had been one of the Headman's targets and thought her days of danger were over. However, she finds herself working with laid back Matt Beckett, much to her dismay.

Matt couldn’t be more delighted when Reagan informs him he'll be working the lovely Bryn. He’s been trying to catch her eye for five years, now. However, their sleuthing quickly lands them in a precarious position.

It’s up to Matt and Bryn to finish what Reagan and her team started, but can he win the lovely Bryn and save the day? Or will he lose her forever if the WBA falls into the wrong hands?

I have fun things planned through out the month Please join me:
The Beckett's Blog series part I: Where you'll hear about the Beckett's and Disappear (Book I) April 3, 2017 at Stanalei Fletcher

The Beckett's Blog series part II: Where you'll hear about Innocent (Book II) April 10, 2017 at Marie Higgins: I must be dreaming blog.

The Beckett's Blog series part III: Where you'll hear about Quiet (Book III) April 17, 2017 at Judy Baker

The Beckett's Blog series part IV: Where you'll hear about Illusion (Book IV) and Profit (Book V) April 24, 2017 at Mary's Garden blog

Interview at The Write Way Cafe April 13, 2017.

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Mary's Book Group Open a book and embark on a new adventure!


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Monday, April 10, 2017

Tony-Paul de Vissage is in the Garden

Welcome to the garden. I would say that spring is here, however, in Utah it snowed. It looks like winter again. Fill your plates with goodies and pour a glass or cup of your favorite beverage. We're going to hang in the Rose room today. Please welcome Tony-Paul de Vissage, to the Garden.

About the Author:
A writer of French Huguenot extraction, one of Tony-Paul de Vissage’s first movie memories is of being six years old, viewing the old Universal horror flick, Dracula’s Daughter on television, and being scared sleepless—and he’s now paying back his very permissive parents by writing about the Undead.

How I was Conned into Writing A Novel and its Sequel
I wrote Absinthe on a dare. I was kicking back after completing my 8th novel and somehow the subject got around to how some writers change genres after many years of writing one kind…like Stephen King and his mysteries. My friend felt I should do the same.

Me? Oh,ha-ha… No.

It went something like this…

“You really ought to branch out a little, you know,” the lady said. “Tell a story about something other than vampires once in a while.”

“Oh?” I asked. “Like what? I’m open to suggestion, as long as it’s still in the realm of the supernatural.”

Too open. I’d be a good hypnotism victim.

“That covers a lot of territory.” She looked thoughtful. “How about a horror novel?”

“I write about vampires,” I reminded her. “I’d think that qualifies as enough horror right there.”

“Okay…historical then?” She wasn’t to be sidetracked. “A historical horror novel.”

“You mean like Frankenstein or something? I don’t know.” I envisioned a thick-paged tome whose weight could crack walnuts. “That’d probably involve a lot of research. You know I want everything to be as factually authentic as possible.”

I was beginning to regret letting the conversation go this far. I was happy writing vampire stories, so why change? Who brought up the subject, anyway? If it was I, I’d better watch what I said from now on.

“You need to have more variety,” she persisted. “Spice of Life and all that.”

“I don’t think switching genes was what whoever said that meant,” I protested. “Anyway, some of my novels are set in other time periods,” I added as I saw her recharging. “So… I think they could meet the requirements for historical novels, too.” I paused, thinking I’d won that particular argument. As usual, I didn’t know when to shut my big Southern mouth. I went on, “If I do something different, it should be really different, in a genre I’ve never tried.”

“That covers a lot of territory.” She thought a moment. “All right then…how about m/m? Have you ever done one of those? Write a historical, m/m, horror novel…” She took the rolling of my eyes heavenward as a sign of defeat. “I’ll bet you can’t.”

“Is that so?”

“I dare you.” She really knew how to push my buttons.

What could I do? I had to accept.

So I wrote Absinthe: A Tale of Magic, Love, and Revenge. It should’ve read “A Tale of Magic, Obsession, and Revenge,” but the tagline didn’t get changed, so…some readers questioned that “love” part.

I guess a few liked it because it was voted #2 in M/M/ Historical Horror for 2014 by the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewers Choice. I went on to other things but eventually Absinthe again reared his handsome, if slightly debauched, head. I had deliberately written an epilogue which could lead into a sequel if I ever decided to write one…and my friend didn’t let me forget it.

“So…when are you going to write a sequel to Absinthe?” she asked, out of the blue one afternoon.

“Probably never,” I replied, and continued with what I was doing, which was writing a chapter of my new novel.

“You mean you didn’t write that epilogue with a sequel in mind? Come on.”

“Nope…” I kept my eyes on the computer screen.

“But…what about all the questions left unanswered?” she demanded.

“What questions?” I tried to pretend I didn’t know what she meant.

It didn’t work.

“What questions…? Don’t play stupid. What happens when little David grows up? Are he and Rouge going to have the same relationship as Absinthe and the other Rouge? Will Étienne tell David about his father? And what about this twin sister? Where did that idea come from?”

She caught my arm and shook it, jerking my hand from the keyboard which sent it nearly toppling from the typing shelf. I managed to catch it before it crashed to the floor.

“Come on, don’t leave us hanging…there’s more to the story and you know it!”

I did know it…and as much as I tried to ignore it and work on something else, the idea had been buzzing around in my brain for a bit. Sighing and saving what I’d been working on, I bowed to the inevitable and took up the threads where they’d been left hanging…and Essence of Absinthe was the result.

This novel takes up the story of Absinthe’s son, David…a young man the exact opposite of his father in every way. He’s shy, obedient, and, in his twentieth year, still chaste. Indeed, David doesn’t know he’s Absinthe’s son. He believes himself the son of Étienne Vaurien, the Marquis Delafée, who is in reality his grandfather. This fact, hidden from David, will cause problems later on, for when his “father,” fearing the upcoming rumbles of revolution in France, decides to take his family to the safety of Louisiana, he delivers his “son” to the very place where the spirits of the dead have been waiting, for two decades…

Essence of Absinthe may be considered mild in comparison to its predecessor but that’s because the subject matter has changed. Absinthe was a tale of obessesion; Essence of Absinthe is a story of possession, and how the desire for revenge can survive and fester and wreak itself upon the innocent.

I hope those reading the story will applaud the way I handled that.

BLURB:
The noble family of Vaurien has secrets, and one Étienne Vaurien and his wife have suppressed for twenty years is about to be discovered. Taking his family from France to escape the murmur of revolution places his son David in mortal danger.

A city may change but some things remain the same. Hatred and the desire for revenge are at the top of the list. David’s resemblance to Étienne’s deceased eldest son, Absinthe, is remarked upon by many but to one person it means more than a mere likeness of features.

Genevieve, Etienne’s abandoned mistress and Absinthe’s amour, has pined twenty years for her young lover. Now, she has a chance to get him back…and she isn’t going to let death stop her.

In a short time, David’s living body will house the spirit of a dead man who wants once again to live…and love.

EXCERPT:
David decided to ask something always bothering him. “I know you’re not a particularly religious man, sir, but why don’t you like the chapel? They say you haven’t been inside since the fire.”

Immediately he wondered if he should’ve mentioned that, since it brought up a reference to the near-forbidden subject of Étienne’s lost son. “They?” Étienne’s eyes held a surprising twinkle at his son’s remark. “What else do those mysterious “they” say?” He gave David a direct, near-confrontational stare. “Who are “they,” exactly?”

“I don’t know…servants…townspeople…visitors…” David waved his hands.

“Ah…that hazy and indistinct group which forms our opinions for us.” His father nodded, a finger going to his lips. “I see.” He appeared amused by his son’s vagueness. “You still haven’t told me what else they’ve said.”

“Nothing,” David admitted. “Apparently no one wishes to speak of it.”

“I wish you wouldn’t.” Étienne’s reply was abrupt. Softer, he went on, “You know I don’t like to be reminded of what I lost that day.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” David truly was.

He acknowledged his father kept a tight rein on his emotions. When in public, even if a mere visit to the village, he was, while not cold, at least aloof…polite and friendly, but reserved and a little distant. Very rarely did the Marquis Delafée let outsiders see his gentler side.

“Not that I haven’t regained it through you, mon fils,” Étienne added hastily, as if realizing how his statement sounded. “It’s simply…” He stopped, shaking his head.

“I apologize for mentioning it at all.” David hesitated, then said, in a softer tone, “It’s only…you never speak of him if you can help it, and that makes me curious, of course…of what happened that day.”

There was silence, broken only when Étienne muttered, “I really don’t want…” He studied his son briefly. “I didn’t intend this to be a day of revelations.”

He stopped again, then replaced the quill he held in its holder with a deliberate movement.

“Perhaps, you should know more.” Étienne sighed, as if in surrender. “Sit, son.” He indicated a chair placed to the side of the desk. “No need to stand like a servant.”

David dropped gratefully into the chair as Étienne continued, grudgingly, “It was his wedding day. He died in that fire before the ceremony could be completed.”

“As did Rouge’s father.” David remembered the inscription on his brother’s vault…that a second body lay in the tomb with him. The engraving chiseled into the granite stated for all to see that his best friend’s father was also buried there.

“Rouge Meurtrier, père …oui.” Briefly, the marquis avoided his son’s gaze.

“My uncle died, also.”

“Uncle?” Étienne looked up. “Whom do you mean?”

“Didn’t Mamère’s brother die that day, too? Jean-Paul? Why don’t they speak of him, either?”

“How do you know about Jean-Paul?” Étienne half-rose from his chair, leaning across the desk toward his son. “Who’ve you been talking to?” “No one, I swear. It’s merely another of the questions I’ve long wished to ask.” Startled, David found himself bending backward as if to escape his father’s grasp though the marquis hadn’t raised either hand. He struggled to keep any condemnation out of his voice. “Once when I went to visit Gran’père Georges, I wandered into the garden. At the end of it, I found the family burial plot. The mausoleum was open and I went in. Morbid curiosity I suppose…to see the names of Mamère’s ancestors,” he added. “You know my hobby.”

His father nodded and relaxed. David was surprised. Until that moment, he hadn’t realized Étienne was tense. Why should he be?

“I found his vault…Jean-Paul la Carrière, Vicomte la Proie.”. Just that and his death date…the same as my brother’s…and Rouge Meurtrier’s.” “Oui. Jean-Paul died that day also. He was Absinthe’s…compagnon de mariage…”

“Absinthe. Why did they call him that?” David persisted, fearing his father might soon regret reawakening the tragedy and refused to say more. “Because of his eyes…they were the color of that infernal liqueur.” Étienne took a deep breath, looking away as if to hide the fact his own eyes were also that color, but in his case, he’d been called Peridot.

Using that surnom to differentiate the deceased child from his living namesake had become habit but it still cause an ache. To his son, it sounded as if he were controlling great fury.

“I don’t wish to speak of this any longer, David.”

Absinthe is available from Class Act Books and amazon.com Essence of Absinthe will be available in March, 2017.

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Thank you for visiting with us today Paul.