Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Christmas in July!

Today, Wednesday July 25, and tomorrow July 26 I'm giving away free kindle copies of HIS WITNESS TO EVIL. Why you ask? I'm celebrating the release of SEIZED BY DARKNESS. To read more about the books, scroll down or visit my website And if you want to see your name used in my next book, join my newletter by joining the Yahoo group button on lower left of this page, or at my website, and enter the contest.

So head on over to Amazon and download your copy. I hope you enjoy.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Seized By Darkness is out!

A severe July storm rolls across the wetlands of New Jersey, signifying both fear and hope. The C.U.F.F. Team zeroes in on its target. However, when U.S. Marshal Will Haus anticipates the call to go, his sting is shut down. The storm the leaves in its quake an attempted murder and three lives on the run.

Seized By Darkness Available now on Amazon.

Eight long years hostage Nicole Carson has lived a nightmare as the mistress of a mafia lord. When her captor brings home another kidnapped victim, she seizes the opportunity to save herself, her son and the young girl, leaving the Russian for dead. In order to stay alive and save the family she hasn’t seen in years from the mafia family’s wrath, she must disappear as if she’s never existed.

A sting to bring down the largest human trafficking ring in the country goes south for U.S. Marshal William Haus and his C.U.F.F. team. C.U.F.F. catches a break when the mistress of the Russian kingpin is captured with a kidnapped victim. Will bargains with the beautiful mistress. If she helps secure evidence against the mafia, she’ll earn a new life for her and her son. But when Will learns Nicole’s true identity, he wants to call the operation off. Nicole begs the handsome marshal to keep her secret and allow her to put her life on the line for her family.

A game of cat and mouse plays out between the U.S. Marshal and the ruthless Russian. The prize neither man wants to give up is Nicole.

I hope you enjoy! AJ

Friday, July 13, 2012

It's Like Candy

Yup. Your eyes are not going bad. It's a winter scene. Infact, the picture is of my front drive on Halloween last year.

You're wondering what the picture has to do with candy. Read on.

I’m a winter person. I truly am. But there is something fabulous about lying next to the pool with an icy glass of lemonade by your side, the scent suntan lotion wafting in the air, listening to oldies from the past and losing yourself in a great book. I cherish those seconds. Yup. You read right, seconds.

My TBR pile is huge. Right now, I'm reading two books, when I have a few minutes, and listening to another while I walk or drive. Life is busy on our mountain top. We had an early summer and it's been terribly hot and humid. The weather has made for superb swimming.

I’ve always had the Kool-aid house. It’s not a complaint. I love having all the kids around. Their smiles and laughter are energizing, and watching the young couples racing after each other, giggling and laughing brings back so many memories of new love. Witnessing all this, how can a romance writer not have a hundred and two plot ideas running through her mind?


The hundred and two plot ideas are my problem right now and what is where the candy comes in. I finished editing my next book and have started another suspense, but because of my surroundings, I have an urge to write something fun and a little lighter, like Obsessed By Wildfire. So today, and tomorrow, while joining eight other writers in a plotting pool party, I'll be brainstorming a new story. I'm so excited. I feel like a kid standing in front of the famed Wegman’s candy wall wondering which morsel I should munch first. Maybe I should try writing a YA(yound adult), since I have such great material running in and out the door and into the pool every few minutes? LOL Or should I start a summer love story or think ahead to the snowy days of winter.

I will let you know next week what I decided.

Thanks for stopping by and enjoy a great read this week.

Friday, July 6, 2012

The Bartender In The Sky

Late last evening, feeling angst and sporting a headache that throbbed against my skull, I took a walk in the dark. My only companion, the moon. With his hair over one eye, he watched over me—saved me from the dark shadows. I gazed up into his face and wondered about the billions of people who’ve gone on to the next world before me, the ones who had dumped their troubles on him. The ones who had shared with him their dreams. The ones who had laughed and loved under his twilight.

I wondered about their stories. Some are known by all of us. Some by a few.
As I walked, I gaze over the valley that was my great grandparent’s farm, now divided among their children’s children. I know my great grandparent’s names. I can tell you they lay in the cemetery on the rise to the east. I can tell you their birth and death dates. However, I don’t know what they were like as people. Did they enjoy music or reading? Were reserve or outgoing? What was their favorite time of the year? Or their favorite foods? Did they believe and trust in the Almighty? What were their dreams?
We have pictures of course with names scribbled on the back, but by who? We have ledgers and invoices of transactions stored in the old farm house attic, but no personal memoirs. Knowing this, sadness crept in my heart as I crossed an open field. I wished someone had left behind their words for me. Told me who they were. Left a clue as to who I called my past.

At that moment, the moon winked at me and from within I heard, “You were given the gift of the written word. Why haven’t you left behind words for your children or grandchildren or great grandchildren? Not all will seek them, but there will be one who will. Like you, they will cherish the memories you share and pass them on to another who well cherish their heritage. And so on.”

Stunned, I gaped into his one eye. The ancient man was right. He winked again and turned into a cloud, probably to advise someone else. I finished one swallow of crisp night and with a light step headed for home. I pulled from a drawer a diary given to me one Christmas years ago and wrote. Within these pages you will come to know who I was, what I felt passionate about, and what were my dreams. My hope is I will teach something of the past, something that will make you a stronger person and that I’ll touch you in some way. With love, your heritage.

This is a reprint of my blog from July 2009. I remember it everytime I see the full moon. Since its first printing, I have written two journals and inserted pictures for my grandchildren to enjoy with their children. The future will enjoy the stories of the past-the ones created by their parents.

Have a wonderful week. AJ