Secrets of the Orient......Now Available. YEAH!!

http://www.amazon.com/Secrets-Orient-Dyanne-Davis/dp/0692467017/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&qid=1436465025&sr=8-10&keywords=Dyanne+Davis



Finally, the 30 days of Secrets being on Amazon Scout is about to come to a close. Today is the last day for votes.It seems this book has taken an extremely long time to see the light of day. Writing a book is always the first part. After that comes revision, revision, revision, followed by editing and more revision followed by even more. Then comes the formatting of the book, waiting for the book to be approved, waiting for the hard copy to come to you.

Now comes the fun part.  You take a red pen and go through the entire book word by word, marking up anything you've missed on all the other revisions and editing.  You make the changes you've found on your mss and resubmit.  It's perfect. Or is it.  There is one word you're wondering if you caught, chose instead of choose. You look in the book to see if it's in red. Nope it's not you didn't catch that one letter, which of course make the word choice not what you wanted.

What do you do next? Leave the mss alone as it's in the process of  being reviewed by Amazon. Afterall it's only one letter you missed. You go on that way for an hour. Maybe no one would notice the one word. But you know it and your name is on this. You want it the best to your ability. Knowing there is one wrong choice and you allowed it to be printed that way is not your best. So... you get up go to your mss. make the correction, resubmit the mss wait for notice that it's being accepted.

Think I'm done?  Think again.  Now I proof the book online again and just for good measure, I download a copy and proof again.

So will all pride, I now proudly tell you that, Secrets of the Orient is now available for your reading pleasure.

As always, thanks for your support.


Dyanne

Happy 5th to everyone.

It would appear that I'm emerging from my self imposed cocoon of being a hermit.  Yesterday, Bill, Billy and I actually treked to the south side of Chicago for my sister's 4th of July bar-b-que. Good food in abundance, (yes that's listed first. LOL)  family and excitement.

My niece Tanya's middle child, Martese Jr. got stuck in the bathroom. All the men were working diligently on the door, I wanted to call the fire department. I have to tell you that this four year old behaved in a very brave manner, helping in his rescue by sliding the key to the bathroom to his daddy who was on the other side and has loosened the molding.  After he was safe and sound everyone laughed that during all of the excitement, he'd forgotten to do what he'd gone into the bathroom for.

Arriving home, Billy wanted to go back out and watch the fireworks.  We had a couple of hours to wait, so I got in more time on my proofing the hard cover for, SECRETS OF THE ORIENT.
 

Shameless plug, I know.  But I'm sure you'll forgive me.

 

 Bolingbrook put on a wonderful display of fireworks and we were all glad we ventured out. In spite of crazy drivers we had a good time. And my hat's off to the Bolingbrook Police Officers who didn't make us move from the turning lane where we parked to watch. It was extra nice considering after we parked there several cars parked behind us.  Now, I'm going to go over to Cici Edward's blog to see what she's up to.  Check her out.

And last but not least, a shout out to our armed forces.

Life always has surprises.

This past weekend was a time of sadness and a time of joy.  On Friday we buried our uncle who had been suffering with emphysema for several years.

But, on Saturday to my surprise and to the surprise of everyone in this picture I actually went on a road trip to Louisville Ky. for the surprise retirement party of Dr. Withers.  That's Danny in the blue shirt.  After 43 years in the education field and having spent the last 22 years as principal at the same high school he once attended.

As I contemplated the long drive and thought about swollen ankles and leg pains I was tempted to cancel, but  I knew my sister in the silver dress(Jackie) and my niece in the black and white dress (Tanya) were taking bets on whether I would actually go.

And then there was the matter of my first cousin (Denise) in the pink dress that didn't invite me because she didn't think I would come. So I had to invite myself and crash the party. LOL.  There was just oo much riding on my going. So pain or not I was determined.

And who is that in the yellow you're asking.  That's Danielle, my second cousin, daughter of Denise and Danny and party planner.  She did a fantastic job.

Saving the best for last, Martese in the white shirt , nephew-in-law, married to Tanya.  I give him kudos for being such a good driver, being funny, making me laugh, and just keeping a ton of conversation flowing.

Now I will admit that Bill and I do appear to be glued at the hip and I will admit that I like to be with him when I go someplace.  It's much harder sleeping without him in the bed.  But considering that Bill didn't want to make the drive and even though he didn't say it, I knew he didn't think I'd go without him either, I had to go.  I never want anyone thinking they always know exactly what I'm going to do.  Not even my sweet husband of 45 years.

So even though I was tired and didn't get to see my uncle James, a goal I wanted to accomplish while in Ky. I'm so glad I went.  I had so much fun, the food was delicious, I danced, and I surprised my cousin.

And considering that my weekend started with a sad event it makes you more mindful of living while you're alive.

One last thing that I suppose as an author I should keep beating you over the head with, ( I HATE DOING THAT) Anyway, my new book, Secrets of the Orient is still on Amazon Scout and in need of votes. Here's the link to vote if you're interested.http://kindlescout.amazon.com      

Don't forget to check out my friend Cici Edward's blog.http://ciciedward.com

Have you ever thought what a long time 30 days is?  Well, if not I have to tell you it's a VERY long time.  As you already know, Cici and I made an agreement to blog twice a month.  We've done that.  Now you know if I needed a partner in order to blog twice a month that apparently I couldn't think of anything to tell you.

Do I want to keep posting, buy my book?  Or vote for me?  NO I DO NOT.


So what am I going to do about it? ROFL.  I'm going to force myself out of my comfort zone and ANNOY THE HECK OUT OF YOU.  But considering I have barely any traffic to this blog and will only be annoying just a few of you, I've decided to do it.


It would be kinda nice if after the Kindle Amazon Scout challenge is over, that I will find a few interesting things to blog about on a weekly basis.


kindlescout.amazon.com

If you'd like to help we keep Secrets of the Orient on the Hot list, you can go to the above link and read an excerpt.  If you'd like to see the book published, a nomination and a share to get the word out and garner more votes will definitely be appreciated.  Cyber champagne and chocolates will be on the menu if  we're celebrating at the end of this.

Don't worry, by the time this is over we'll be on the same page.  I'll be sick of me also.

Giveaway for Secrets of the Orient.

 I'm hosting a giveaway on Amazon for Secrets of the Orient, which is entered in the Kindle Scout contest.  It's a book by Rachel Gibson. I have no idea why it's not showing the picture.  Anyway, check out the link and good luck. No purchase is necessary.  It's a numbered contest and you just have to be the right number.  Amazon takes care of that and all the rest.

https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/6c091b49f06a6e17

Secrets of the Orient- my new novel

 Good morning,

Some news: I've entered my new novel into Amazon's Kindle Scout.  It's a reader participation publishing deal.  The link will take you to an excerpt. If you vote for Secrets of the Orient, I'd like to thank you in advance.

https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/1MLD8Y01W1QBD

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately on aging.  That's not so amazing considering I'm doing just that. But aren't we all? Every single day you live, you're aging.

But I wanted to tell you my latest aging story. I think the older we get we generally become afraid of losing certain things that make us who we are. Memory ranks number one. You can't help but wonder when you can't remember something if it's a symptom of a larger issue.

About a month or so ago we received a letter from NiCor Gas concerning our home solution protection.  I had no knowledge of  signing up for this program and was bound and determined to demand my money back. But first I had to find out how long they'd been taking my money. It took a month to remember to actually call. LOL.

I make the call, state we didn't sign up for this and how long have you been taking my money?  The answer: since 2001. I won't repeat the entire conversation to you because it would be boring. But my take away is this:  If I am losing my memory it's happening very slowly. 

Since we can't worry about what's going to happen later in life, we may as well live life to the fullest and enjoy every moment we're given. Snap some pictures, take a day trip, laugh a lot with the people you love. Do something you've held off on doing. 

I applaud my son for having that kind of spirit. 

Perhaps I'll take a daring walk without worrying about stray dogs.

What the heck, I'm taking my pepper spray and a stick.

Don't forget to check out my friend, Cici Edward. We're sticking to our blogging plan, and believe me, that's a challenge.  I'll congratulate the two of us on our success.

http://ciciedward.com/writerslife/

Have you noticed how much things have changed in the last decade or so?  Of course you have. The thing that struck me this past week was the weight of a book.  Yep, you heard correctly.  I'd just finished reading two very well written and interested books, back to back.  The only thing was that book books were depressing.  I needed something light to read.

I have hundreds fo books on my Kindle and on my Kindle Fire, but I needed an all around book, you know, one I could take into the bathroom. one that I could put in that little side pocket in the car, because I like to have a book in the car to read in case I'm waiting for Bill to run into the hardware or something. I don't like doing that with my Kindles.

So, I started looking through my bookcases for something that wasn't too happy and definitely not depressing. Romance was out. And don't even think because I'm a romance writer that's all I like to read. Anyway, romance was out because it was just too happy after the other books. I had to ease back into happy.

So I picked up a book, Spirit Of The Heart, by Barbara Cary, a very nice person, great author and a former member of Windy City RWA, my chapter.  The book was signed for me in 2001.  Just hold on, I know you're wondering why I'm giving you all this background information. There's two reasons: 1. Cici Edwards and I are still united to blog twice a month, and I'm trying to stretch this out. 2. The year 2001 is significant.

The book felt like a brick. Seriously, it is sooooooooooo heavy.  I started my search for books with the same amount of pages to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.  I wasn't.  Then I gave Bill and Billy both books and had them compare. Yes, they felt the difference.

Apparently in 2000 (copyright date of the book) the printers used heaver paper in the manufacturing of books. Check it out for yourself. It appears I had little to do since I wasted a considerable amount of time on this.



Don't forget to check out Cici Edwards blog.http://ciciedward.com/writerslife/

So, this is the first Sunday of the month and already I've taken to cheating.  Cici and I are plodding our way through the things that we're told we're supposed to do, like blogging. In person I can be a chatter, even when I'm writing I can go on and on.  But I do believe it's that element of doing something I'm supposed to do that forces me into the position of finding it difficult. 

Excuse or not, I'm giving you a short, short excerpt of my newest work, Secrets Of The Orient.                                     

             Secrets of the Orient

Exhaustion weighed on Dai Han’s shoulders until he felt as bent and ancient as his grandfather. He was the first son, the one to whom the mantle of the numerous family businesses would be passed. There was but one slight problem. No one had ever inquired if that was what he wished to do with his life. Perhaps he should have told them instead of thinking his life choices would have made his intentions clear.

It had not mattered that he’d spent seven years with a group of warriors so elite that he dared not mention what they did, not even to his family. The most he could tell them was he belonged to The Brotherhood. That they understood.

One day he woke he woke and without warning the feeling of wanting more settled around his heart. He wanted more, a woman to love, children, and his family that he had left. He was lonely. To his surprise, living without his family had proven to be much harder than he’d imagined

But to leave The Brotherhood was unheard of.  Dai Han tried every method he’d been taught to remove the unwanted feelings that were ravaging his mind, leaving him at a loss for finding the peace and solace he’d so much enjoyed for seven years.

After a time he couldn’t rid himself of the ache in his heart. It grew until it permeated his soul. To the disbelief of The Brotherhood he’d left. Nevertheless, he’d done the things necessary to leave in good standing. He would always be welcomed back. His brothers would be there for him should he have need of them. And if called upon he would return.

 Living a more peopled life wasn’t as easy as he’d imagined. He still craved excitement and his body demanded a physical job, so he’d applied to the police department, went to the academy and worked his way up in record time to being a detective. Still one thing eluded him. He’d not found a woman to love, none had spoken to that secret place inside himself.

His adored grandfather, mother and siblings had been happy to have him home. As for his father, who knew how he felt about his return. The most he’d done since Dai Han had left the Brotherhood was nod.

Dai Han would admit the weekly dinners with his family served to feed a deeper need in his soul. It was not something he’d been able to do until he’d left The Brotherhood to work in the police department. Though his family’s constant questioning about where he’d been and what he’d done for seven years was an issue he’d wished they’d drop. It was something he couldn’t and would never talk to them about, even if it were allowed. He barely mentioned the two years he’d served as lead detective for the police department.

Somehow it was understood by the ones he served that if his family called, it was Dai Han’s obligation to leave, no questions asked. It was because of that understanding that his career with the police department ended without even an exit interview or a simple, “Do you want to leave?” If anyone had thought to ask, his answer would have been a resounding no. He had enjoyed the things he’d chosen to do with his life. But it seemed none of them were as important as being an obedient son. Family loyalty had been bred into him from the time of his birth. Though he’d questioned his father about the power in his reach he’d not received an answer, only a smile and a half shrug. Then came his father’s question. “If others can see your importance in this family, why can’t you?”

Good Morning,

I wrote this blog on Sunday, but for some strange reason was unable to post it. You might remember that Cici Edwards and I have challenged ourselves to blog at least twice a month. This is our second blog. LOL.  You may not think don this twice a month is a big deal, but believe me it is. If you get a chance drop by Cici's blog. http://ciciedward.com/writerslife/

On Saturday I got a chance to do one of the things I love best, interview an author.

I think I've mentioned a time or two that for almost ten years now, I've been doing a local cable show in my hometown. For a while the show was streaming live, and I've put a few clips up on youtube.

Back to my original point. Saturday I interviewed Sonali Dev for the second time.  The first time (she said) was two years ago before her debut book, A Bollywood Affair from Kensington hit the shelves to rave reviews.The book has received numerous awards, all of which I had her name on the interview, but naturally can't remember at the moment.  The one I do remember however is the award ALL members of Romance Writers of America strive for, The Rita.

A Bollywood Affair has been nominated for Best First book, and the winner will be announced the national RWA conference being held this year in NY.  After the conference I'll let you know how it goes. But win or lose Sonali is already a winner in my eyes, the member of our chapter, Windy City RWA, her family and friends, and I'd love to wish her all the best.

Sonali is a cheerful person. a delight to talk to. But the post will be about writers and their support systems. We all need them. I could not have found a better support system than my husband Bill. Sonali could not have found a better support system than her entire family. Her husband, children and mother in-law came to the studio with her for the interview. Their love and pride beamed from their eyes. When the show is edited I will do a follow up piece and include pictures and perhaps a bit of the interview.

For her first book signing her family came from India, Fifty members of her family arrived from all parts of the globe and bunked on every square inch of space.

The reason this story is important is because when you're in a family, (and we all are) the encouragement, love and patience of that family means much more than words can ever express. Housework is abandoned (yeah) meals become fast food (yum) and everyone has to pitch in. The schedule is crazy, you're writing in your mind even doing the most intimate of times. The family keeps a writer anchored in all that they need. Sonali has such a family, and believe me, they are all as wonderful as she is. Well done, Sonali.  By the way, Sonali's new book, The Bollywood Bride will be released in Sept.

Some of the Windy City members came out to wish Sonali well, at Andersen's bookstore in Naperville IL. during her first book signing. The place was so packed the closest we could get to her was to find a spot in the back and take a picture. (Thank you Bill)

Well done, Sonali, well done.

How's that for a greeting?  I thought you would like it, and considering it's been awhile, I thought you deserved a bit of fanfare.


I would say the same thing I say every time I blog, how hard it is. LOL.  But I'm beginning to sound like a broken record.  So this time I'm going to tell you what's new with me. But first, let me say,

My lovely and talented friend Cici Edwards and I have decided that we're going to encourage each other to be more visible, more vocal. I suppose if this was a two way conversation it would be a bit easier.  You're always on the fence between saying way too much and boring the person reading it, or never coming on and blogging and having people not give a darn because you're not being consistent.

So Cici and I made a pact, twice a month we will will blog.  It just so happens that our first scheduled date fell on Easter.  But I know that we deserve kudo points because we didn't take the easy way out and plead a holiday as a reason for not doing what we promised to do.

Right now, let me introduce you to Cici.

http://ciciedward.com/writerslife/

P.S.  Just so you know I'm alive, well and writing, I will have a new book out in May. Secrets of The Orient.  I'll tell you a bit more about it later.  Right now, here's a peep at the cover that's being adjusted. And a million thanks to cover artist, A.M. Wells.

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Happy Monday,

Starting Oct. 20th I will be teaching an on line workshop on writing love scenes. Always before a class start the workshops are promoted by blogs. Do you know that for me at least, writing a blog is much harder than writing a book, or teaching the workshop.  But, I did it.  YEAH!!!!!

And I'm working on a new blog if you can believe it.  I'm trying to use mostly pictures to tell the story, but that's even harder than using words. LOL.

Check out the blog if you get a chance. BTW, my son recently returned from a vacation to Boston. This is one of the pictures he took.

http://savvyauthors.com/blog/index.php/writing-love-scenes-by-dyanne-davis

Here's a good contest to enter.

http://www.windycityrwa.org/contest/

Happy Labor Day, Happy Sunday and Happy Belated Birthday to me.

Yes, my birthday was September 1st.  I've always loved the day I was born.  Come to think of it who wouldn't love the day that they first became acquainted with the world. Whether it's your first time visiting planet earth or your hundredth,  It has to be a kick.

Anyway, I was lying in bed this morning thinking about a bunch of things, one of them being a time I confronted one of my fears.  I hesitate to say conquer because I didn't. 

The fear.  Heights, drowning, jumping from a diving board.  First of all it's funny even to me it's strange that I'm super afraid of heights but will ride a plane.  I pray the entire time of the flight. But back to my facing my fear.

Many years ago after Bill had been trying to teach me to swim, float and at least be able to dog paddle and do the drown proofing thing, I decided to take a swim class through our local park district. The class was listed as for adults.  Can anyone tell me when 12 years of age became an adult?

Anyway, I arrived at the first class and there were about a dozen little boys, What the heck? I stayed because I was determined to learn to swim.  How well I did I don't remember, but there came the time in the class when everyone had to jump off of the diving board.  My first thought: No way in....am I doing that. But when you have a dozen little kids and every single lifeguard in the place making a circle in the water I decided to to it.  I wish Bill had been there to see me and to film it even. But of course, Bill was always saying I could swim anyway. I swear the man doesn't believe that there is anything I can't do.  I have to love him for his faith in me.

Back to the dive. It's been years, so I totally don't remember a thing about it, except that I did it.  I think I popped back up, but so many pairs of hands were grabbing me that who knows. I do know no one pushed me off the board.  And I know that everyone clapped and cheered for the coward who at least faced her fears with a pool filled with hands ready to save her.

After that I did swim, float and dog paddle at the local pool in mo more than 5 ft of water. LOL.  I wanted to be able to stand. Where did this irrational fear of drowning come from you might ask. Try when I was a kid and my cousin took me out into what was the middle of the lake and dropped me into the water when he saw his daughter floating in the water. Of course as a mother I don't blame him for saving his child, but it seriously freaked me out and left me afraid of the water. I can't even tell you who came out in the water to get me, just that since I'm here writing this, someone had to have saved me.

One last thing: In 1989 Bill, Billy and I went to Disney and then on a cruise. On Coco Beach, I almost drowned and Bill had to rescue me after I screamed, begged and turned to those on the shore to help me. Bill thought I was playing around, and those on the shore thought I was nuts.

What had happened was without warning a wave had come while I was in the water and washed all the sand away beneath me. I couldn't touch bottom. And remember I didn't get in water that I couldn't walk out of.  So I attempted to swim. Heck I could see the shoreline, but I couldn't reach it.  I kept repeating to myself, BILL SAID YOU CAN SWIM. BILL SAID YOU CAN SWIM.  So I kept trying between screaming for Bill to come and help me. Finally he told Billy, "Let me go and see what your mother wants.  They were a ways in front of me in much deeper water.

So Bill began walking toward me, not even rushing, no swimming involved.  And I'm drowning. By that point, it was forget Bill and forget to people on the shore who won't help me.  It was PLEASE GOD HELP ME!!!!

Bill hits a pocket of no sand then says oh oh, I'd better hurry, Dyanne is in deep trouble. So at last he began to stroke toward me in order to save me from a watery grave. Once again the things Bill had said to me over and over about if you're in trouble and someone is attempting to save them from drowning, you remain calm, don't clutch the rescuer or you could drown them too.  I did everything he'd told me and I'm alive and well today because he saved my life.

After  lessons with a dozen little boys, almost drowning on vacation, I was determined that I would not give into the fear of water and that very day got in the pool so I wouldn't let my fear incapacitate me.  I still go swimming.  But thank God, Our town pool is only 5 ft deep.  Bill hates that, but for me it's perfect.

What secret fear have you faced?

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I think I'll give you the information that you're looking for right up front.  On June 14th I will pick a winner for a $15.00 gift card from the commentors.  You have to comment to win. Okay.

A little about Marille Brothers.  She has a very humorous blog right on blogspot, called bookblatherblog.  Check it out. and if you hurry and check it out today, yours truly is on there with a guest blog.  Go see what the heck I'm blathering about now. And make sure to check out Marilee's books and watch out for her new ones.  Enjoy the blog. I know that I did.

Now here's Marilee.

 

Baby Gone Bye Post

I spent five years of my writing life inside the head of Allie Emerson, the teenage girl featured in the Unbidden Magic series. It was surprisingly easy for me to channel Allie, even though it’s been—well—let’s just say I haven’t been a teenager for a good long time. Apparently teenage angst lives on forever. After I finished Midnight Moon, the last book in the series, I decided to write a YA book with a male protagonist. Enter Gabriel Delgado, hunky eighteen-year-old senior at Maple Grove high school.

The creative part of my brain got a major wake-up call. I was no longer a seventeen-year-old girl. I had to begin channeling a teenage boy. OMG, guess what boys think about? You know the answer, of course. Sex. One statistic says every fifteen seconds. Another says, they never stop thinking about it. From its title, Baby Gone Bye, you can probably figure out that Gabe acted on his thoughts. Therefore, he should not have been surprised when the doorbell rings and he finds a little “surprise” waiting for him on the front porch. So, what’s a household comprised of four males supposed to do with a little baby girl? Guess you’ll have to read the book to find out.

Excerpt from Chapter One - it’s Friday night and Gabe has a date. He believes, incorrectly, that his evening will go on as planned. At this point, the family thinks the child is a boy.

The hall clock bonged seven times. Startled, Gabe leaped from the couch and placed the kid in his car seat. “Man, is it seven already? I’ve got a date. Can we put this on hold until tomorrow?” Without waiting for an answer, Gabe headed for the stairs.

“Gabriel.” The steel in Papi’s voice stopped Gabe in his track. “Look at me.”

Slowly, Gabe turned to face his father. He heard Simon whisper, “Dumb shit.” Henry giggled nervously.

“Gabriel,” Papi repeated. “Do you remember when Rosie was a puppy?”

Gabe shifted his weight from one foot to the other, wondering if he was about to step into something stinky. “Yeah,” he said carefully.

Papi’s dark eyes snapped with intensity. “And how did you take care of her?”

Gabe rolled his eyes heavenward, trying to remember Papi’s three cardinal rules for puppy care. “After she eats, put her outside to poop. Play with her. Put her back in her crate.”

Papi clapped. “Excellent.”

Gabe grinned. This was going well. He’d soon be on his way.

“Now, Gabriel, tell me this, how do you take care of a baby?”

Uh, oh. Gabe felt beads of perspiration pop out on his forehead. “Well, um, I guess you’re saying it’s the same concept. Right?”

Papi strolled up nice and close and gave Gabe his shark’s grin. “So, after you feed him, you will take him outside to poop, play with him, and then put him back in his car seat?”

Right then, Gabe knew he was screwed. He glanced at his brothers. No help there. He’d already stepped in it. Might as well go all the way. He looked his father square in the eyes. “Naturally, I won’t take him outside to poop, but I’ll feed him and play with him.”

“And you will start this … when?”

“First thing tomorrow morning.”

Papi said, “And tonight?”

Gabe squirmed. “Remember what you said earlier? We’re Delgados. We stick together when there’s a problem.”

“Ah, now I understand.” Papi stroked his chin. “You assumed one of your brothers or your father would take care of your child while you went on a date. Is that correct?”

Gabe flushed. “I would appreciate it.”

“Gabriel,” Papi said again. He pointed at the baby. “That is not a puppy. It is a tiny human being who needs round the clock care. Care that will be given to him by you, his father. Do you understand?”

Before Gabe could formulate an answer, he heard the amazingly loud rumble of baby flatulence. All eyes turned to the child, whose face was bright red as he clenched his fists and strained.

Simon snickered. Looks like you forgot to take him outside to poop.”

Papi handed Gabe a container of baby wipes and a diaper. “Better get used to it. He’ll be doing that a lot.”

That’s when the Delgado family found out he was a she.

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