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Thursday, September 24, 2015

Welcome Multi-published Author Uvi Poznansky!

Well, Imaginarium 2015 is over and aside from getting what my friend called "con crud" a nasty cold virus, everything went very smoothly and I had a great time! I met a lot of great people and sold some books. Mainly, it was a joy to see that the teens for whom I had written my books really loved my first novel. For an author I don't think there is anything better than seeing a kid tell their parent they don't want to let the book go. I sold two books that way! 

Now, today I am very pleased that one of the authors I met this summer from The Sunshine Book Show Festival, Uvi Poznansky, is not only visiting this blog today, but she is also a guest on my radio show, Red River Radio Tales from the Pages. Uvi has written so many books and has such a full life we can't put everything here. In addition to being an author, Uvi is a very gifted artist. Do not miss checking out her Pinterest to see all of her artwork. I also suggest you look her up and check out all of her books!!

Welcome Uvi! I am so happy you are my guest on the blog today and we will be talking together on the radio soon. If anyone is reading this after the show don't worry. You can find it in the archives at the same link. 

So let's get to your books.

Tell us about your trilogy, The David Chronicles. What inspired you to write it?

The entire trilogy is greatly inspired by painting and sculpture throughout the history of art, depicting the story David, who is an exceptional historical figure with great gifts, facing great temptations in love and war. You can easily read each one of the three volumes as a standalone novel, yet the themes of power and love run through the entire trilogy, allowing you to witness the drastic change in the main character from youth to old age. I find this transformation fascinating and hope you will too.

As an artist and writer, I believe that my mission is to let the characters speak to you through me. David is flesh and blood, he lives in my mind, and so does Bathsheba. This story is happening here and now. I invite you to step into the skin of the characters, and look yourself in the mirror.

Here is the first time David lays eyes on Bathsheba in volume I of the trilogy, Rise to Power

Then, on a whim, she plunges underwater nearly all the way, so all that remains above the foamy surface is the little embroidered towel wrapped around her head. 
After several evenings of watching her from afar I still have no idea if her hair is curled or straight, red or brown. I have painted her in my mind several different ways already, each time more beautiful than the other. By now it matters little to me. She is so sexy, she might as well be bald. 
When she comes back up, “What,” she says. “You still here?”
“What’s the point of going up there,” I say, hearing a slight tone of complaint in my voice. I hope she does not think me childish. That would be devastating. 
With a hint of a smile, she asks, “What does that mean, What’s the point?”
So I say, “You would seem too small from above.”
“Really,” says Bathsheba. “I thought I spotted you standing by your window, with your sword aimed at me.”
To which I explain, “I could not see a thing through the glass. It became cloudy, or something. At this time of day, even though it is only the beginning of summer, it’s much too steamy in the office.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’ve had it with men.”
I can find nothing to say, and perhaps there is no need to. She can tell, can’t she, how desperately I ache for her.
“My life is scandal-free at the moment,” she says. “It feels nice for a change.”

After reading this scene I want to read more.

How did you treat the love scene in A Peek at Bathsheba?

David’s love affair with Bathsheba is, arguably, the most torrid love affair ever told, and the love scenes could not be less than arousing, yet they must be delivered with lyricism and be no more explicit than the biblical Song of Songs. Here, then, is an excerpt from A Peek at Bathsheba:

Separated from her by the thought of a kiss I sense her heat, and the gust of air scented by roses and by her flesh—but I cannot tell if the breath between us is hers or mine. Which is when I know, for one perfect moment, that she is part of my essence. 
I am part of hers.
Bathsheba holds me in a tender embrace as I lay her down. Scattered petals fly off, swirling in the air around her long, silky hair that starts cascading here, over the pillows and onto the tile floor. 
Accidentally the goblet, which she has set down next to her, tips over and some of the wine spills over her hip. I dip a finger in the red puddle beside her, and paint countless grapes around her waist. 
Intoxicated I murmur to her, “Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of an artist’s hands. Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks blended wine.” 
I want to wait, wait for her to give herself to me—but in the end I cannot fight my passion any longer, and I take her. 

Is love a theme that runs through all three volumes of the trilogy?

Yes it is! Despite the fact that David has a full harem of woman... Here is the way he thinks of Bathsheba towards the end of his life, in volume 3, The Edge of Revolt

Overhead, a cloud breaks off from the others and moves in a new direction. Its wooly, dim grays are drifting across. I squint, rub my eyes. Now, in a separate layer, another image starts floating past: the way she looked, right here on this roof, when we came out of these doors the very first time. 
I remember: scattered petals flew off, swirling in the glow around her long, silky hair that started cascading under her, onto the tile floor. In the background, a vine of roses twisted over the wooden lattice and into it. Between its diagonal slats I saw a diamond here, a diamond there of the heavens. I wondered then about the black void that was gaping upon us, dotted by a magical glint of starlight.
Separated from her by the thought of a kiss I sensed her heat, and the gust of air, which was sweetly scented by roses and by her flesh—but I could not tell if the breath between us was hers or mine. Which is when I knew, for the first time in my life, that she would always be part of my essence. I would be part of hers.
Accidentally the goblet, which she had set down next to her, tipped over and some of the wine spilled over her hip. The crisp sound of breaking glass rang in my ear. It marked the moment, from which I could not turn back. Never would I be able to put it out of my mind.
Yes, this was my fault: taking a woman that belonged to another. Soon after came the blunder: bringing her husband, Uriah, back from the front, that he may sleep with her, which would have explained her pregnancy ever so conveniently. 
And when that did not go as planned, then came another mistake, the worst of all: sending him back to the battlefield, with my sealed letter in hand, arranging for his death. 
All the while, my boys were learning their own lessons—not from my psalms but from my deeds. One error begets another, each one bringing a new calamity over me, over my family, and over this entire land. Sin followed by execution, followed by revolt, escape, execution, revolt...
Had I known back then the results of the results of my mistake, the curse looming over my life ever since that time, would I still choose to do it? 
Bathsheba tries to raise me to my feet. Her fragrance brings back to me the sunny, warm hues of spring. The fears, the doubts flee away when we are that close. I adore the way she calls my name, the way she sighs. With every sweet word I fall deeper into her eyes. 
How can love be a mistake? In my passion for her—then as now—what choice do I have? 
I want to tell her, “Let me close my eyes. Let me remember.”

Where can we find your books and more about you?

Author Links:

Book Links:

Rise to Power ebook print audio 
A Peek at Bathsheba  ebook print audio

The Edge of Revolt ebook print


Uvi Poznansky is a California-based author, poet and artist. “I paint with my pen,” she says, “and write with my paintbrush.” She received a Fellowship grant and a Teaching Assistantship from the Architecture department at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, where she earned her M.A. in Architecture. Then, taking a sharp turn in her education, she earned her M.S. degree in Computer Science from the University of Michigan. Uvi writes across a variety of genres: Apart From Love (literary fiction), The David Chronicles (historical fiction), Rise to Power (historical fiction), A Peek at Bathsheba (historical romance), The Edge of Revolt ((historical fiction), A Favorite Son (biblical fiction), Home (poetry), Twisted (dark fantasy) Now I Am Paper (children’s book) and Jess and Wiggle (children’s book.)

Until the next time I hope that all of you who read this will try to listen to the program with Uvi Poznansky and you will see what a talented author and artist this person is. Thank you for being on the blog. 

Welcome to fall and I hope that you all will be able to get out and enjoy this crisp season. I am sort of sad to see summer go, but looking forward to fall and its colors and warmer clothes. 

Updating you all on the sequel to If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor, it is now called Who Is Jennifer Taylor and has some buzz. I am almost finished and will be sharing more of it on my radio program from time to time. If anyone is interested in being a beta reader for me I would love that. Just put it in the comments and I will contact you.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

What Have You Been Doing This Summer?

We have come to the part of summer I dislike the most. The nights are a little cooler and the days are also a little cooler. You see all of the kids getting ready for school and you realize that summer is almost over. I am a summer person, so this really makes me sad. 

One thing I am happy about is that I have gotten through another summer without my late husband and I am still pretty okay. Am I sad sometimes? Yes, but really there is so much in my life now that I try not to think too much.

A few weeks ago I had the honor of having my story "Losing the Love of Your Life" published in The Huffington Post. I will probably be posting there soon and maybe will be putting this post on there as my first post. It was written because they asked for people to write stories about survival. The article was part of Voices of Survival and idea by Rita Wilson to find stories of people who had survived an insurmountable obstacle either emotional or physical. I wrote the story never dreaming it would be picked, but it was!! And the thrill of being published in The Huffington Post mirrors that of being published as an author. 

So what have I been doing this summer besides the story, which I wrote in May and then had to flesh out a little in June. They only wanted 500 words at first and then told me to add more to make it less than 800 words. So that was fast and easy. What I am doing is writing my sequel to If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor. I am almost finished and thinking about my ending. When you are a pantser like me you might not know your ending yet. Even though I am so close to it I can practically envision how it will end, I am not sure. Not sure about how the characters will decide to end this. Because you have to know that the characters who were in my first novel are directing this one! Does this mean I am crazy because my characters speak to me? I hope not, and I am grateful for their help. But I do have some say here and even though my characters are moving the story in one direction I may have to step in and change it. However, many times I do listen to my characters as I did in my first novel. Though telling this to people who might not have read it will definitely be a spoiler. So if you haven't read that book you will want to read it before "Jennifer's Story", which isn't even finished, is published.

If anyone reading this blog today is interested in being a beta reader I am looking for a few of you to read and comment upon this when I am finished. Just leave it in the comments if you are. 

Also what I have been doing is getting ready to be at Imaginarium 2015, which is going to be on September 11 - September 13 in Louisville, KY. I am excited, because I will be a guest and a panelist and I have never been to Louisville. I am looking forward to meeting two of my friends there and many authors I only know through email and Facebook. My publisher, MuseItUp Publishing is one of the sponsors, so we will have a table for us. I am actually advertising it on my Author Page and on my Blog Talk Radio show tomorrow at 4PM EST.  

My friend Amy Leigh McCorkle is going to be screening her documentary done with Missy Goodman, "Letters to Daniel" and I am hoping she will win as she has done in so many conventions this summer. Her story about overcoming and surviving with bipolar disease is very inspiring and she is an awesome author as well. Looking forward to seeing all the films there and meeting everyone too.

I am also writing poetry and though some of it is sad it is helping me to get out that sadness into words. But if you read the article you will see I wrote that I am collecting my poems about my husband into a book. Here is my latest poem:


Alone I watch the lone swan 
as she swims in the clear teal water
she lost her swanlings to the senseless
violence of random vandals
who swooped upon the secreted nest
and destroyed the tiny creatures
as all innocence is tainted and lost
and she swims without her mate
who disappeared mysteriously
and we bond 
this graceful feathery female
and I 
both uncoupled
adrift in the open world
she is me and I am her
memories flood my mind like
the tides ebbing and flowing
I remember our times together
along the path near the water
when you were no longer 
the one to beat
parts of you never mending 
though we didn’t know it then
we sat on the bench 
facing the inlet
I hoping to see the snowy egret
whose infinite patience I admired
and you concealing from me 
how spent you really were
and those afternoons driving home
by myself from the hospital 
and spying her from the bridge
majestic in her beauty
gliding alone and never thinking
like the lonely swan 
commanding the smooth water
that it would be me 
alone in the flow of life.

copyright 2015 by Barbara Ehrentreu

If you want to hear another poem of mine, "My Sorrow" read by Michael Amidei on World Poetry Open Mic you can go to my page on SoundCloud.

So what have you been doing this summer? Let me know in the comments and also if you are interested in reading my book as a beta reader let me know too. Leave your contact info.

Until the next time. I hope you will all listen tomorrow to my radio show and forgive me for not writing on this blog for so long. You can see I have been very busy this summer.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Meet Me at the Sunshine Book Show Party!!!

Friends and fellow authors I am happy to announce that I will be live on The Sunshine Book Show Party on July 8th at 6:30PM EST - 7:00PM. There will be games and prizes and I will be sharing parts of After with everyone. 

The party starts at 12 PM and goes to 8 PM. Lots of authors and great books will be there. Anyone who puts their name down here will be eligible for the raffle that night. So come on guys and get in on this!!!

Also, I will be asking questions about If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor and After

Put your name down in the comments here to get into the raffle. 

Until the next time, don't forget my radio show, Red River Radio Tales from the Pages will be on Thursday, June 25th and I have two fabulous guests, Phillip Matthew Roberts and Joseph Aquilino. 

See you all at the Sunshine Book Show Party on July 8th. That's a Wednesday!!!

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Welcome Guest Author Máirín Fisher-Fleming

I have the pleasure of introducing Máirín Fisher-Fleming to all of you. Máirín is a fellow author with MuseItUp Publishing and she has written Dancing on the Dark Side, a supernatural romance. 

Máirín is going to tell us more about herself now. I had the chance to ask her a few questions. 

  • Where were you born and where did you grow up?
I was born in Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada. We moved a lot when I was younger so I spent time in lots of different small towns in BC.  I'm not a city person. Cities are fine in small doses but I'm definitely a rural spirit.

  • What did you like to do as a child?
I loved to play outside. I wasn't a 'girly' girl (Still not) . I was happiest making up imaginary friends and and having adventures with them. Any story I read or show I watched became fodder for my imagination. I was Thierry La Fronde, Red Hugh of Donegal even Eliza Doolittle for a whileAnd yes, those fictional characters will squeal about my age.

  • Where do you live now?
I still live in British Columbia. We have a small farm in the Shuswap region. If I could live anywhere in the world I think I would live near an ocean.  I remember stepping off the plane in New Zealand and thinking 'I've come home.' If you believe in past lives, I'm pretty sure that's an indicator. 
  • Who or what inspired you to begin writing?
I've always written. I just finally got up the nerve to try getting published. But if there was one person, I'd have to say it was my Dad.  He read everything he could get his hands on and used to write poetry. He also wrote hilarious letters to me when he was away from the family.
  • What are some of the other things you like to do besides writing?
I LOVE reading.  I also dabble at gardening although to see the state of the beds at present, you'd never know it.  I have a lot of hobbies, just no time to devote to them.  It's funny, I actually had more time to do stuff when my kids were little. Now that they are more or less adults (they still live at home) I have little time for the things I would like to do.  There is always so many demands on my time. 

I can relate to that, because my kids are adults and live at home. It's funny how you wind up doing so much less than you did when they were little. We do a lot of stuff together, though.
  •  How did you get the idea for Dancing on the Dark Side?
I hope this doesn't sound trite but the concept came to me from a song. I see dancers when I listen to music; I picture steps and rhythms and the flow of movement.  The Goo Goo Dolls' Iris was the seed. The line "I'd give up forever to touch you," mirrors Ciarán's feelings towards Bliss.  And it just flows beautifully. The images I had in my head of the pair of them dancing together were pretty amazing. Not even sure I could put them into words.

Please let our readers know the path to publication for Dancing on the Dark Side.
My beta reader (and the other half of my brain) lives in Florida. We met through a (cringe) fan Fiction site. After a year or so of playing with other people's characters (in our case it was Tanya Huff's Blood Ties characters) we decided that it was time to unleash our own characters.  Considering Dancing started out as a YA first person narrative and the first draft was 244,000 words, it was a rather long road. However, great experiences at the Surrey International Writers Conference led to where the gang (as I refer to the four main characters of Dancing) and I are today.

  • What is a typical day of writing like for you?
I WISH I had a typical day for writing, but I work full time as a shipper/receiver so writing gets squeezed in between my full time job and my other full time job—running the farm, looking after a family and herding cats (there are 7 of them here)

  • Do have any WIP’s that are ready for publication? 
It's nowhere near ready for publication but my current WIP is a sequel that picks up right where Dancing On The Dark Side leaves off.  That was always the plan. 
  • Where can we find Dancing on the Dark Side?
It's available from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Kindle and iBooks to name a few. It's also available from the publisher MuseItUP Publishing. 

  • Finally, are you a pantser or a plotter?
I'm a little of both. I have a very vague outline of where the second book is going, or at least where I want it to end up. But I'm dealing with vampires, the Sidhe and other magical beings, so things take on a life of their own. So let's just say that I've sort of plotted it out but whether or not my characters will let me follow that plan remains to be seen. 

Máirín I have enjoyed learning more about you and now I am sure my readers are interested in finding out more about Dancing on the Dark Side. 


Spirited college senior Bliss is preparing to make her mark in the world of contemporary dance. She’s thrilled to be training at the prestigious Windhaven College of the Arts in Salem, Massachusetts. But things get weird the moment she sets foot on the campus.
Her new roommate, Rowan, is a mind-reading, storm-calling descendent of the Sidhe, the Fae of Ireland, with a secret agenda.
Ciarán, the charming TA for her performance class, is the most brilliant dancer she’s ever seen. Too bad he hides from the sun and has a taste for human blood. 
Bliss should have run screaming in terror, but Rowan’s magic has woken memories of a past life she cannot deny. The more she learns of Ciarán’s tragic past and the family of Sidhe he protects, the more she realizes she is a part of their world and her new ‘normal’ is anything but.
Enter the Order, ancient enemy of everything supernatural. To protect Bliss and the Sidhe, Ciarán draws her into the very heart of his magical world. Soon, instead of dancing together, they are fighting a bitter battle to prevent disaster from tearing them apart again. This time forever.

Oooh sounds like a book my readers would like. Let's read something from it:


“Bliss? Would you like to start over?” he asked again, sounding patient in a strained way.
“Should I start before or after I accused you of being a vampire?” She edged a little closer to the end of the bench and set her feet firmly into the turf, ready to run.
“Since you raised the issue, let’s go with that. I’m a vampire. Satisfied?”
She stared at him; how was a person supposed to respond to a statement like that? An icy lump formed in the pit of her stomach. His tone was suddenly much harder. And entirely serious. Laughter edged with hysteria burst from her lips. He didn’t move. There was no possible way it could actually be true. Just couldn’t! But even as she watched he changed. It was subtle, easy to overlook if someone wasn’t completely focused on him, but it was real. The eyes darkened until even the whites vanished, like the eyes of some rare and beautiful beast. And between his slightly parted lips, the points of inhumanly sharp canines gleamed.
“Holy shit!” She cringed and pulled away, promptly falling off the bench. Bliss scrambled back to her feet. While Ciarán, the most beautiful dancer she had ever known, watched an air of remote indifference.
* * * *
He watched her struggle to her feet. Her heart fluttered like the wings of a trapped bird. Gradually it slowed. Bliss looked at him intently for several very long minutes, while she collected herself. “You seem to be managing your condition very well,” she finally observed with clinical detachment.
“I don’t have a disease, Bliss. I’m a vampire.”
“So you’ve said.”
She knew what he was and he had no idea what she would do with the information. As usual, he lost the ability to think clearly in her presence. So he got up and walked away.
“You come back here!” She lurched after him, grabbed his arm, and tried to pull him around to face her. He rooted himself to the ground, and she trotted around to face him instead. “It’s all right, Ciarán.” She sounded unbelievably rational and calm; he was on the verge of losing it completely.
“Bliss, do you realize what I am?” Dear Goddess, he didn’t want to hurt her, but he would protect himself…protect the family…
“Yes I do. But now I need some answers.” She held out her hand to him. Very slowly he reached out and took it, allowing her to lead him back to the bench.
“So…you’re actually a vampire? You’re not a spy or in witness protection or something less exotic?”
“No, definitely a vampire—since sixteen-sixty-four.” He waited a moment for her to fully comprehend his statement.
“You’re over three hundred years old?”
“I suppose. Physically, I’m twenty-three—”
“Oh, my God! Is your entire family—er—coven—is that what you even call a group of vampires?” Bliss grasped his arm, excitement erasing any traces of fear. “I thought that only applied to witches. Are they vampires too? I saw them eat—they ate food—Niamh is an awesome cook—was that just an act for me?’’
“Slow down Bliss. They aren’t vampires, but they aren’t human, either.”
She froze, more shocked by that admission than by his earlier revelation. “They’re space aliens, aren’t they?”
Ciarán laughed in spite of himself. “No, but it feels that way sometimes. They’re Sidhe.”
“Say what?”
“Sidhe. The Tuatha de Danaan? The Fair Folk?”
“They’re just a legend.”
He raised his eyebrows. ”You’ll accept that I’m a vampire but deny the existence of the Fae? We are descended from them.”
“Vampires are actually Fae? Or Shee?” She didn’t quite get the pronunciation but it didn’t matter.
 I was Sidhe before I became vampire. It’s kind of complicated…”
She looked lost. “Everything about you is complicated.”
“It’s just easier to explain my place in their family. Niamh is a descendent of my brother, Aidan.”
“So he’s a vampire.”
“No, he’s been dead for two centuries.”
She looked at him from beneath a furrowed brow, the breeze drifting her hair over her face. She shoved it back impatiently. He could almost hear the wheels turning.
“I’ll try to explain everything but it could take a while. Could we go someplace a little more private?” He took her hand, and she stared at her hand in his for a moment but didn’t try to pull away. “You’ve obviously been thinking about this for a while now.”
 “After I overheard you guys talking, I did some research, but none of it added up. You still seem perfectly normal.”
“Thank you.” There was no attempt to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.
“You’re not what I ever imagined a vampire to be. You work in a coffee house, for God’s sake.”
“Would I be more acceptable if I lived in a castle, wore evening dress, and spoke with a thick Eastern European accent?” He leaned a little closer. “I vant to baht your neck.”
The accent was too much. She giggled.
“I have to blend in to survive. And up until now, I have.”
She sobered briefly. “Do you have a coffin full of dirt?”
“That’s a relief.”
* * * *
Resolve shrieked that she should get the hell out of there now! But Bliss wasn’t getting any nasty vibe from him, which was a little weird. He was three hundred years old. No! He was—immortal. Not to mention that his favourite meal was probably A positive.
Wikipedia needed to be updated. Vampires didn’t smell like rotting meat. Ciarán smelled like a Chicago winter when it was so cold the snow squeaked underfoot. Crisp, cold. Most guys had a sort of musky, sweaty smell…but Ciarán—God, it was intoxicating!

After reading this I am very interested in seeing more of it. Where can our readers find your work?


Although born and raised in British Columbia, Máirín takes pride in her Scots/Irish roots and in her family tradition of oral story telling.  Her love of reading and writing came at an early age, a gift inherited from her Dad.  Her taste in books is eclectic but there is nothing more satisfying than a well-spun tale full of intriguing characters.
            A former teacher of Theatre, Dance, Creative Writing and Journalism, she lives and works on the family farm in the Okanagan Valley, where she is slave to several feline overlords.  In addition to writing, Máirín is passionate about travel, especially to any place with an ocean beach. If she can’t have sand between her toes, Nordic skiing, riding her motorcycle and camping will suffice.


Thank you so much for hosting me on your blog.  Readers are welcome to stop by my Facebook page and ask questions (my website is still under construction—yet another project on my list) 

Máirín thank you for being my guest. I hope you will be back when the sequel to Dancing on the Dark Side is published.

Until the next time I went to see Jason Isbell last night at the refurbished Capitol Theater in Portchester, NY. Fantastic concert and if you have never listened to his music I suggest you do. He writes with truth and emotion and his voice is beautiful. 

I am on J.Q. Rose's blog Girls Succeed talking about After. Why I wrote it, and how you can use your own life experiences in writing your novel. I am giving away a free book of After for anyone who knows the name of one of Carolyn Samuels's best friends in If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor. So far no one has answered. Just leave your answer in the comments on her blog.

My radio show, Red River Radio Tales from the Pages is filling up with guests. My May show will feature Whit McClendon, who writes sci fi fantasy. He will be talking about his new book, Mage's Burden. Whit is also a black belt instructor in karate and other martial arts. Here is another show that I know you will want to hear. It will be on Thursday, May 28, 2015 at 4PM EST - 6PM EST.

June show is going to have a return guest, Joseph Aquilino and a new poet friend of mine, Phillip Quotient. It should be a very interesting and lively show so you won't want to miss it. Tune into Blog Talk Radio on Thursday, June 25, 2015.

I met Phillip Quotient on the chat room at World Poetry Open Mic  along with a lot of other delightful people who also write poetry. We read our poems every Friday night. For anyone who has ever wanted to share their poetry this is the place. There is absolutely no judgement and you meet other poets. 



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