Monthly Archives: May 2015

Book In My Hands

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My first novel is now in my hot little hands!

My mother ordered the first one and it came today. I feels surreal to old my first work like this. I’ve dreamed of this day since I was little. I’m calm, but happy. I’m calm, but ready to work more into book 2. (having some writer’s block, argh) I want to get outside in this beautiful weather and dance and party with my dear friend Robert. Robert…oh dear Robert! It was you who pushed me to talk to Eden Glenn. It was you who kept insisting that I hook up with Rebel Ink Press. It was you who pushed and pushed me into the right direction to see my dream come true.

To my Parents – Thank you for reading thousands and thousands of novels in this family home over the years. For reading all kinds of genres – Romance, Military, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Mystery. Thank you for keeping as much of your book collection as you could every time we moved around the country. Thank you for putting up with my emotions as I pushed to get what I always wanted – my dream to come true!

To my MPHS classmates – you know who you are! Thank you for believing in me and thanks for tolerating my first manuscript back in school. (THAT piece will never see the light of day) Thank you for being my cheerleaders as I kept writing. Thank you for the party to jump start me out of there. I miss you all so much!

To Dave – Thank you for being there for me throughout this whole experience from 2003-present. Brainstorming with me. Believing in me. Pushing me to write. Being my archival guy. Being there when I cried. Being my first reader and mild editor. For being there for me throughout it all.

To Robert – Thank you for pushing me toward Eden Glenn Thank you for giving me the courage to talk to her on FB. Thank you for helping promote my work and being there when I needed a shoulder to cry on. Thank you for putting up with my fears and doubts.

To Eden Glenn – Thank you for pushing me toward this goal in the beginning publishing process and throughout. Thank you for being my mentor, for teaching me the basic noob learning curves. Thank you for cheering me on. Thank you for answering all my questions, and there will be more.

To my Publisher – Thank you for believing in my writing, in this story and the stories to come. Thank you for being patient with me even when I may have been confusing at times. Thank you for teaching me how it all works. I love learning this business! Thank you for believing in me. Thank you from the core of my heart and soul.

 

Now, to relax a bit, dance a bit in the glow of my happiness and re-read book 2 to get back on the ball again.

Soul’s Little Lie: Whispers In The Hall coming soon.

 

 

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Soul’s Little Lie paperback at Amazon and BnN

In case anyone can’t find the links to my book for purchase….

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Souls-Little-Lie-Tara-Dobbs/dp/1940315786/ref=la_B00UIESXFC_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1432588266&sr=1-1

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Soul-s-Little-Lie?store=allproducts&keyword=Soul%27s+Little+Lie

Soul’s Little Lie:

Vivian Warren has been practicing magic all her life and has finally found herself face to face with her spirit guide. The sorrow in the man’s eyes compels her to go with him on a journey to his home in Lowell, Massachusetts. Hot on their trail, Detective Jacob Umari must uncover the link between this mysterious man with Vivian and a cold case file. The Soul’s Little Lie series is a haunting, psychological soft horror mystery filled with love, fear, and a glimpse into the workings of a broken heart.

Excerpts can be found here:

Part 1 – https://www.booktrack.com/content/read/f9430a21c6fc415fbd24a3fd1e551b60

Part 2 – https://www.booktrack.com/content/read/ad7ad8ce917245e4a671158035242ed0

 

Soul’s Little Lie paperback is here…

I’m so happy to announce the paperback of my first novel Soul’s Little Lie has arrived! It is a print on demand type of book. Mind, I did not self publish. My books are published by Rebel Ink Press.

You can order it here at Createspace.com:  https://www.createspace.com/5464094

The paperback is in the final stages to be on Barnes & Noble shelves. I will announce that as soon as everything is done.

Please leave reviews at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, OmiLit.com and AllRomanceEbooks.com

Enjoy the hauntings of Vivian Warren’s mind, will she get out of it alive? You’ll have to read it to find out.

Chapter 1 of Soul’s Little Lie excerpt

Chapter One

Jacob Umari looked feverishly through cold case files, even the old ones that were now considered training material by the Bureau. There was one file that caught his eye: Lowell, Massachusetts. Sticking out of the folder was some old parchment paper that felt like animal skin. A tingle drifted through his fingers and down his spine as he lifted the file from the box. Looking down the dimly lit rows of shelves, he saw a shadowed figure a few shelves down under a light fixture.

That case is closed. Is this what you really want?” Jacob asked calmly, lifting the heavy parchment out a little trying to read the words written in black ink that looked to have oxidized over time. Upon closer inspection he saw the words were in ancient Gaelic and Latin. Looking up from the folder toward the figure again, the only response was a slow nod before he turned away, his black trench coat trailing behind. Running after him, all Jacob saw were rows of shelves,the man seemed to disappear. Taking out his cell phone, Jacob speed dialed his friend Frankie.

Hello,” Frankie answered, inform somewhere inside his home in California.

I think I’m going to need your help on this,” slipping the file folder under his jacket, Jacob made his way to the elevator. “Could you meet me at the Commons in three days? I know it’s short notice, but I really need your help. This whole mess just got a lot more complicated. I feel her presence. She’s near.” Jacob spoke fast, almost nervous.

****

Get up, soldier!” the man demanded. “Get up!”

Carl awoke with a start seeing he’d fallen out of bed, looking down at a tight woven blue carpet floor beneath him. Lifting himself off the floor he looked around to get his bearings.

Attention, soldier!” the man roared again to which Carl looked around frantically. There was no one in the room with him.

Wiping the beads of sweat off his brow, Carl picked up a white under shirt off the fabric chair, slipping it on as he stumbled around. The loud, bellowing deep male voice echoed through his ears again. Feeling disoriented, he fell to his knees. Scrambling back up, his fingers found the hotel card key on the dresser.

You’re pathetic!” another male voice bellowed.

What are you doing here?” Carl asked, stumbling a little to the bed, his hands shaking. No one answered. Catching his breath, he sighed, “What am I doing here?” Blinking, Carl looked around where he was again, “Yeah, that’s right. I need to get going, but…” he paused, slipping on his shoes, “I don’t know. Do I really want to?”

Standing before the mirror on the dresser, he wiped his face again looking himself over. Looking to the right of the mirror he saw a man sitting on the bed near the bathroom. He looked awfully familiar. Too familiar. Turning around swiftly in hopes of catching the man in the flesh, Carl found there was no one sitting on the bed.

You know you want to. You just have to pull yourself together,” the familiar male voice affirmed.

I don’t know,” Carl breathed, his words shaky as they left his lips, “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Of course you can. We talked about it for months. For years. You have no choice. You’ll have to pick up where I left off,” the male voice trailed off into the distance as though moving through a wall.

Carl waited with baited breath for the male voice to appear again, but nothing came. Turning the small faucet in the bathroom, Carl splashed water on his face.

I have to do this. It’s the only way to get to him,” Carl said at last. Grabbing his car keys and pulling on a button up blue shirt, as he walked out of his hotel room with determination.

 

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