Friday, August 28, 2015

Guest Post – The Experience of Working with a Ghost Writer

About Teera: A Life of Hope and Fulfillment
Teera’s life was beautiful. Having grown up in the splendor of a beachside paradise, Teera settled down in a good home with the love of her life and their two gorgeous children. Filled with love, joy, and a promising future, Teera’s world was nearly perfect, until the night her husband was violently murdered while the two of them lay in bed sleeping. The assailant intended to kill her too, but Teera survived. Devastated by loss and disfigured from a gruesome facial wound, her infants still to care for, Teera learned to endure and to carry on. Yet the murder was only the beginning. It would be years before Teera escaped the turmoil she faced in Sri Lanka, finding refuge for her family in a far away land. This is Teera’s life of hope and fulfillment, a declaration of faith and of love. Honest, inspiring and heart-rending, Teera’s is an incredible saga set against an enchanting tropical landscape tainted by bloodshed and betrayal.

Book Information
Paperback: 234 pages
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (February 22, 2015)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1502309599
ISBN-13: 978-1502309594
Product Dimensions: 5.2 x 0.6 x 8 inches

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Working with a Ghost-Writer by Teera deFonseka 

I chose to tell my story, but knew that I needed someone with a better grasp of the English language to write it for me. Working collabartively with Patrick Meissner, my ghost-writer has been a great experience for me. Patrick came to mean so much more than just a person hired to do a job. He became a member of my family, a trusted member, and someone who was always eager to listen.
Patrick is one of the best writers of the younger generation who can illuminate the drama and complexity of life with compassion, humor and honesty. He is a rising star, and fits in anywhere. It doesn’t matter where he is, or whom he is with, he adapts and always stays grounded.
We learned so much from each other and I found him to be a kid with integrity. To my amazement he turned out to be a remarkable young man who doesn’t seem to have the need to impress anyone, and is comfortable in his own skin.
For a moment I doubted this young man’s ability to understand the story of a woman from a country like Sri Lanka, with an enormous age and culture gap. Patrick at the time was only 22, with the shining smile of a sixteen year old. It took longer than both of us expected to present my story and Patrick and I had our ups and downs, but we put our trust in each other, and never hesitated to clear up our misunderstandings through communication. Sometimes, he became the detective, and came up with questions that made me go back to those trying times. Other times, he became my therapist, and over time, I learned that he is a peacemaker. We worked long hours and days, which also became a part of my healing journey.
My story could not have been told with the experience, patience and understanding of my co-writer.

Sri Lanka was not always a place to escape from. In many ways, I wish I never had to leave. But I did, and that’s another story that I’m only beginning to address. When I was growing up, Sri Lanka was paradise. It was home, and I didn’t know anything outside of the little teardrop shaped island off the coast of India that we called Ceylon.
It is customary where I come from to name the home that your family resides in. A lot of families would proudly display the name of their first-born son somewhere near the door. Others would display religious tributes or anything else that might be relevant to their household. My family’s home has a wooden sign with the name “Sea Breeze” carved into it, a tribute to both the ocean we lived on, and the safe serenity that home granted our family.

Teera de Fonseka is a mother, a grandmother, and a writer living in Los Angeles, California. In her free time she enjoys reading, writing and walking her dog, Tigger. Writing especially has become a hobby for Teera in recent years, as she has worked to publish her memoirs. She loves to spend her days, as she puts it, “writing her heart out.”
Writing has brought Teera a great deal of peace and she wants to encourage others to write their hearts out too. She hopes that her story can touch and inspire others. After having had a chance to tell her tale, Teera wants to keep helping people. She finds inspiration in the talent that she sees in the people around her. She wants to encourage these people to do everything that they can with these talents, and to live up to their potential; to trust in God’s plan for them.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Release Blitz: End Of Day @JewelE_Ann

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Meet Jack & Jill in End of Day by Jewel E Ann!  

Be sure to grab your copy of this uniquely dark and funny read at the following retailers:

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Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in the sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life.Four caskets. Two bodies.Jessica and Jude Day witness their funeral and that of their parents a few yards away from mourning family and friends. Stripped of the only life they’ve ever known, the Days say goodbye to San Francisco forever.Four months later, two thirty-year-old misfits with elite self-defense skills and penchants for alcohol, sex, and trouble arrive like an earthquake to Peaceful Woods, a retirement community in Omaha, Nebraska, that thrives on rules and gossip. Welcome home, Jackson and Jillian Knight.Jackson celebrates his new beginning by embracing his job and wiping his cavalier past clean with a temporary oath of celibacy. But Jillian’s past is branded into her soul—the deaths, the insanity, Dr. Luke Jones, and the need to make her lovers bleed. Her chance for redemption comes in the form of a next door neighbor, one Senior Master Sergeant Monaghan. He’s sexy, dangerously alluring, and riddled with emotional issues from years of service. He’s also … So. Damn. Grumpy.Their mission is simple: Let go, start over, don't kill anyone, and pray that nobody wakes the dead.

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“Come inside, AJ.” Jillian shrugged off her leather jacket as she walked in the house.
              “I don’t want to see your—” The door shut before AJ could finish his protest.
              Jillian snagged an apple from the counter and washed it. The grin on her face grew as she waited for the backdoor to open. She knew AJ was standing in her garage, grumpy as hell, contemplating his move. There was little doubt in her mind that he would eventually come inside. She knew underneath that seemingly impenetrable layer of stubbornness was an undeniable curiosity that made him just as human as everyone else.
              “You realize half the damn neighborhood thinks you’re married, and now you’ve got them thinking there’s something going on between us—” AJ let his cheery self into the house.
              “Is there not something going on between us?”
              He helped himself to a seat at the table. Jillian plopped down in the chair next to him, propping her boots up on his legs. He frowned at her boots.
              “What do you need, AJ?” She threw his words back at him. “Do you want to go downstairs and duke it out? Do you want to fuck me doggie style until I howl at the moon? Do you need me to suck you off to help relieve a bit of that pent-up anger you carry around all day?”
              His jaw twitched as he stared at her with such intensity it nearly cracked her own fa├žade. “Yes.” Just one word.
              Jillian paused mid-chew, waiting for more, but he offered nothing. She continued eating her apple.
              “What did you see that messed you up so bad?”
              “Who said I’m messed-up?”
              She chuckled. “Fair enough. Why don’t you ask me out on a proper date: flowers, cloth napkins, fine wine, a chaste kiss goodnight?”
              AJ raised a suspicious brow. “Chaste kiss? Has a guy ever given you a chaste kiss and lived to tell about it?”
              “So you won’t ask me out because you’re afraid of me?”
              “I fear no one.”
              Jillian’s eyes widened. “Wow. Lucky you.”
              AJ shoved her boots off his legs then dusted off the nonexistent dirt. “Who do you fear?”
              Jillian finished her apple, core included, then tugged off her boots before drawing her knees to her chest. “Where to begin …”
About the Author
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Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.
After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.
When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.
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