#CoverReveal:  BATTLE CRY by Melissa Snark

 BATTLE CRY by Melissa Snark

A Victoria Storm novel 

#3 Loki’s Wolves series 

Genre:  Paranormal/urban fantasy 

Coming in June 2014  * * *  Add to your Goodreads Shelf

“We meet Valkyrie Victoria Storm in the middle of a blood bath, and we did continue on from there. I must say Melissa Snark has all the makings of an awesome story teller.”

Gloria Lakritz

Sr. Reviewer and Review Chair for the Paranormal Romance Guild

“A definite must read for anyone who enjoys urban fantasy.”

Lisa Lester

Fight For Your Write Blog

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better…

 Blurb:

 War with human hunters has devastated the werewolf pack of Sierra Pines. Only Valkyrie Victoria Storm and a handful of female wolves still live. With her mate dead, there is no one to protect her or her unborn child. An unwelcome attraction to a hunter complicates her life even further.  She reluctantly agrees to attend peace talks with Jake Barrett, the notorious Hunter King, a man who believes she murdered his son.

 Hunter Sawyer Barrett has been trying to kill Victoria Storm for so long, he doesn’t know whether he loves her or hates her.  Desperate to end the war he started, he’s willing to take chances with everything but his heart, but he harbors a deadly secret he’s determined to keep. 

 When peace talks fail, Victoria does the only reasonable thing an angry Valkyrie can do: she kidnaps her worst enemy and makes her escape in a fire engine red convertible muscle car. All along an ancient evil plots the destruction of wolves and hunters alike.

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THE CHILD THIEF (LOKI’S WOLVES #1) is free on Amazon and Goodreads. 

Author Bio:

Melissa Snark is a paranormal and romance author with a particular interest in werewolf and Norse mythology. Her Loki’s Wolves series combines elements of both in a contemporary fantasy setting. She lives in Northern California with her husband, three children and glaring of cats.

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A missing person or crime drama in books and television is always exciting. A body is found or a crime is committed and the case is solved. And unless you’re watching Cold Case or reading a true crime novel, the case is usually solved in less than a year. The victim’s family doesn’t age, the cops don’t retire, and the DA never leaves office with the case unsolved. But real life is different. Despite forensics and DNA, cases go unsolved, bodies go unidentified, and families are left grieving, never knowing what happened to their missing loved ones.

Other than having my home broken into four times between 1984 and 1987, crime never directly affected me. It still hasn’t, but on March 4, 2003, I witnessed something that left a lasting impression. It wasn’t a murder or a mugging, but it bothered me nonetheless.

That day in late winter, 2003, I checked my girls out of school to take them to the orthodontist. At the time, my oldest, Jennifer, was sixteen and Lauren was thirteen. After the appointment, we stopped at McDonald’s for milkshakes and then went shopping before heading home on Interstate 85 in north central North Carolina. We were almost at our exit when we came upon what at first glance, looked to be the scene of an accident.

Traffic slowed to a near crawl but I couldn’t move over into the next lane. So, I slowed down as we passed the emergency vehicles. Out of respect, my oldest daughter reached over and turned off the radio. As we turned to look out the passenger side window, we saw EMS workers carrying a black body bag strapped to a stretcher up from the ravine next to the interstate. There was a collective gasp followed by silence. This was no accident.

There was no wrecked car on the side of the road and apparently, no rush to get the victim to the hospital. Even before we saw the news that night, we knew someone had discovered a body.

Earlier that afternoon, a man driving toward Durham pulled off the side of the interstate when his vehicle overheated. That section of road is next to a wooded area where Ledge Creek overflows into a somewhat marshy area between mile-markers 192 and 193. The driver spotted a beaver pond and when he walked toward it to get water for his radiator, he discovered a partially decomposed female in a semi-fetal position by the water’s edge.

I can’t imagine how horrifying that must have been for him. Just seeing her body being brought up from the pond haunted both of my daughters and me for years.  We later learned the victim was an unidentified mixed race female between the ages of 13 and 16.  Authorities said she didn’t appear to have been beaten or stabbed. She also had no form of identification on her. She didn’t have any scars, marks, or tattoos, and her ears were not pierced. It also appeared that she had been dead four to six weeks before she was discovered.

Authorities sent her body to the Medical Examiner’s office in Chapel Hill, but it would be years before she was identified.

In November, authorities sent the skull and details of the case to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children for facial reconstruction. The Granville County Sheriff’s department posted the image on its webpage and elsewhere on the internet, but the mystery remained unsolved.

As spring turned into summer and summer into fall, I couldn’t drive passed that section of interstate without thinking of that young girl and her family. Had they reported her missing? Did the authorities know who she was or how she died?

Due to weather conditions at the time of her death, determining how long the body had been there and how she died seemed impossible. By the following winter, the crime remained unsolved and the crime scene tape was still in place. Every time I drove passed, a chill would settle in the pit of my stomach. Had anyone even reported her missing? Who was this forgotten girl?

When found, she was fully dressed with a sweatshirt and socks but no shoes. There was no evidence of drugs or sexual assault and no evidence that she had been shot or stabbed. The body was too badly decomposed to tell if she had been strangled. So, I suppose the hyoid bone was still intact or the authorities would have speculated that strangulation was the cause of death, but I never saw any news articles about the remains being identified. Despite nationwide attention and local officials’ best efforts, Granville County’s Jane Doe remained unidentified and people seemed to have forgotten about her.

Years passed and I heard nothing more about her or her case. It wasn’t until recently when I decided to look for information about her on the internet that I found out her remains had finally been identified–in April 2007–more than four years after her body was found. The body’s discovery made the news as did her reconstructed image when authorities released it in November 2003. And in 2006, there was a newspaper article written about her, detailing what little information was available. Then in  May 2007, http://doenetwork.org/cases/identified7.html  identified her as Chrystle Edmonds of Waldorf, Maryland. The link states that identification was made through DNA and that a member of the Doe Network assisted in the identification. There is no other information.

To this day, I can find nothing about her or how she might have died. I can’t find any news articles on the case other than a link about her body being found and another about her being identified. I’ve learned her name, but I don’t know who she was, why she was in NC, or how she died. I do not know if she had a family that loved her or if she truly was one of the forgotten. And to me, that is one of the saddest facets of this case.

It’s as if she has been forgotten twice.

More details of this story can be found at http://z13.invisionfree.com/PorchlightUSA/index.php?showtopic=4788

And, if you’d like more information on missing and exploited children, contact  https://secure.missingkids.com/HowYouCanHelp

I’s time for another Character Corner Interview. Today’s guest is Dr. Clayton Montgomery from the novel UNCHAINED MEMORIES by author Maria Imbalzano.

LG: Where were you born?

CM: Princeton, NJ where I still live and work.

LG: What do you do for a living?

CM: I’m an ER doctor at Nassau General Hospital in the borough of Princeton. I can actually walk to work, although I usually don’t. With my long hours and shift schedule, by the time I leave the hospital I’m too tired to walk.

LG: Shift work sucks, especially in a large hospital. I’ve been an x-ray technologist for 30 plus years, and I worked third shift at a Level One Trauma center for three years way back in the day. Now, for the day job, I mostly do mammograms. So, other than working all the time, what else is going on in your life?

CM: I’m head of the ER and I’m trying to get funding to add two doctors. We’re really busy and all of us work more shifts and longer shifts than we should.  But obtaining funding these days is difficult given the poor economy.

LG: Health Care isn’t what it used to be, that’s for sure. I don’t think there’s a hospital in the country that’s fully staffed at the moment, but let’s not get into that! Too many hot buttons on all sides of the issue. So, let’s move on to your personal life. Do you even have one? *laughs*  Is there a special someone at the moment?

CM: Funny you should ask.  I just ran into an acquaintance from ten years ago at a charity gala. She just moved back to Princeton, although I think it’s a temporary move. Her sister’s husband died suddenly, so she relocated to help her sister and her niece and nephew.  Not a happy homecoming, but I’m glad she’s back.

LG:  From the tone of your voice, it sounds like there’s a story there. How did you two meet?

CM: Ten years ago, Charley – Charlotte – was a patient at the hospital and I was an intern. She’d been in a serious car accident and both of her parents were killed.  She was in the hospital , then re-hab, for months. One of my fellow interns and I not only tended to her physical problems, but we tutored her in calculus and physics so she could graduate with her class. She was a sweet girl. Now she’s . . . more than sweet.

LG: Ah…I see. So, what’s keeping you two apart?

CM: Let’s start with the fact that she’s a medical malpractice lawyer. She represents patients against doctors and hospitals.

LG: Ouch! That could be a conflict of interest.

CM: Our philosophical differences on the benefits and detriments of costly lawsuits are interfering with our friendship. She’s clearly not going to give up her career and neither am I. It’s just a matter of time before she’ll be involved in a lawsuit against one of my colleagues at the hospital.

LG: And there’s one of those hot buttons. Geez. It’s sometimes hard to know what’s right when perception and emotions often carry more weight than fact. So, how would you like to see this situation resolved?

CM: She can always switch sides (smiles). Represent the good guys, the doctors.

LG: I’ve seen some major medical screw-ups over the years. And sometimes, the patients don’t even know a mistake was made. But I’ve also seen good doctors get sued when they’ve done everything right and the patient dies anyway. They’re not Gods, but some people are just sue happy. And some people are just grieving and need someone to blame. It’s not always easy to know who the good guys are. But that’s another conversation best left for another time. What other obstacles stand in your way?

CM: I have a feeling Charlotte chose to practice medical malpractice for a reason. I don’t know that reason yet, but I hope to spend more time with her, get to know her now that she’s an adult.

LG: Wonder if it has something to do with the death of her parents. Hmm. Sounds like a bit of a mystery there. Is there a happily ever after in your future?

CM: Up until now, I’ve been too busy practicing medicine to get involved in a significant relationship.  Besides, I’ve been helping finance my younger sibling’s education over the past ten years.  I have two brothers and two sisters. I’m the oldest and have been able to help the most. As each one graduates, they start to pay me back and help with the next one.  My brothers are CPAs in town. My sisters are both in their last year of grad school; one is in med school and the other law school.  Once they’re done, maybe I’ll consider a relationship. I’m not getting any younger.

LG: Geez, you’re still young and sexy in my book! *chuckles* So, any last comments before I turn this interview over to Maria Imbalzano?

CM: Wish me luck with Charley.

LG: You got it!

Maria Imbalzano is a matrimonial lawyer in central New Jersey where she not only uses her law degree to navigate her clients through the court system, but her psychology degree to guide them through their personal struggles. While writing motions, legal memoranda, and briefs is fascinating, it pales in comparison to creating memorable characters and taking them on their emotional journeys.

In addition to practicing law and writing fiction, Maria enjoys spending time with her husband and two daughters either at home or at the Jersey Shore.

Blurb:

As a rising medical malpractice attorney, Charlotte Taylor believes in standing up for the injured, giving them a voice, and advocating for their rights. She couldn’t do it for her mother, so she does it for others, even if it means losing the love of her life.

Dr. Clayton Montgomery believes in working hard and playing even harder, until he reconnects with Charlotte. Barely noticing her crush when he tutored her ten years ago, Clay has a chance to make up for lost time when the beautiful lawyer comes back into town…until he discovers her chosen career path.

Now, philosophical differences soon become a reality and Charlotte is faced with the choice of representing a client against the hospital and against Clay. Will Charlotte give up her career and her tribute to her mother for a second chance with the man who got away?

Excerpt:

Red. Hot. Sexy.

Like magnets, Clay’s eyes clicked on Charlotte, unable to repel the force holding them. Her chestnut hair was held up in a loose, sexy do that had him itching to pull the pins to release it. Her strapless dress showcased a long neck and creamy shoulders that called out to be kissed. His involuntary focus on her lovely traits throughout the evening had made him a rude dinner companion, unable to answer even the easiest of questions.

He had come here tonight to socialize with the powers that be at the hospital, to talk up the ER, to lay the groundwork for future requests. But his concentration had been directed elsewhere. Since he’d squandered his opportunity to network, he should leave. But here he was at the bar at ten-thirty, waiting for a scotch and soda. The band was heavily into their Motown set and many of the revelers packed the dance floor.

Across the room, Clay zeroed in on Charlotte talking to a group of men, her red gown like a flame in a sea of black. He smiled. She sure knew how to turn heads. His included.

But he knew her better than those clowns. He knew the sweet, tough eighteen-year-old who’d lost her parents within hours of each other. The broken girl whose emotional health had worried Dr. Collins, their chief of surgery, much more than her physical wounds.

As the band segued into a slow song, Clay covered the distance between them. “Excuse us, gentlemen, but the lady promised me a dance, and I’d like to claim it now.” He deposited his drink on an empty table and guided her toward the dance floor.

“I don’t recall promising you a dance.” Her beautiful face held the hint of a smile.

“You don’t? I must have dreamed it.”

He pulled her into his embrace, and moved with the music around the floor, feeling like one of the luckiest men there. Although she hadn’t promised anything, she glided around the room, following his lead. Her perfume intoxicated him more than any drink ever could, and the movement of her graceful body against his had his heart palpitating.

Little Charley Taylor had certainly grown up, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to know her now. As an adult. Ten years removed from the time their lives had intersected. He called on his memory, pulling up their very last encounter.

“I’m leaving for college today.” She stood tentatively in his office doorway, her crystal blue eyes so expressive in their sadness. “I wanted to thank you for all your help, especially with physics and calculus. I never would have done so well without…you.” She avoided his eyes as her voice trailed off, choked with tears.

His heart constricted, startling him. He hadn’t anticipated the day she would no longer be around; trailing him at the hospital, asking incessant questions, teasing him for being so serious. His life was on overload with his internship, not allowing him to realize the time he dedicated to her was not just tolerated, but treasured.

He walked around the desk, intending to give her a friendly hug, but when he took her in his arms something changed. Her familiar flowery scent awakened his senses as if he’d been in a deep sleep and he closed his eyes to heighten the aroma. Her body fit against his like a shadow. He fought the confusing stimuli. This was Charley, his former patient and pupil. But that wasn’t who he held close, who he breathed in. When had she become more than that?

Charley hugged him hard, laughing through tears. “I hate good-byes.” Before making her escape she added, “Dr. Collins has my information at school. Call me sometime. Let me know what you’re up to.”

Clipped, hasty words said with a matter-of-factness meant to cover up the emotions she plainly felt. The same emotions that had just blind-sided him.

Then she turned and walked away, her new life ahead of her.

Clay’s lips touched Charley’s forehead as they circled the dance floor. He closed his eyes, taking in the smoothness of her skin. Before he could stop himself he asked, “How’d you like to go out to dinner one night next week?”

For more information, go to www.mariaimbalzano.com

To purchase UNCHAINED MEMORIES go to http://amzn.com/B00FDZ6HWM or

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/unchained-memories/id792433770?mt=11

Today, I have Wild Rose Press author, Tricia Schneider on my blog and a link to the 25 Days of Christmas countdown for The Wild Rose Press where you can enter to win some great prizes just in time for the new year.  Please visit The Wild Rose Press blog  today where I just happen to have a blog post and emotional video posted.  In the mean time don’t forget to click the Amazon link below for a FREE copy of Tricia’s new release, The Witch’s Thief.  Yes, I said FREE! But just until tomorrow. So hurry and get your copy. And help me welcome Tricia.

Hi Lilly,

I’m a pantster, meaning I write by the seat of my pants. Some authors are plotters. They plot and outline their novel before they begin writing. Most of the times, I know where I’m going in my head but I rarely write it down unless I’m afraid I might forget it. Like a small detail or turning point of the story. Personally, I think being a plotter is the wisest decision and I envy those writers who can do it. It makes sense to have a guideline or map so you know where you’re going when writing your novel.

But, for me, it just doesn’t work. I learn about my characters and their destinations along with the reader. I feel like a reader when I’m writing the story. What’s going to happen next? If I’m excited about that question, then I hope my reader is, too. But then comes my trouble…sometimes even I don’t know what happens next!

It’s almost as if the characters stop ‘speaking’ to me. They sort of just stand around looking at me with accusing glares and yell, “Well, aren’t you the author? You tell us what to do!”

When times like that occur, I need to step back and think about the story in a different way. Most times I’ll brainstorm. I imagine at least three different paths or possibilities scenarios for my characters. Then I’ll choose the one that seems the most unlikely or unexpected. Usually, that’s enough to keep me going.

That’s how I wrote my newest release, The Witch’s Thief. There were two spots in this story when I wondered what was going to happen next. I had to think about it for a week before the characters began to ‘speak’ to me again. It’s my way of working through a tough spot.

The Witch’s Thief is being offered FREE on Kindle from December 17-21. Hurry over and grab your copy!

Here’s a blurb and excerpt for The Witch’s Thief:

To save her sister’s life, Julia Grey seeks a spell hidden somewhere within Merriweather Manor. Her position as a lady’s companion affords her the freedom to search the house. But time is running out. The necromancer she’s bargained with is growing impatient. And an unexpected appearance of a man from her past makes matters worse in an already complicated situation.

Basil Merriweather returns to England after ten years abroad to discover his childhood sweetheart living in his home. But, he’s no longer the carefree man of his youth and she’s hiding something–deadly secrets Basil vows to uncover even as he hides a dark secret of his own.

While neither Basil nor Julia will trust in the other, their hearts speak a truer language.  In a grand attempt to save Julia’s sister and Basil’s life, the two must finally confess sinister truths. Will their admissions help or hinder any future they may have together? Or will the necromancer destroy all in a vile attempt at revenge.

Excerpt:

“What are you doing?”

He ignored her frantic questioning. Instead, he blocked out the sound of her voice and raised his arms into the air at his sides, his fingers splayed out as he extended his senses to scan the area. His power eased out, like extensions of his fingertips, stretching into the corners of the room, seeking, searching for the source of the magic he sensed.

It was here…somewhere.

He had sensed it earlier on his arrival, but being that his aunt and siblings practiced magic on a regular basis he’d never given it a second thought.

This room, however, stank with it. He smelled the odor, something strangely like sulfur…

“A spell has been cast in this room,” he muttered. A strange spell. Odd. A spell he’d never sensed before, something new. It felt off is some way he couldn’t explain. Who would be working new magic of this kind in his home? And, in this room in particular. Aunt Petunia worked her spells in the privacy of her rooms upstairs, or sometimes in the gardens, but never in this room. And his siblings each, practiced in their own private settings, places where they could concentrate without the threat of being disturbed. A fairly difficult task with the number of people normally in residence at Merriweather Manor.

He took a step closer to the center of the room where he sensed a surge of power. He shivered as coldness seeped into his skin. It wrapped around his arm, sinking into his flesh, right down to the bone. This was not right.

The magic in his house was always full of warmth and gentleness. Goodness and love. This magic chilled him to the bone. His heart skipped a beat. There was fear, terror, pain. This spell was full of darkness.

About the author:

Tricia Schneider is a paranormal and gothic romance author. She worked as an Assistant Manager at a bookstore for several years. Now she writes full-time while raising her 3 young children in the coal region of Pennsylvania. For more information about her books visit:

Website: http://www.triciaschneider.com

Blog: http://www.shadowsofromance.blogspot.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authortriciaschneider

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/triciaschneider

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/triciaschneider

To buy her books:

The Wild Rose Press:

http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=191&products_id=5437

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Witchs-Thief-Tricia-Schneider-ebook/dp/B00G8HXMJK/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1386035934&sr=1-1&keywords=the+witch%27s+thief

When I was growing up, Thanksgiving Day was spent at my paternal grandparents’ home. We had the traditional holiday meal served in my grandmother’s large formal dining room on fine china with real crystal and real silverware.  The children ate in the kitchen on less-formal dishes at a still properly set table.

Then on Friday or Saturday, we’d head to Virginia to spend time with my mom’s family. The food was just as good but the family atmosphere was much less formal. Sadly, my mom’s parents died within one year of one another before my fourteen birthday. So, it’s my paternal grandmother’s traditions that have stuck with me over the years.

My dad’s folks lived on a farm in a large two story home with six bedrooms, a large formal dining room, huge country kitchen and a formal living room my grandmother called a parlor. My dad’s mom was a real Southern lady, which isn’t to say that my mom’s mom wasn’t a lady. She was just as Southern and just as much the lady, but she was much more down to earth. She and my my maternal grandfather were a bit more country, despite the fact that they lived in town. But it’s those formal family gatherings at my paternal grandparents’ house that I fondly remember around the holidays.

My grandmother insisted we know proper table manners and how to set a proper table. She even placed the food in serving dishes on the table. But she had four sons who each had wives and between them, they produced nine children. Eventually, she  started serving the food buffet style, but she still set the table with fine china, even if we did have to pick up a plate and go get in line for our food.  As the family grew and expanded, tables were eventually set up in the parlor and in my grandmother’s bedroom with the youngest children still eating in the kitchen. And still, she used her best dishes and sterling silver flatware.

By the time my daughters were preteens, my grandfather’s health was failing and there were fewer and fewer formal meals.  After he died, my grandmother still served food, but the crowds were smaller and the tables were much less formal. Even before his death, traditions had changed as my dad, his brothers, and their families started their own traditions. Then ten years ago, my grandmother died and the family gatherings stopped. I suppose she was the glue that held my dad’s family together. We still see one another off and own at weddings, reunions, and the occasional cookout, but not like we did when I was growing up.

After my dad’s folks died, mom hosted Thanksgiving for her own children and grandchildren. My brother, younger sister, and I are married with children, but our older sister was severely, physically handicapped. After she went to live in a group home, I occasionally hosted Thanksgiving at my house. With such a large crowd, it was informal and everyone contributed to the food with dad cooking a ham or turkey. It was a bit reminiscent of those times at my maternal grandparents’ home, but with more people.

As the next generation has grown, married, and begun having children of their own, more have split from the group. Then two years ago, my older sister died. But, we still manage to have a crowd at Thanksgiving and for the last two years, I have hosted it. And while a less formal meal is easier, for the last two years, I think I’ve been channeling my paternal grandmother. And I’ve discovered something about myself. I love hosting dinner parties!

I love cooking traditional Thanksgiving food and using china and stemware. I also love using my grandmothers’s monogrammed sterling silver flatware I inherited when she died. And I love setting an elegant table. 

Of course, I don’t use linen napkins the way my grandmother did. I do own cloth napkins, but I don’t use them. However, I did add a creative touch with the paper napkins, by folding them into little fans and making turkey tail feathers and stuffing them into the napkin rings.

I even set an elegant counter place setting for the overflow. There was even a children’s table set up in the sun room for my nephews and cousin’s daughter.

I loved hosting Thanksgiving so much that I’m now wishing I had a formal dining room like my grandmother’s.

I have a dining room, but it’s more of an eat-in kitchen. No wall separates the kitchen from the dining room–just a bar. It’s nice for those informal meals because the room is big enough for everyone to eat together. But for larger gatherings when I want to pull out all the stops and serve Southern style the way my grandmother did, it would be nice to have a large, old fashioned dining room like hers.

Of course, there were a few differences in my meal and the ones my grandmother served. Although I had under twenty people dining, neither my table nor my dining room are big enough to place serving pieces on the table, so the food was set out buffet style on the counter. And, there was wine, something I don’t remember my grandmother EVER serving…although, she did make a mean rum cake.

Incidentally, the hutch and white table I have on my sun porch was on my grandmother’s utility porch at one time. So, I guess in a way, I really am a bit more like my paternal grandmother than my maternal one. I know I look more like her than I did my mom’s mom. My sisters were both more like her. So is my youngest daughter, even though she’s blond. She swears she doesn’t even want to own china when she gets married.

My oldest daughter, on the other hand, is more like my dad’s mom, my mom, and me. She collects lead crystal and Polish pottery, and she loves her formal dining room. So I know when I am too old to serve Thanksgiving meals, my oldest will step up to the challenge–if she isn’t still living in Germany by then.

Until then, I’ll try to make everyone happy. I’ll have my formal, sit down meal with my good china and then, we’ll add a little family fun and craziness, just like we did this year. Who says you can’t have a bit of non-traditional fun at a traditional Thanksgiving dinner? 

The summer of 2007, I realized it had been eighteen months since my last mammogram and clinical breast exam. As a mammographer, I felt I should practice what I preached.  So, I made an appointment with my doctor for a physical. My clinical breast exam was normal so my doctor wrote an order for a screening mammogram, which I had the Friday before father’s day.

The hospital where I worked still used film-screen technology then. So, after my co-worker performed the exam at the end of the day, I waited with her by the film processor and watched as she hung up each film. And there, right next to my chest wall was a tiny, spiky lesion that was not there on prior exams. I knew from having seen other lesions like it that it was most likely cancer, and my heart dropped.

The radiologist had already left for the day, so I had to wait until Monday for him to read my films.

The following Monday, I went into his office and told him I wanted him to be honest. By then, I’d had the entire weekend to consider all possibilities and I was prepared for the verdict. If this were cancer, we’d caught it early. There was NOTHING there eighteen months earlier.

The radiologist said he was 80% sure it was going to come back positive for cancer but he wanted additional imaging before he suggested a biopsy.  On June 21, 2007, I had a diagnostic mammogram that confirmed the radiologist’s suspicions. He recommended a biopsy.

Because I work in a hospital that performs breast needle localization procedures and biopsy, my doctor and radiologist worked with the surgeon and got me on the OR schedule for the following week. And on July 3, 2007, I got the confirmation I had been dreading. I had breast cancer.

For the next five months, I underwent more surgical procedures, a breast MRI, chemotherapy, and radiation. I had a surgically implanted port-a-cath and I lost my hair.  But all treatments ended the week before Christmas 2007 and I was declared “cured.” Which really means, I didn’t have any known cancer in my body.

Since being declared cancer-free, I have spent the last six years following up with oncologist and surgeons. I’ve had two more biopsies (done stereotactically with no visible scars) that were both negative, and I have x-rayed hundreds of other women’s breasts. I’ve heard their stories, assisted with their needle localizations before their surgeries, and I have read countless women’s pathology reports.  And at the facility where I work, it seems as if breast cancer is on the rise.

Since 2007, most hospitals and imaging centers have changed from analog film to digital systems, which is more sensitive. I like to tell my patients that the good thing about digital mammography is that is shows everything. And the bad thing about digital is that it shows everything. More patients are being called back for follow up (diagnostic) studies following screening mammography because the radiologist is seeing more on the images than was clearly visible on film screen. With digital mammography, the radiologists are also able to use a computer software program called CAD–computer aided detection–which highlights possible abnormalities on the mammogram. It’s commonly known as a “second look” and it’s like having two doctors look at the images and decide if additional images  are needed.

Since 2007, there have also been medical advances in imaging studies and increased sensitivity of tests used by the pathologist when looking at specimen slides and cells to determine the presence of cancer cells. This could possibly account for the increase in breast cancer diagnosises. Then again, can we discount the increase use of hormones in our food supply? Or the pharmaceuticals that have been flushed into our rivers and streams for decades?

In 2007, 70% of new breast cancers were in women with no family history of the disease.  In 2012, the percentage rose to 80%. Is the rise due to an increase awareness and more women having mammograms? Or something else?

One thing is clear. Knowing your family history, performing self breast exams and having a yearly clinical breast exam is important,  but it cannot replace a mammogram for the early detection of breast cancer. Although a mammogram cannot detect all breast cancers at an early stage, a mammogram in conjunction with a breast ultrasound and/or breast MRI when needed can increase a woman’s odds of catching breast cancer sooner.  Once a breast cancer is palpable, the disease has already taken hold.

So, when should a woman have a mammogram?

With or without a family history of breast cancer, screening should begin at age 40, with yearly mammograms thereafter.

In patients with a mother diagnosed with breast cancer, an initial screening mammogram should be performed 10 years before the age at which the mother was diagnosed and every year thereafter following the patient’s 40th birthday.

In high-risk women–women with a BRCA gene mutation, women with a history of chest irradiation between the ages of 10-30, and women with 20% or greater lifetime risk of breast cancer should begin screening at age 25-30 or 10 years before age of first-degree relative with breast cancer was diagnosed or 8 years after radiation therapy, but not before age of 25. Mammography and MRI are complementary examinations, and both should be performed in high-risk patients according to the American College of Radiology guidelines for screening.

There are reasons doctors do not order mammograms on low-risk women under 35 without a palpable lump and why they normally request an ultrasound first on women under 25 before proceeding to a mammogram. The breasts of women younger than 35 are extremely dense and “lumpy.” The images are more difficult to read accurately and while radiation doses on mammography are low, it is still direct exposure to the breasts. The younger the patient, the more sensitive the tissue is to radiation.  In most cases, palpable lumps in women younger than 35 are going to be cysts or other benign nodules such as fibroadenomas. These can usually be seen on an ultrasound and are most often diagnosed without the need for mammography. However, any woman 35 or older–regardless of family history should have a mammogram followed by an ultrasound if they feel a new or enlarging lump in their breasts. An any male who feels a lump in his breast should see a doctor immediately, as 1-2% of breast cancers are diagnosed in men.

Are you at risk for breast cancer? Use the breast cancer assessment tool to find out.  http://www.cancer.gov/bcrisktool/ . And as always, if you are not happy or reassured by your physician’s recommendations, seek another opinion. It is your life and your choice.

As part of an on-going feature of my blog, I’ll sometimes interview characters from romance novels. These interviews are uniquely different from my author interviews because they involve make-believe people who exist only in the pages of a novel and in the mind of the author who created them.  Stacey Winchester is one of those characters. So, I’ll have to interview her creator, author Laura Browning, since Stacey doesn’t really exist.   So, did deep, Laura. We need to know what motivates Stacey Winchester to do and say what she does so she can answer the questions from her own perspective.

Stacey Winchester is the heroine in Broken Heart  a romance novel by author Laura Browning. BTW, Laura, I love that cover! But now the interview with Stacey.

Where were you born, Stacey?

My family, the Barlow-Barretts, are from northern Virginia, not far from Alexandria. I’m the third of six children. I guess you might say I’ve grown up with the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth as one of the heirs to Barrett newspapers. Think Kennedy meets Hearst and you’ll be close.

Well all-righty then. That’s a lot of money and privilege.  Where do you live now and what do you do for a living? Or do you even need to work?

Jace, my husband, and I have a great townhouse in Georgetown. I’m an interior decorator, and a lot of my clients are politicians. They’re such a revolving door in this area, it makes for a constantly renewing client base, which is great, but sometimes our house seems like more of a showpiece than a home.

There are some politicians I wish would revolve more than others, lol! But enough of politics. What’s going on in your life right now?

I’m under a lot of stress. I try to keep it under control. After all, not making waves is what my family is all about.  Jace and my mother are both pressuring me to have a child, but…I just don’t know. I’m not ready for that.  Jace…he’s…well about half the time I’m not even sure why he married me. He doesn’t really seem interested in that part of our marriage. That he’s even talking about babies makes me nervous.

Ouch. I’m sorry to hear that.  Kind of makes it difficult to think of children and happily ever after if you’re not happy.  And, it doesn’t sound as if you can talk to  your mom or your husband about your doubts and fears if they’re pressuring you to have a child.  But it seems as if you need to talk to someone who’d understand. So, is there someone? Is there a special person in your life whom you can share these feelings with and get some perspective?

There was. Right before I met up again with Jace. I try not to think about Mason Hatch, but he is difficult to forget. There’s also the fact that since he’s an art dealer, I end up taking clients to his gallery pretty often. It’s not a good situation. Mason hates me now. I don’t really blame him.

Hmm. That’s interesting. But, I don’t want to sound like a wanna-be therapist so I’ll just ask how you two met.

I thought he was a delivery boy. I was at a client’s house waiting on a shipment of artwork to finish decorating. Mason let me know pretty quickly and in no uncertain terms that he was the man in charge. We ended up having sex right on the dining room table. Lord, I had never done anything like that.

Oh. My. Well, it sounds as if there is an attraction between you and Mason that didn’t die when you said “I do” to your husband.  And you’re obviously not happy in your marriage. So, why the pretense?

Let’s see. Jace, and the fact that Mason Hatch, self-made man, wouldn’t exactly be on my parents’ ‘acceptable for Stacey’ list. There’s a lot more to it, things I never even told Mason. I just let him think I married Jace for the money. The truth is, what money there is belongs to me.

It seems like an impossible situation. So, how would you like to see it resolved?

I don’t want to hurt Jace, and I’ve never been the kid in my family who rocked the boat. The thing is…I really miss Mason. Forget I said that.

But can you forget? It doesn’t seem likely. So why not divorce? If you weren’t married, what other obstacles would stand in the way of a  happily-ever-after with Mason?

I’m Catholic. My mother’s on a first name basis with the pope. So divorce is not an option. Besides, like I said earlier, Mason hates me now. Maybe it’s better that way.

You seem so resigned to the fact that you’re stuck in a loveless marriage with no way out. Is that the case? Is there a happily ever after in your future?

I don’t see how.

But it’s always possible. Right? Laura’s your author. Think she may have found a way to make things work out for you and Mason?

Well, yes. You know I’ve read a couple of romance novels, and the whole idea is that there should be a happy ending. Since I’m the heroine in this one, maybe that means there is a happy ending for me. Whew. The whole idea makes me nervous, but for the first time in almost a year…nervous in a good way. I’m ready for something to change. I’m ready to change.

Laura Browning is an ex-TV journalist, current English teacher, full-time student and squish-it-in-where-you-can-find-time writer. She grew up with a steady stream of books, and can thank her junior high school friend, Debbie Ebersold, for introducing her to her very first romance novel. When Laura’s not reading or writing, she still manages to take a few seconds to look outside at her horse and her dogs—wondering if they still remember her—and occasionally manages to speak to her teenager—who would probably like to forget her. (Love you, son)

Broken Heart is a Lyrical Presents Embrace and Book Four in The Barlow Barretts: An American Dynasty series

Perfection isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Stacey Barlow-Barrett has the perfect life–or, at least, the illusion of one. She’s married to the man her parents approved, and she’s making it work. But keeping up appearances is wearing her down. Her husband, Jace, wants to start a family. Her former lover, Mason, is a business associate she can’t cut off, and he twists the knife at every opportunity. Trying to make everyone happy–everyone except herself–has her on the verge of a breakdown.

When Jace’s best friend moves in, everything that seemed tenuously tolerable is now completely unbearable, and Stacey realizes something is very wrong in her marriage. Jace is keeping up appearances too, and it’s at Stacey’s expense.

Mason is the only one she can turn to for help…if he can forgive her for marrying Jace while the sheets were still warm from their last encounter. And even if he does forgive her, and she does dig her way out of the mess her marriage has become, Stacey may not be ready for what he needs in return: love.

Excerpt:

Avoiding him was nearly impossible. Wherever Stacey looked, Mason Hatch was in her line of sight. Since she was attending her brother Brandon’s wedding, she couldn’t leave, but she sure wished Jace would stick by her side this once. She scanned the room, but her husband was nowhere to be seen.

“Hubby MIA again?” Mason’s voice was as smooth as silk in her ear. The fact he simply echoed her thoughts didn’t make his intrusion into them any more palatable. “I could tell you where to look, but I don’t think you’d like what you’d find.”

“Stop it!” Stacey hissed between clenched teeth. Every time she encountered Mason, he made some cryptic remark about her husband. Stacey was tired of it, in part because she had enough doubts concerning her marriage. But not today. She refused to have them today. Today was supposed to be perfect. Jason had made love to her last night, had tried once again to talk her into starting a family. She wanted children. She did, but something always held her back. She couldn’t stall too much longer, doing so wasn’t fair to either of them, yet the mere thought of a divorce in her oh-so-Catholic family made her shudder. God, was she really contemplating divorce? Her mother would flip.

“Just trying to make conversation among these Virginia purebreds,” Mason purred, once again barging into her brain. Why was there always a hint of amusement in his voice, as if he were actually laughing at her? Yes, she had been unfair to him, but had his contempt been there all along? Had he always regarded her with a smirk?

Author links, webpages, fan pages, and book trailers.

http://lyricalpress.com/broken-heart/

www.laurabrowningbooks.com

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Laura-Browning-Author/216152421732408?ref=hl

Thanks, Gayle! The book officially releases October 1. It is the 4^th in a series: Bittersweet, Balancing Act, Remember Me and Broken Heart.

Sounds like a great series, Laura. I’m going to have to check them out, especially, Broken Heart. I’m dying to find out how Stacey gets her HEA.

Every woman has her own idea of what is sexy. I like a man who can make me laugh. A man with honest eyes and a caring nature. A man like my husband who has been making me laugh for thirty-three years.

I tell people it was love at first sight, and in a way it was. Our eyes locked from across a crowded bar and…the girl I was with–a young woman he once dated–introduced us. He and I talked and laughed until I was called back to the table where my sisters and friends were listening to the band. A while later, I wandered past his table. When I saw him sitting alone,I said, “Why are you sitting here all by himself?” To which he answered: “If you sit with me, I won’t be alone anymore.”

It was such a corny line, I had to laugh. He laughed with me and we began dating the next weekend. 

Nine months later, we were engaged, and nine months after that, we were married.

But what was the initial attraction? Was it those gorgeous blue eyes with the streaks of silver? Was it the contrast of his dark hair or the cuteness of his tight little butt? Or was it something as simple as the symmetry of his face?

Some scientific research on attraction suggests that animals (humans included) are drawn to symmetry because it’s viewed as a sign of health and vitality. In the animal kingdom, it is preferred over asymmetric faces or bodies as a sign of strength and survival. It all goes back to survival of the fittest and is often referred to as The Evolutionary Advantage view.

Some find this view controversial and feel it is an insult to human intelligence. Discounting instinct and evolutionary views, other researchers have stated that symmetric faces are preferable because visual symmetry is more easily processed by the visual part of the brain than asymmetry. The visual part of the brain sees half of a whole and processes the information as a whole image, but if the left half of a face is dissimilar or asymmetric, it takes longer for the brain to process the information to create the whole image. Thus, attraction is more spontaneous when visualizing a more symmetric face. This is known as The Perpetual Bliss view. Or, more fittingly, in my opinion, the He’s Hot, He’s Not view.

Attraction is definitely a visual thing. And while I believe I was attracted to my husband at first sight, it took something deeper and more meaningful to sustain that attraction. It took mutual love and respect.

One of my favorite pictures of my husband doesn’t even show his face. It’s a picture of him holding our up youngest daughter so she can see over a walled enclosure at Sea World. I think the reason I find this picture so incredibly sexy is that it shows him as the wonderful father he is. And, he has a really sexy jaw line. 🙂

Even as my husband has aged, he’s still sexy to me. That dash of salt with the pepper adds to his appeal.

Is it because he’s always been such a great dad and husband? He’s always spent time with his family, taking us on trips and making us laugh. And, he was there for me when I needed him the most. He’s supported my dreams of being a writer and he supported me when I had breast cancer.

He also looks more like Richard Gere now that he’s gotten older, and I’ve always found Gere sexy.

Sexy comes in all shapes, sizes and colors. I’ve been called nuts for thinking Robin Williams is sexy. Maybe it goes back to his Mork and Mindy days

Or maybe it’s because he makes me laugh and has the sexiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.  But I’m not completely nuts. Like most woman, I think Hugh Jackman is sexy.

So is Matthew McConaughey  and Shemar Moore.

Hubba, hubba!

Yep, a lot of celebrities are considered sexy, but in real life, it takes more than just a handsome face to make a man sexy. It’s the way he carries himself and the way he treats others. It’s his personality and personal hygiene. While a man with a bit of scruff on his face might be sexy, a man with stinky pits, rotten teeth and body odor is not, I don’t care how buff his body is. And while I wasn’t a huge Ashton Kutcher fan before I saw his speech at the Teen Choice Awards, I’ve now added him to my list of sexy Hollywood stars.

Kutchesaid  “I believe that opportunity looks a lot like hard work.”  and  “The sexiest thing in the entire world is being really smart, and being thoughtful, and being generous. Everything else is crap, I promise you.” With any luck, all those young girls who saw Kutcher’s speech will remember what’s most important, and physical good looks has little to do with it.

It’s time for another blog swap and today, I’m trading blogs with Maripoza Cruz! Cruz is a sister rose and while she’s answering my interview questions here, I’ll be answering her questions at: http://mariposacruz.blogspot.com

Welcome to my blog Maripoza! What is your latest release and when will it be out?

Roar! is my latest release and it is currently available from The Wild Rose Press.

Give us a quick back cover blurb:

Focused on the bottom line, corporate paralegal Linda Underwood answers to no one. Her world is torn apart when a bear shifter turns her romantic weekend rendezvous into a desperate struggle to stay alive. Now a recently-turned shifter herself, she is determined to beat the affliction by ignoring her newly awakened beastly impulses.

After the accidental death of his wife, shifter Flynn Cromwell finds solace in a remote mountain cabin, immersed in his computer network security work. When he discovers Linda’s ravaged body near the brink of death, he’s compelled to protect her.

Can Flynn save Linda from her own stubborn nature and defend her from a vicious shifter with a taste for her blood? Can Linda soothe the beast within, even the score with her maker, and gain Flynn’s trust as well his heart?

Who’s your publisher? Do you write for any other publishers?

Both Howl and Roar! are published by The Wild Rose Press.

I love TWRP! What do you like about your current publisher?

Since both The Wild Rose Press founders are authors, the press is very writer-oriented in its focus.  They have always responded promptly and professionally to my questions.  Given the many authors in their house such personal attention is impressive.

I couldn’t agree more! Have you ever attempted self-publishing? Why or why not?

My novella, Mixed Blessings, published under my legal name is self-published.    It is a bit of a twist on the usual adoption story focusing on the aftermath of the search.  After receiving several favorable rejection letters, I realized Mixed Blessings was not a likely fit for traditional publishers due to its short length (less than 50K words).

My experiences with traditional and self-publishing have been both challenging and rewarding in different ways.  I prefer having control over my own work and my future releases will be self-published.

What inspired your latest novel?

When I was six, before we left for a camping trip in Yosemite, my dad gave me a very stern lecture about bears.   No bears raided our camp, but they roamed through my dreams and have resided in my imagination ever since.  When I finished Howl, I knew my next story would have to be about bears.

How many other books have you published?

In addition to Roar!, I have two other books.  Howl by Mariposa Cruz is published by The Wild Rose Press.  Mixed Blessings by Susan Winters is self-published.

Where do you get your ideas for books?

Day-to-day life with its quirks is a great starting point.  Both shifter heroines in Howl and Roar face similar struggles as their real-life counterparts (job drama, coping with co-workers).  However with shifters losing your temper with a co-worker can have deadly consequences.

What are you working on next?

I’m in the draft phase of a contemporary romance, Package Deal, which centers on salsa dancing (another one of my passions).

Can you share a brief excerpt?

Widowed attorney, Liz Grant, buries her grief in a deluge of paperwork.  On a rare whim she takes a free dance lesson at the club Eclipse where the mojitos are cold and the salsa is hot.  She soon falls for salsa’s sultry rhythms and Patrick Cavanaugh’s sexy grin.  But can Liz handle the dramatic change of tempo in her well-ordered life?  Patrick has all the right moves, but struggles to keep his balance as his adult daughter spins out of control.  Will their love survive off the dance floor?

What’s the one thing you hate most about being a writer?

I have a love-hate relationship with the editing process. I’m frustrated how many clunky sections surface during my initial edits.  At the same time certain character nuances emerge during the editing process so it is also very rewarding.

What do you love the most about being a writer?

Whether I’m writing fiction or non-fiction, any new project is uncharted territory and I’m always amazed where the journey takes me.  Being a writer means having a license to daydream.

How long have you been writing?

As a college sophomore, I published my first short story and also wrote a few articles for the school newspaper.  About a month before I started my first paralegal job, my first paid article was featured in a local parenting magazine.  I’ve been balancing fact and fiction ever since– writing romance as Mariposa Cruz and freelance articles and women’s fiction as Susan Winters.

How difficult was your road to publication and how long did it take you to get that first, coveted contract?

Hoping something positive would emerge from a dark time, I submitted Howl! to The Wild Rose Press on New Year’s Eve with a court date for my divorce looming at the end of January.  The editor said in her response in February, that she liked the story, but it was not ready for publication.  I worked on edits while getting my life back together.  Several months and drafts later, I finally received a contract in October.  I will always be grateful for the editor seeing the potential in Howl! and having the patience to work with me through publication.  For those of you who exist in “cope” mode, lighten your writing schedule, but don’t give up.  Continue your creative pursuits on whatever level you can manage and you’ll have something wonderful at the end of the storm.

What authors inspire you?

Geraldine Brooks-her well-researched novels span a variety of subjects from the Black Plague to Louisa May Alcott’s father and they always ring true in setting and in character.

Charlaine Harris-I thoroughly enjoy  Sookie Stackhouse’s world of Bon Temps and its characters.

What are you reading now?

Ireland, by Frank Delaney.  A traveling storyteller entrances Ronan, a nine-year-old boy with his tales.  When he grows up, Ronan goes in search of the storyteller.  Set in 1951, the novel is a rich tapestry of modern Irish life and folktales.  Visiting Ireland is at the top of my bucket list— but for now I’ll just have to enjoy travel-by-novel until I can make the actual trip.

For more about my writing, please check out my blogs:

Mariposa Cruz: http://mariposacruz.blogspot.com

Susan Winters: http://createontheside.wordpress.com

Thanks for being here today Maripoza. It was a pleasure having you.