Cover Reveal – The Nearness of You by K.G. Fletcher

COVER REVEAL FOR THE NEARNESS OF YOU BY K.G. FLETCHER!

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I’m excited to share the news that my friend K.G. Fletcher is having her cover reveal for her third novel, “The Nearness of You”. The cover is beautiful and I can’t wait to read it when it comes out. Being a fellow Atlanta girl myself, I enjoy reading about my area and in such a sexy way.

K.G. is one of the most talented people I know. She acts, she sings, she writes sexy love stories…in addition to being one of the nicest and giving authors that I know. I’m a huge fan.

 

 

 

 

And without further adieu, the cover and a little excerpt to tease us all until October!

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About The Nearness of You:

Lounge singer, Lauren Rose lived her comfortable life in Atlanta always dreaming of making it in
show biz. When she unexpectedly meets British male super-model, David Randle at a gig at the posh St.
Regis Hotel, she is swept away by his striking good looks and lilting cadence.

In town for his sister Catherine’s nuptials to NASCAR driver, Brian Brady, David invites Lauren to the
wedding on a whim. The two instantly bond over music, fashion and family. They continue their new
relationship in New York City when David invites Lauren to see him in action at a high profile fashion
shoot for his debut fragrance, “Drive.”

Sparks fly when his assistant, Sabrina Watson is none too happy that his new girlfriend has interrupted
his grueling, fast-paced schedule. She becomes fixated on separating the happy couple who are falling in
love.

Traversing the East Coast and Europe with the paparazzi in hot pursuit, David and Lauren navigate the
precarious path of fame, fashion and fate.

Her wildest dreams were coming true. Would she ever truly believe that his desire was to be near her –
always?

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Exclusive Excerpt:

“Excuse me, miss.”
Looking up with a smile, ready to accommodate another song request, she was taken aback, her breath
catching in her chest. The man was tall, dark, and handsome and he looked very familiar. She started to
panic, trying to place him in the shadowy light.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I wanted to ask… that last song you just sang. It sounded so familiar. Who
is the artist?”
The molecules in her brain shifted, and she was suddenly aware of who was standing before her. In an
effort not to faint or start screaming, she placed her hand on her heaving chest and tried to breathe
again, all the while his steady gaze penetrating her entire being. She swallowed hard, trying to get some
moisture back into her throat so she could respond, but it felt as if her entire mouth had been force-fed
a bucket of sand. The gorgeous man was holding a martini glass and looking like he had just stepped out
of a high-class advertisement, his designer clothing obvious.
“Umm… that song was….” She cleared her throat. “It’s a Richard Rodgers, umm, song.” She eyed his
drink and without thinking, took it out of his hands. “Do you mind?” She didn’t wait for his response,
anxious to send moisture onto her hot tongue. She threw the drink back in one gulp before choking on
the alcohol that burned going down her throat. “Oh my god! What was that?” she asked, her face
scowling.
He gently took the empty glass back from her, his index finger brushing her hand slightly. “Well, that
was my gin martini. May I get you something more to your liking?” He tried not to smile but his blue
eyes tinged with humor and gave him away.
Lauren held the back of her hand to her mouth and stared. “I know who you are,” she whispered, wide
eyed. “You’re the super…” He interrupted her quickly by abruptly grabbing her by the elbow.
“Let me buy you a drink.” He started to lead her to the mahogany bar where her friend Tim was
bartending.
“Hey Lauren. How’s it going?” Tim asked as he wiped down the polished wood in front of them. Could
he tell that she was coming undone being in the presence of one of the most stunning, sought after
male models on the planet? She recalled a recent trip to New York with some of her girlfriends. They
had stood in the middle of Times Square taking several pictures of this man’s famous image plastered on
a giant billboard, his gorgeous, half-naked body on display for all the world to see, wearing designer
underwear. She started to swoon thinking about it.
“Good, Tim,” she replied a little too quickly, her voice three octaves higher than normal. She glanced at
the illustrious man who was standing mere inches from her, not sure if she would be able to continue a
conversation. Her entire body felt like it was buzzing and she thought she might hyperventilate. She sank
onto the leather barstool, hoping it wasn’t obvious that she was coming undone.
“Sparkling water for you?” Tim asked knowingly. Lauren never drank while she performed, a lesson
she’d learned many years ago when she had made the mistake of going to happy hour with friends
before a show. She couldn’t remember the lyrics that night because of one too many shots of tequila.
She was lucky the manager hadn’t fired her.
“Yes, please,” she squeaked.
“And for you, sir?”
He leaned his strong arm against the back of her bar stool and reached for a cashew in a crystal bowl, his
bulging bicep almost grazing her breast. “I should like another gin martini, Tim. Hendricks please, with a

cucumber garnish.” His British cadence was sophisticated and debonair, accentuating his high-class
image.
Tim placed a green tinted bottle of sparkling water in front of Lauren and proceeded to mix the martini.
She tried to open her drink with her trembling hands, but the cap wouldn’t budge.
“Allow me, Lauren,” he said, taking it from her, the “L” of her name sounding beautiful with his lilting
articulation. He effortlessly turned the cap just once and handed it back to her, his chiseled features
dangerously close to her lips. She offered a polite smile before taking a sip and almost choked when he
started to speak, palming her back with his hand.
“Feeling any better?”
She licked her lips and placed the bottle back on the bar. “Yes, thank you.” She felt her cheeks flush,
surprised when he leaned in and whispered into her ear.
“It’s nice to meet you, Lauren. You have a lovely voice.”
His warm breath made her insides tingle. She inhaled deeply before answering. “Thank you. It’s nice to
meet you too… you have a lovely… face.” She forced herself not to roll her eyes after the words came
out of her mouth, pursing her lips. What a stupid thing to say.

About K.G. Fletcher:

KG Fletcher is the author of the contemporary romance novel, The Nearness of You released in October,
2017. She has also penned romantic suspense novels, Love Song released in April, 2017 and Unexpected
released in December, 2016. She is an active member of RWA and the Georgia Romance Writers
Association. She was a singer/songwriter in Nashville, TN and a recipient of the “Airplay International
Award” for “Best New Artist” showcasing original songs at The Bluebird Café. She earned her BFA in
theater at Valdosta State College and has traveled the world professionally as a singer/actress. She
currently gets to play rock star as a backup singer in the National Tour, “Remember When Rock Was
Young – the Elton John Tribute.” (www.almosteltonjohn.com)

KG lives in Atlanta, GA with her husband Ladd and their three gorgeous sons. She is a hopeless romantic
continuing her work on her original cabaret act called, “The Novel Romantic – an unexpected evening of
sweet & spicy love” to help promote her romance novels.

Find KG online:
Website | Twitter | Instagram | Facebook | Amazon | Cabaret Act

 

I hoped you enjoyed it!

Write freely, love fearlessly, live intentionally.

Eliza

Short Story Saturday: Smooth Sailing

Today feels like a good day to share.

This is one of my favorite little pieces that I wrote in a fiction fundamentals class I attended. The goal was to write a story in 300 words or less from a word prompt of our choice. Without the title, I came in at 298.

This one is called Smooth Sailing. Enjoy!

“It’s smooth sailing from here,” he said, lips brushing the tender flesh of her ear.

Glancing back, her turquoise eyes roamed over his handsome face. Mere inches separated them, his body heat radiating in waves. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she faced forward again, the wind blowing her straw colored curls around riotously. Casually, she draped one hand over the throttle, the other rested on the wheel.

Behind them, the lights of the coastal town became a sparkling dot as she put the water between them and the shore. Out past the bow of the sleek cigarette boat, the sea laid out before them like an inky black velvet blanket.

“Faster,” he murmured. Laying his hand over hers, she let him push the boat to its limits, hurtling them towards their destination. Within minutes, they reached the beach of a private island.

She left her stilettos in the boat and lifted the hem of her dress before jumping over the side, her tanned bare feet sinking into the white sand. Two large sacks landed with a thud before he followed them over. He hefted the bags, one on each shoulder before they walked together, led by the moonlight, into a sprawling bungalow.

Inside, they admired the elegant surroundings. Dropping the bags, bricks of benjamins spilled onto the hardwood. Spinning in a slow circle, he let out a whistle. “Yeah, I think this will do…what the hell—”

A single gunshot ricocheted off the rafters and gunpowder hung in the air. The bullet speared his heart, ending his years of life in seconds. She crossed the foyer and knelt beside him, her dress trailing in the pool of blood. She looked into his dead eyes and smiled.

“Yes, I do believe it’s smooth sailing from here.”

Friday Fun!

Happy Friday everyone! We made it!!

Just to put a little humor in your day:

  
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Make it an amazing day! After all, it IS Friday! 

  
‘Til Next Time,

Eliza

“On Writing”: Life’s Manual

Today, my daughter comes to me and says she needs to use some quotes from a non-fiction book for a paper due tomorrow.

Immediately I said, “On Writing.”

"On Writing" by Stephen King
“On Writing” by Stephen King

This was met with a skeptical look because, well, she’s fifteen. And I’m stupid.

“Mom, I’m not a writer.”

“Stephen King wrote it, give it a try.” I tell her. As a fan of the thriller, horror genre, his name was like magic.

“On Writing” is my single most favorite non-fiction book, especially for writers. I have to say, I don’t think I have met a writer that doesn’t like this book. However, if you are a reader or anyone who wants a dose of real, honest motivation, I recommend this book.

Since it is my sacred copy, I sat with her while she looked for quotes she wanted to use from the book. I’m no idiot. If I let her take it, it would get lost in the Bermuda Triangle that is her room.

But I digress.

I couldn’t help myself. As she typed, I thumbed through the copy again, stopping here and there to read passages. The one I hit on today motivated me to do something I’ve been putting off inexplicably.

To sum it up, every writer should have an area to write without distraction. A writer’s room if you will. It should have a door and you should be willing to close that door. Only then can one really get down to the business of writing.

To me, the key is closing the door. That physical demarcation of separating ourselves from the real world into the one in our heads.

I’ve heard some authors say that prefer to write in bed. Or in a chair. Or on a treadmill desk. But each of those things are in a room, right? And I’m willing to bet that room has a door.

Reading this passage motivated me to get off my butt and make that physical link to getting down to business with my writing this year. So today, the third bedroom of my house went from a spare bedroom that housed a never used, too big bed into my writer’s room.

My Writer's Room. #amwriting
My Writer’s Room. #amwriting

It’s small and nothing fancy, but to me it’s cozy, comfortable, and I want to be in there writing. I love it.

Not to mention my hubby is a happy camper since we checked off a box on his honey do list. Win-Win!!

From helping my daughter with her high school Lit class to pushing me to move furniture, once again “On Writing” has proven to me that not only is it a fabulous read for writers and the craft, but that if life came with a manual, this would be it.

~~What’s your favorite book that helps you with the writing craft or just life in general? Leave me a comment!~~

‘Til Next Time,

Eliza

Things You Do On a Saturday…

It’s a snowy Saturday in some parts. What does one do all day?

If you’re my dog:

Sleepy puppy

If you’re my cat:

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If you’re a book nerd like me looking for a laugh:

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Credit: The Velvet Pelican

‘Til Next Time You Crazy Kids!

Eliza

 

 

Happy Snow Friday!

I’m in the southern US, Georgia specifically, so we have been the butt of winter jokes for years. But we take it all in stride down here…

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🙂 🙂

Wherever you are in the world, have a great day and always travel safely!

‘Til Next Time,

Eliza

#TBT to the 2015 Dahlonega Literary Festival

My Thursday post is a throwback to last year’s Dahlonega Literary Festival. I’ve gone the last couple of years and attended the workshops and panels.

Some of my loot from last year!

Last year, I was lucky enough to share some fantastic Mexican food with one of my fave authors whose just so happens to be from an area nearby me, Delilah S. Dawson. She’s smart, witty, and an overall fun gal that writes YA and Steampunk. Read her Steampunk “Blud” series. And then we can talk about Criminy. 😜

I was also introduced to Molly Harper who writes a fun series that’s a clever twist on vampires. It’s a paranormal romantic comedy of sorts. Just read it. It’s laugh out loud fun.

If you are in the Dahlonega area March 12-13 this year, I highly recommend checking it out. A list of the authors featured this year and more info on the festival itself can be found at  Dahlonega Literary Festival.

Best of all: THE FESTIVAL IS FREE Y’ALL!!

Photo Credit: http://dahlonega.org/images/stories/Dahlonega_Gold_Museum_sm.jpg

Dahlonega is a fun kind of artsy, college town. There’s a beautiful square with shops to browse and a variety of restaurants to suit any palate. There’s even a winery nearby if that’s your thing as well as the mountains. Make a weekend of it. Check out more here at  Dahlonega, Georgia.

And no, I’m not a paid endorser. I just went to the college there and simply adore the little town. 🙂

 

The festival is a great way to jump into networking, especially if you’re new to it and a fun way to learn some new authors, get some books signed, and learn about the craft of writing as well.

This year, I’m volunteering. I will be back to share my experiences and anything that will be useful to you guys!

You can find Delilah on Twitter @DelilahSDawson and at whimsydark.com.

You can find Molly on Twitter @mollyharperauth and at mollyharper.com.

‘Til Next time!

Eliza

Book quote

 

How bad do you want it?

I read an article today on Hugh Howey’s blog that resonated with me. As in hit with me with a two by four resonated with me (Read the entire article here: http://www.hughhowey.com/so-you-want-to-be-a-writer/). The Article was called “So You Want to be a Writer…”

Why yes, yes I do, Hugh. Please tell me more.

I was pleased to read what he had to say in the post. It was real and it was honest. But it was also motivating to me. It wasn’t full of anecdotes of how he and others were whipped by the good luck tree and now there’s isn’t anymore to go around unless all the stars, moon, sun, and that new ninth planet align just right.

No, this post was about being a writer the old-fashioned way: hard work, determination, and sacrifice. In fact, one of the first things he says is: “You have to work harder than anyone else. Period.”

Springboarding off that sentiment, he goes on to discuss making a long term plan, practicing, reading, and learning to fail among other things. He also discusses some points on craft that are spot on. (I’ve already started networking with a vengeance. I attended my first GA Romance Writers Association monthly meeting this past weekend and I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS GROUP!)

But what I loved about this post is that I felt like I could do it. I can actually be a writer for a living. It won’t be a quick process, but it will happen. As part of my serious pursuit into being a writer that I dived into headfirst this year, I’ve already got the ball rolling on some of these items. Which validates that the decisions I’ve made are taking me in the right direction. Some are easier than others (I’m looking at you debt, you devil), but they are all doable.

Let’s get down to brass tacks: How bad do you want it?

I want it bad. Bad enough to forgo TV, wake up at 4am to meet my word count before my day starts, and learning to say no to things that take time away from my goal unnecessarily. Seems easy, right? It is. But how many actually do it?

And you know what? That’s okay. Some only want it as a hobby, only writing when the mood strikes and are content to stay at that. If that’s you, awesome! It’s a fantastic, rewarding hobby.

But if you want to do this as a career or the best job you ever had, you have to put in the time. You have to make the effort. The end of 2015, I realized I was one of those people stuck in limbo. I wanted to write and make it my life’s work, but I was doing nothing to make it happen. Hell, I wasn’t even writing consistently. Yet, somehow I was going to be a writer.

Yeah. Not so much.

Fortunately, I’ve found the error of my ways and made the changes. Still honing them, but I’ve made what is for me, fantastic strides. And I will keep going. If nothing else, Hugh’s blog post just stoked the fire in my belly.

To quote the great country poet, Tim McGraw: “How bad do you want it? How bad do you need it?”

If you answered, “I want it bad, I need it bad”, then it’s simple.

Work harder than everyone else.

 

My Top 5 Goals of 2016

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Here we are, already a week into 2016.

I don’t know about you guys, but my first week into the year was crazy. Getting business books in order and trying to meet my daily writing goals have kept me running. But I thrive on being busy. To be honest, if I’m not busy, then I get lazy. I try to find some balance between being stressed out with too much to do and not having enough to do that I get complacent. I’m getting there, but it’s a process to be sure.

As I said in my last post, I don’t make resolutions, I make goals. I’m a goal driven, deadline oriented person.  So this year I came up with some goals and have given myself deadlines.  The deadlines are the most important and new change to my goals this year. I have to be honest. I haven’t always believed in deadlines in my creative world. I thought it was stifling to my creative muse. Naive on my part maybe, but as I approach a new decade in age that has a “4” in it, I’m learning a lot about me. I need the deadline. I need the push. I work better under pressure. And without a deadline, there’s nothing pressing on me.

So as Einstein says:

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Time to make a change.

I have listed my top five goals. Ones I need the most accountability and that I’m hoping will help lead me to success in my writing journey—and in life—for this year and years to come.

1 – Sleep more, read more, and watch less television: The biggest challenge of these three is sleeping more. I’ve always been a big reader, but as of late, I’ve been slacking on the pleasure reading. For the last year or so, I’ve been taking some classes online. It’s a hectic schedule and it takes most of my spare time to get it done. It’s easy to sit with the TV on while I did my work. But a few months ago, I made the decision to refocus on my other goals in life. All that said, it gives me more time to sleep and read.

2 – Get healthy: Along with the sleeping more, exercising and eating cleaner is a priority. A couple of weeks ago, I went to my primary physician. For the first time in almost twenty years of seeing the same doctor, I could tell he was unhappy with me, which I really hate. My next physical is in April and I need to make sure that my blood work is good and that I’ve lost a few lbs. In addition to that, I think getting healthy and in shape will help me focus mentally as well.

3 – Blog weekly: I really love to connect with my readers and share my experiences. Since I’ve given myself some extra time now, blogging is definitely high on my list of things to do this year and keep doing well into the future. Some posts will be long, some short. Some will be about writing, some will be about other stuff. Whatever they will be about, I will do my best to be entertaining.

4 – Create a daily writing habit: I’m setting my daily goal at 1250 words a day. Looking at my production schedule and deadlines, this should put me where I need to be a little ahead of schedule actually. So far this past week, I’ve exceeded the goal each day. I’ve started a habit of getting up at 4:30 each morning and writing. And I have found the more I write, the more I want to write. I’m actually excited to get up every morning and get started writing.

Well, actually after I get my coffee and light my candle. Then I’m ready to start writing.

The daily writing habit brings me to my biggest undertaking of the year…

5 – Publish two books in the Madison Isle Series: I’ve put together a production schedule to get two books done in 2016. I’ve already started the manuscript for the first book and a deadline in order to get it done. With my daily writing habit in place, I’m beyond excited to get this complete. And for the first time since I started this journey seriously a few years back, I think that I can really and truly get my series off the ground. It’s a passion that I’ve reignited and the one thing that is getting me out of bed at 4:30 every morning. That’s why I believe I can succeed in this endeavor.

So there are my top five goals for the year. I have several small ones that I’m working on as well in different areas of my life, but these five are the top dawgs.

I’m only a week in, but I’m feeling good about each of them. I’m finding things that motivate me to keep going and thinking about things outside the box in order to make my goals. I have a competitive spirit, especially with myself. And it’s been too long since I’ve had a good challenge.

2016 is a milestone year. I’m eager to see where it takes me.

Let’s rock this year!

4 Things I Learned Spending NYE Alone

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So how did I ring in my new year?

Alone.

All alone.

Okay. Not all alone. My dog and cat are good company. But as for other humans?

Nope. No one.

And I loved it!

You might ask how I ended up alone on NYE. My hubby went on his last hunting trip of the year and I saw him off with a kiss and good luck that he brings home some more lean protein.

My daughter is fifteen. Enough said.

I have friends and family who love me. It isn’t for lack of having anyone to spend it with. I had invites from my best friend and my family. But I made the choice to spend the evening with just me.

Seriously, I loved it. I made food that I like, watched movies only I would be interested in, and stayed up into the wee hours coloring and participated in a Grey’s Anatomy marathon. I woke up when I wanted (and when the dog had to go out) and went back to sleep when I wanted. It was lovely.

I’ll admit when I first found out that I would be without my two sidekicks, I was panicked. What would all my friends and family think? “Alone?? On New Year’s Eve?? Poor girl.” **GASP!**

Once I got over myself, I thought it might be good for me. It would give me a chance to rest and get rid of this head cold as well as to reflect on things.

Here’s a few things I learned last night:

1 – Christmas decorations are much more fun to put up than to take down. It kinda sucks and my living room looks bare. Today I need to go do some shopping for my living room.

2 – I’m ready to organize my house and downsize my crap. If you came to my house, it might seem like I don’t have a lot of stuff, but once you get into things, I have way more than I thought. Things I never use. Things I forgot I had. So this has become a 2016 goal (I don’t resolute things, I have goals). Operation Downsize commenced yesterday. It’s about having experiences instead of things.

And yes, I realize this might contradict with number one. But when I say things, I mean things I never use and that have been in my attic or garage the last six years. I might not want a lot of crap, but I want my house cozy.

3 – I like me. I’m pretty cool. If I keep going, maybe even bad ass one day. I have some things to work on, but who doesn’t? I’m aware of those things and plan to work on them. But there are some things about myself that I’m comfortable with and that’s just me. No need to fix me. I’ve realized I need to cut me some slack. I can complicate things for myself until I just give up. So I’m letting go. Okay, I’m working on letting go. It isn’t easy to change thoughts ingrained in your brain. I mean, if the Titanic could have been turned on a dime, Jack wouldn’t have had to give up his space on that door for Rose and freeze to death.

4 – I recommend alone time for everyone. I figured out I like my alone time. I need it actually. As a writer, I’m in my head a lot, but it is often in competition with all the other things going on in my life: work, family, chores, commuting. But being alone allows me to think and be in my head without sacrificing anything.

The best part about alone time though?

When everyone comes home. It’s the best. Although I enjoyed the peace of the evening, it won’t be a tradition. I miss my tribe when they’re gone and I appreciate them even more when they come back. It’s like hitting the reset button. Something everyone should try once in a while.

It’s a new year, but why does it have to be a new you?

Just get to know the old you.