Africa Online Book Fair 2017

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It’s funny how some of the ‘worst’ days and experiences can turn out to be saving graces. And for me propelled a proposal I’ve been tinkering with since September 2016‒an online book fair for romance authors who are from Africa and authors who write romances set in Africa.

A traditional book fair is an exhibit of books typically by a group of publishers or book-dealers for promoting sales and stimulating interest, often authors are also featured with their own booths and engages with readers. It takes place at a certain venue over a specific period of time and requires those who are exhibiting their books to be physically present, as well as those attending the book fair.

An online book fair in contrast takes place on the internet, but with the same underlined principle as a traditional book fair, to exhibit books for promotion of sales and stimulating interest, typically designed to provide access for those who are unable or unavailable to attend traditional book fairs.

The main objectives with the Africa Online Book Fair will be building relationships, networking, creating a fun and relaxed environment where authors and readers can engage with each other. A place where authors can share information, have Q&A’s and create interest in their books through prizes, gifts, giveaways, competitions, promotional discounts, etc. So definitely something for readers too *smile*

The Africa Online Book Fair will take place in June 2017 and will feature Romance Authors from SA and the rest of the continent. The event will be hosted on Facebook by using their Groups tool and will span over 3 days with scheduled timeslots for each author.

We will give out more details as we start kicking off the promo.

I am so excited about this. I view it as a wonderful means to showcase romance novels & authors from the African continent. There’s amazing talent and stories from the authors we have lined up, so keep an eye out *wink*



Hosts of the Africa Online Book Fair 2017:

Kathy Bosman @KathleenLBosman

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Zee Monodee @ZeeMonodee

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Inge Saunders @saunders_inge






Blog Tour: The Wolf’s Choice

Today is the start of the blog tour for The Wolf’s Choice! And the first stop is a review stop by Splashes Into Books. If you haven’t got a copy of the book yet, read what they had to say about it 🙂

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Here are all the tour dates: and on FB page – bookshook 4/18/17 4/20/17
Http:// 4/21/17 & 4/21/17 4/22/17 4/23/17 4/24/17 4/29/17 5/1/17 5/2/17 5/3/17 5/4/17 5/5/17 5/6/17 5/7/17 5/8/17 5/9/17 5/10/17 5/11/17 5/11/17 5/12/17


Dance of Love Tour


It’s here! Dance of Love’s first anniversary tour! *pops some sparkly*

$20 Paypal cash is up for grabs. Follow the scheduled stops to be eligible for the ‪#‎Giveaway‬. Also don’t forget, Dance of Love is on discount at Amazon and All Romance eBooks! ‪

#‎DanceofLove‬ Come join the tour!

Here’s the schedule for the virtual tour stops:

June 2nd: Starter Day Party @ I Heart Reading

June 4th: Promo Post @ Maari Loves Her Indies

June 5th: Book Excerpt @ The Bookworm Lodge

June 6th: Promo Post @ Stormy Night Reviewing

June 6th: Promo Post @ Romantic Fanatic

June 7th: Author Interview @ Bedazzled Reading

June 9th: Promo and Giveaway @ Tome Tender’s Blog

June 12th: Character Interview @ The Book Daily

June 13th: Promo Post @ Bare Back Magazine Blog

June 15th: Book Review and Giveaway @ I Heart Reading

June 16th: Book Excerpt @ I’m an Eclectic Reader

Discount on Dance of Love at Amazon: Amazon and All Romance eBooks.

Only $1.99 at Amazon and All Romance eBooks.

Dance of Love Blog Tour: June 2 till June 16


It’s coming up to Dance of Love’s first book anniversary on the 2nd of June and to celebrate there’s a two week blog tour coming up. There are several stops along the way that includes: book reviews, guest posts, and character & author interviews.

A $20 PayPal cash giveaway and discount of $1.99 of Dance of Love at Amazon and All Romance eBooks will be happening with the tour. So don’t miss out on a chance to get your copy!

I would love to celebrate this book anniversary with you, so I’ll keep you posted through the two weeks and on which sites Dance of Love will be hosted from the 2nd of June till the 16th.

You’ll have to follow me on the tour stops to qualify for the cash giveaway.

What’s said about of Dance of Love.

“I’d say Dance of Love is a remarkable story of life, love and chasing dreams, teaching us to never give up on things our heart sets out to achieve but rather to put our best foot forward until we win the battle of fulfillment in the end.”
4 Star Review.

New Review Blog Splash: Dance of Love #EnterCompetition

In honor of the lovely new review Dance of Love recieved, I decided to do a Review Blog Splash. But a little differently. I’m sharing this one review on multiple authors blogs from now till Friday. And here’s something else, if you comment here you can Win a copy of Dance of Love.

So here’s the review by N Shiv.
Dance of Love by Inge Saunders is a short, fun and flirty read. The author paints a convincing tale as she introduces her characters whose depth and emotions are so raw and relatable you feel it! Ashley’s passion for achieving her goals, to finding true happiness no matter what obstacles stand in her way I find sincere. And her determination, her grit and her passion to make her dreams become a reality compliments and enhances the plot. The hero is likable and sincere. He is true to his beliefs and stands by his decisions with a strong sense of thoughtfulness and determination one just has to respect.
At the end of the day I’d say Dance of Love is a remarkable story of life, love and chasing dreams, teaching us to never give up on things our heart sets out to achieve but rather to put our best foot forward until we win the battle of fulfillment in the end.
4 Stars.

All roads lead to Rome when Ashley Solomons embarks on fulfilling her dream to become a world-class dancer. But there’s one person who stands in her way. “It`s a no from me,” Antonio Machiavelli.
When Antonio’s auditions for a lead principal end in wintry Cape Town, the last thing he expects is to have more than a knee-jerk reaction to an audition. Ashley not only verbally challenges him, but also translates her fire and cheekiness into an edge of your seat performance.
Can Antonio keep his distance from Ashley? Can Ashley focus on fulfilling her dream of becoming a lead principal? Or will love have its way?


Ashley grimaced.
He let the girl get to the chorus before dismissing her as well. The other panel members spoke kindly, and she didn’t leave in tears as the candidate before her had.
Before he could call next, she walked out on stage. She didn’t stand a chance in hell, so why give him the satisfaction of ordering her around? Finding her center, she met the eyes of the panel and blinked. Maybe she should have Googled Antonio Machiavelli, she mused standing transfixed. He was much younger than she expected and more attractive.
He appeared to be in his early thirties, with a mop of dark curls falling across his forehead. Even seated, he towered over the other judges. No wonder every girl’s unnerved. He`s intimidating with his tanned hands folded in front of him on the table.. His grim scowl reminded her to not cave.
“What’s your name?” the lone woman on the panel asked with a kind smile.
“Ashley,” she replied.
The woman glanced down at her clipboard. “It says here you have no formal training.”
Antonio Machiavelli gave a deep sigh. Her brow furrowed. “Yes.”
Nail-biting silence reigned for a moment then the woman waved her hand. “Proceed.”
Antonio Machiavelli placed his fingers at his temples. “Do we have to? She has no formal training. She’s wasting everyone’s time.”
Ashley’s jaw clenched. “How about you let me finish my audition? You’ll have enough ammunition to ridicule me with after.”
That got his attention. She couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but if she had to guess, she’d say fiery red. He sat forward in his chair, leaning over the table, dwarfing it.
He had the persona of an angry wolf out to devour her. The thought set her heart racing. What? She watched too much True Blood.

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#NewRelease Rhoda Baxter ‘Please Release Me’: Stuck Between Excitement & Apprehension

I’m taking part in a themed blog post celebrating Rhoda Baxter’s new release Please Release Me. The theme center on being or feeling ‘stuck’ in some way or other. As I signed up to do the blog splash I wondered what I could write for the post…then the following happened *smile*

On Tuesday late in the afternoon I received an email from The Romance Reviews saying my book Dance of Love qualified for the next and final round of their TRR Readers’ Choice Awards-Winter 2015. I had submitted DoL when I added my books to the site and updated my profile.

The site is very prominent in the online romance writing community, so I didn’t really think I’d qualify for the nomination round. But I did. And when I did, I didn’t know what to do with my emotions or rather lack thereof.
In the back of my mind I realized this may not be a Nobel Prize nomination but it was a good thing to make it to the Nomination Rounds. I should be pleased. Maybe not do cartwheels yet, but at least a heart thump or two.

Instead my stomach turned, my arms felt heavy and for the life of me I couldn’t get back into my work. One of the owners and coordinators at my publisher (Decadent Publishing) also emailed me right after TRR did and congratulated me, also said they will be helping to get the word out for the Nominations Round. I was happy, I wasn’t alone. My publisher’s going to help with promo. Still I found myself stuck. Unable to move.

I had tagged my cousin on the ‘good news update’ post on Facebook and she texted me her congratulations. And my response was lukewarm. She wanted me to ‘bounce off the walls’. To enjoy qualifying. To embrace the moment. And I tried. I had realized how ungrateful my response might have come across to her.

But here’s the thing, I’m not good at popularity contests *smile* Oh not such a big surprise? *grin* Honestly, I’m not. And I’m also not a big fan of them. I think the first time I realized how much I disliked it was when I started to receive awards at school in grade seven because I was considered to be one of the well-known kids at school. Stuff like that really makes you question how good you are at something.

I love the saying; cream always rises to the top. Even if no one considers you to be anything ‘special’ because you don’t have the popular vote, you can rely on the quality, technique, spirit and time, you put into what you do. You know hard work eventually pays off. In life we’ve learned that principal. The more you put in, the more you get out.

When everyone stops writing, you keep on until you’ve typed The End. When everyone else loses hope during the query process. You submit your pitch and book again. You edit, rewrite, revise, and submit, again and again. You read up, educate yourself, you join groups, you network, learn from the people around you, you don’t give up on yourself or the dream of being an author. You’ve committed yourself. And Thank God, these industry people do care about the work because you’re growing and learning with each book you write.

Uh…until…you qualify to the next and final Nominations Round and you need 50 nominations to get to the final.


Stuck between wanting to yell and say, “Wow! How did that happen? I qualified!” And, “Okay, so nothing to get too excited about because there’s 50 nominations standing between you and the final round,” which is a sober way of looking at things, not necessarily bad or negative. It does however, have you stuck between excitement and apprehension. Wanting to celebrate this milestone, albeit small, and also to not get too enthusiastic because you might not make it *cringe*

So in a bid to help myself move on from feeling stuck, I’m going to ask that you nominate Dance of Love as your Readers’ Choice Award for Winter 2015 at The Romance Reviews ( The Nomination Round is open from Sept 11th until the 30th. So two weeks of nonstop voting! Thank you in advance for your support and for moving me to a place that’s less emotionally stuck *smile*

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What if you could only watch as your bright future slipped away from you?

Sally Cummings has had it tougher than most but, if nothing else, it’s taught her to grab opportunity with both hands. And, when she stands looking into the eyes of her new husband Peter on her perfect wedding day, it seems her life is finally on the up.

That is until the car crash that puts her in a coma and throws her entire future into question.

In the following months, a small part of Sally’s consciousness begins to return, allowing her to listen in on the world around her – although she has no way to communicate.

But Sally was never going to let a little thing like a coma get in the way of her happily ever after …

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With A Hip Hop Hippie To The Hip Hop


I`ve been tagged (a while back) by a wonderful writer and person, Ylette Pearson, in an Author Blog Hop.

Follow Ylette on Twitter at @ylettepearson, visit her website at

So here are the questions Ylette sent through to me and my answers:

What are you working on now?

Right now I`m insanely working on two projects and editing a completed manuscript (the one I entered for sytycw2014).

The one Elastic Heart is a New Adult contemporary romance novel with crossover potential, since the story spans over different timeframes in the main characters lives.  I`ve always wanted to write a story where a career in music plays a big part in the motivations of the characters. My main character wants to be a songwriter, but she`s opted to go the safe route by first getting a ‘sensible’ degree (her parents motivation). However, after graduation she packed up and moved from Stellenbosch (SA) to Manhattan (US) to do an internship at a record label. The path to success and love, of course, isn’t smooth.

The second novel Lineage: Paradise Lost is a paranormal romance set in a fictional world featuring Nephilim and Fallen Angels AND a quest for the Garden of Eden. Yep! Epic stuff! *laughs* It deals with a ‘young’ (because in human terms she wouldn`t be) female Nephilim who`s on the run from a group of Fallen Angels called The Pride (*grin* see what I did there?). The Pride`s in search of the Garden of Eden and believes she can lead them to it. Their main motivation for finding it is to eat the fruit from the Tree of Life in order to gain access to Heaven.  Look even the chick thinks they are nuts, but since they`re hunting her, she has no choice but to take them seriously. Since her birth, she`s lived in hiding on Earth in a fictional town in the Western Cape called Idendale . But why`s she so special to them? Because she`s the only Nephilim to have ever been born with wings. Oh and factor into that an inexplicable attraction to a, Orlando Bloom lookalike from The Lord of the Rings, Fallen Angel and you have lots of trouble on the horizon *grin*


Give the beginning on your WIP as an excerpt?

Since I`ve more than one, I decided to go with my contemporary novel`s tentative 1st Chapter.

*oh and it`s not edited*


Derek Welsh was a Rock-god, with his head bent and cradling the microphone-stand in his hands, he personified the hardcore star images on a Rolling Stones cover.

Black fitted jeans hugged his hips, in stark contrast with the crisp white t-shirt he wore. His muscles strained underneath the material as he moved forward into the song, his dark gaze sweeping over the crowd of swooning teenage girls ready to do his bidding.

He had picked the right song. There`s nothing like Bon Jovi`s classic and revered Bed of Roses to make budding female hearts thump in unison.

He had taken to the school stage as if born to it, displaying a comfortable-ness beyond his years. At seventeen, Derek came across older in the single spotlight hitting the strong angular edges of his face. But this image wasn`t the only thing that had matured him, Derek had suffered a great loss in his life.

As the story went, his whole family died in a car crash a year before.

He had moved to his uncle and aunt to the middle of SA`s wine country, Stellenbosch, bringing with him the glamour and tint of the big city Johannesburg.

Derek didn`t display a level of moodiness and darkness you would expect from someone who`ve dealt with so much tragedy, losing his parents and little brother and sister. Though he also didn`t show the usual carelessness towards life most teenage boys did.

He`d been part of Stellenbosch High for six months now and in that time he had quietly branded the scared halls with his presence, became popular amongst teachers and students alike and unobtrusively remained gracious.

Early on everyone got to know him as a musician. He became known for whipping out his guitar at bonfire parties in Strand or singing at clubs and bars in town that were…ahem… a bit lenient about who they let perform.

Clearly those appearances had honed his ability, because even as Hannah Spellman stood in the shadows of the school-hall, her pulse quicken with every word he sang. For some reason her brain kept on getting stuck on the image of Derek French-kissing anything be it the morning or even…heart clench, her.

He ran a hand through his jaw length pitch black hair and then as if fate willed it so, his eyes zeroed in on her and beads of sweat burst out all over her body.

No, he can`t possibly see me.

She flattened herself further against the back wall, and told herself to not be silly. Of course he wasn’t looking at her. As her female counterparts cheered and whistled, she squeezed her eyes shut at her stupidity. When she opened them again, he wasn`t looking in her direction anymore, proving her point, he hadn`t been fixated on her like she had been on him.


She wouldn`t have taken any interest in him if it hadn`t been for her older sister Alicia dragging her to Brollocks with a fake student ID-Card and a skimpy black dress.  It was Alicia`s twenty-first birthday and Hannah was visiting with her for the weekend in her girls dorm.

Their parents would`ve had a fit if they knew she had gone out with Alicia.

A long line outside had ensured that the club would be packed with students. She had secretly hoped they would be turned away at the door, but they hadn`t since Alicia knew the bouncer.

Their group had consisted mainly of Alicia`s girlfriends, but when they entered a bunch of guys called them over to the bar and dutifully sacrificed their seats for them. She had felt out of place amongst them as the unsophisticated high-schooler she was.

One of the guy`s latched onto her side and made light conversation. There had been nothing creepy about him, but before she could learn more of him her sister had grasped her by the hand and headed for the dance floor. A local band had just come on stage and everyone was hollering, impatient for their performance.

It was there she had spotted Derek, the new boy at school, strumming his electric guitar with vigour, his solo introduction for the lead singer`s vocals.

He hadn`t sung that night, but his passion for music eclipsed that of everyone else on the tiny platform. Or maybe she`d been prejudice, because of how for a brief moment in time, their eyes had locked as she stood transfixed in the swaying crowd, unable to miss the recognition that had danced across his face.

A small smile had tugged at his mouth.

Later in the evening when they had finished playing and Alicia commandeered all of them back to the bar for tequila shots, she had caught him elbowing his way through the mass of ricocheting bodies, his goal true as they gazed at each from a distance.

However as warm and fuzzy feelings made their way through her, a leggy blond cut into his path and pulled him in for a soul sucking kiss. He had drawn away in surprise which had turned into a delighted grin. They exchanged a tight hug.

That was all she had given herself permission to observe, she had excused herself from the group and went in search of the ladies room.

With the heavy beat of drums coming through the speakers she had stared at herself in the mirror, wondering why seeing him kiss another girl could have thrown her whole evening so off kilter.

Because they had shared a look, a connection? Because she had spun some romantic notion around the event?


Either way Derek had a girlfriend, a very beautiful one and she couldn`t compete. Not that she wanted to, she had told herself at the time. Especially if the tall, tanned surfer bodied types was the kind of girls he went for. She was anything but.

At five foot nothing; she would mildly be described as petite. Her light brown hair could be viewed as wavy on a good day and her tiny middle was in stark contrast to her curvy top and bottom. Hence her aversion for wearing figure hugging clothing and the excuse for a dress she wore that night had only served to emphasize every voluptuous bend she had.

Yep her mother would`ve killed Alicia if she had seen her youngest daughter decked out like she should be standing at a corner in the Red-light District.

She had gone back out when she felt like her old self again and was subsequently relieved when Alicia wanted them to move on to another club.

The Monday at school she had made sure to ignore him having convinced herself thoroughly over the weekend that the whole incident was a figment of her imagination. Maybe she had wanted to see more. Maybe he hadn`t recognized her and smiled. Maybe someone else had stood behind her. She hadn`t even made sure to check!

In the end she had felt mortification so acutely she had curled up in a ball on her bed the Sunday evening when the thought of seeing him the next day left her in an embarrassed heap.

He hadn`t sought her out at school, which convinced her, she had imagined the whole thing.

But unlike then she wouldn`t be able to avoid him now, even as she stood at the back of the school hall. No, her friend Amy had made sure of it.

Hannah was scheduled to sing after him in this year’s talent competition.

She had never done anything like it before. Usually she skipped such events for the simple reason that her music was personal to her, her dairy. She didn`t feel the urge to share it with the world, to have people judge her words. But Amy, knowing her dream of being a songwriter, had suggested she started creating a music-CV by actually performing her own songs first.

There was indeed logic to Amy`s suggestion and though she had numerous times recorded herself and tried to post the videos to her channel on YouTube, she couldn`t click the button that would ultimately expose her to the whole planet.

Plus her parents, though having paid for expensive piano lessons and a vocal coach, didn`t want her to pursue a career in the industry. She first had to get a degree, any qualification it seemed, to fall back on and only then could she try for the arts.

She had agreed, because to be honest, she wasn`t so brave as to fork out into such a treacherous environment. The idea of swimming in uncharted territory didn`t sit well with her apply-to-all-the-rules personality. Yes she was creatively inclined, but more the organized-chaos type of artist, not the ones who blindly head into the wilderness and discover a new country.

Hannah bit her lip as Derek`s song came to a close. The windows shook as the applause vibrated through the room. This wasn`t about trying to win, she knew she didn`t stand a chance against Derek or even some of the other acts that had gone on before her. This was about learning about thick skin. She needed to pop her performing cherry so to speak.

Hannah pushed away from the wall.

“How do you feel?” Amy stood next to her. She had completely forgotten about her.

“Scared. Nervous. Like I`m going to faint at any moment,” she replied on a shaky breath.

Amy gave a short laugh. “You`ll be fine, especially when you get in the zone.”

Hannah rolled her eyes. Amy always talked about her appearing like she was being transported to another time and place when she sang.

“Well wish me luck, because after Derek I`m gonna need it. In fact his fan-base is probably pissed they can`t get him to give them an encore.”

As the words left her mouth, the crowd started chanting, “We want more!”

Derek with an amused smile, shook his head. “We can pick this up this coming weekend,” he replied and they yelled affirmatives back at him.

As he made his way off the stage, she walked up to it with her heart beating fiercely in her throat. Amy had given her a warm hug just as she was about to make her way down the side of the cheering horde, now she was alone to literally face the music.

As she neared the stairs, Derek passed her with a surprised look on his face. She bravely moved her facial muscles into something less tight, trying to fend off the butterflies that were wrecking havoc not just in her stomach.

She felt lightheaded and took deep breathes as Principal Matthews announced she was the next act.

A hush went through the room and she gulped. She hadn`t expected that, in fact for some reason she had expected everyone to completely ignore her and go on with munching on crisps and drinking the spiked punch.

She made a quick silent prayer up to the heavens as she sat behind the school`s old piano. She didn`t look at her audience for fear she would bolt up from the bench and make a run for it.

Placing her fingers above the black and white keys she inhaled deeply, and then let out the air. As her fingers found the opening for Jordin Spark`s Battlefield, she became anchored. The delicate sound perfectly conveyed the heavy emotional beginning of the song.

The silence that enveloped her voice cocooned her and it was almost as if she was singing in her room with only the stars for company.

The song had brought her out of a dark period in her life. It had helped her to deal with everything she couldn`t voice to anyone, not even Amy. At the climax her voice climbed, the flow of the keys much more energetic and she lost herself in the beam of light shining down on her, directing the lyrics to an unseen God.

Everything thundered around her and she realized as the last sounds faded, her peers were applauding her. Principal Matthews joined her on stage and she got up from behind the piano and acknowledged everyone with a bewildered smile.

Amy stood right in front with her phone aimed at her.

As the announcement for the next performance was made, she ducked to the side of the stage, not ready yet to face everyone.

“You sang beautifully,” a gravelly voice spoke up behind her and she spun around. Derek.

“Thank you,” she managed to say.

He was leaning against the opposite wall, his guitar at his feet.

“Uhm…you were great,” she blurted out and cringed at her inability to make casual conversation.

He stared at her for a full heart beat, and then a slow smile worked its way from the middle of his mouth to the corners. Before she could contemplate how awkward she was, he had pushed away from the wall and came to a standstill a mere breath from her.

His dark eyes gleamed in the soft backstage lighting and she wasn`t sure what his intention were as he kept her gaze ensnared to his.

“You shouldn’t hide yourself,” he finally broke the heavy silence.

“I`m not…” His finger on her lips shut her up sufficiently.

“I`ve never seen someone shine as brightly as you had done just now. Don`t hide that.”  His thumb stroked across her bottom lip and a shudder went through her. It was needless to say no one had ever touched her so intimately.

Loud clapping brought her back to reality. Derek, however hadn`t stopped his caress; instead he went a step further. He bent his head and brushed gently with his tongue where his thumb had been.

The shock of what was happening hadn`t registered in her brain until he drew away from her and coldness took the place of where his touch had been.

“You`re up again Derek,” one of his friends, Ian, suddenly said from behind him.

With Derek`s tall lanky frame shielding her, his friend couldn`t see what had transpired between them, yet a hot flush went through her inevitably burning her cheeks.

His hand briefly cupped her face, “Stay good Hannah.”

Her heart leaped out of her chest. How does he know my name?

He went back on the stage for his encore and as the accompanied roars indicated a sure victory tonight.

Hannah couldn`t say why she experienced a strange loss. Yes, even in that moment of pure bliss of him acknowledging her existence, she was aware of the fact that him kissing her weren`t a promise. It had surely been a goodbye.

How is your work different from others?

I`m a selfish writer…yep you read right. I write the stories that are closest to my heart, intrigues me, get`s a laugh from me- as I think on how I’m going to ‘mess’ up the ever crooked path of love. My stories usually come from those motivations.

Elastic Heart (before it was named) had sat in my head for years until I heard Maroon 5`s Wipe Your Eyes and Daylight on my playlist as I was editing another book and the above opening chapter played off in my head. I had written so many stories over the years and yet I hadn`t found the ‘right’ moment, if I could call it that, for my ‘music’ story. Funnily enough it took music to bring it all together.

I guess what I`m saying in a very longwinded way is, this is what I bring to the table as an author. Moments. I`m big on creating moments in my stories, because inevitably it`s moments in life that inspire me to write 🙂

* Thank you to Ylette for tagging me. I haven`t tagged anyone else, since it`s been hectic on my end. But I hope everyone enjoys this post and the Excerpt from Elastic Heart*