Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Blog Tour The Masters M.C. Book: #1


Series: The Masters M.C. Book: #1
Subtitle: Property Of
Author: B.B. Blaque
Genre: M.C. Romance/BDSM/Erotica/Suspense
Release Date: February 9th, 2016


Blurb:
A Riches to Doo Rags Story
Sometimes the wrong side of the tracks is the right place to be.
The Masters M.C. #1-Property Of

Fall in love with Tuesday and Colt...and with the Masters M.C.

Embark on a journey that begins with a dusty pair of boots and a near collision on the side of a foggy, country road.

Meet a different kind of American motorcycle club—part outlaw, part BDSM Master, all code and heart.

Tuesday has been running on empty for years, that changes when she almost literally collides with Colt, the president of THE MASTERS M.C.
A born outlaw, Colt has created something new, and Tuesday finds herself wondering if the
sexy, tattooed biker is a sinner, or saint, as she rides on the back of his Harley,
into a world she could never imagine.

Running from a past she didn't want, one she didn't dare know, and fearing for her life. She learns NOT ALL FAMILY IS BLOOD related, and some of the deepest roots are forged in LEATHER, INK & CHROME.

When a suit wearing PSYCHOPATH from the past comes to claim her, she glimpses first-hand the protection her new, leather-clad family has to offer.

WITNESS...
The initial buds form on the family tree, and the brutal, suspenseful ride toward the birth of a new breed of biker.

FEEL…
As the first seeds are sown to grow the sassy, would-be debutante, into the slave Colt knows will make the bloodshed worthwhile.

LEARN...
Along with Tuesday, what both lifestyles are really about, on her journey to becoming…PROPERTY OF






PLAYLIST/SOUNDTRACK

1. Tuesday’s Gone-Lynyrd Skynyrd

2. One Way Out-the Allman Brothers Band

3. Swamp Woman-Stranger

4. Midnight Rider- the Allman Brothers Band

5. Copperhed Road-Steve Earle

6. No Trouble No More- the Allman Brothers Band

7. Deal With the Preacher- Lynyrd Skynyrd

8. Black Sunshine-White Zombie
9. Cry For The Bad Man- Lynyrd Skynyrd
10. On the Hunt- Lynyrd Skynyrd
11. Her Strut-Bob Seger
12. Bad Company-Bad Company
13. Chain Lightning- .38 Special
14. Bad Company –Five Finger Death Punch
15. Turn the Page-Bob Seger
16. Blue Sky- the Allman Brothers Band
17. Tell It Like It Is-the Neville Brothers featuring Gregg Allman
18. Devil Woman-Bruce Willis
19. Soul Shine- the Allman Brothers Band
20. Ice Cream Man-Van Halen
21. So Hott-Kid Rock
22. Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More- the Allman Brothers Band
23. Highway to Hell-AC/DC
24. Wrong Side of Heaven-Five Finger Death Punch
25. Baby Did a Bad Thing-Chris Isaak
26. Stormy Monday- the Allman Brothers Band
27. Good Morning Little School Girl- the Allman Brothers Band
28. Closer-Nine Inch Nails
29. Hell’s Bells-AC/DC
30. Ride On-AC/DC
31. Done Somebody Wrong- Lynyrd Skynyrd
32. Highway Song-Blackfoot
33. Cut the Cord-Shinedown
34. Silver Blue & Gold-Bad Company
35. Wild Horses-the Sundays
36.Voodoo Lake- Lynyrd Skynyrd

37. Buck's Nouvelle Jole Blon-Buckwheat Zydeco

38. 45-Shinedown

39. She’s Country-Jason Aldean

40. Train, Train-Blackfoot






INTERVIEW with the co-founders of the Masters M.C. Colt Daniels (president) and Kash Kendrick (the first sergeant at arms/enforcer)

I took a list of questions over to the Whipping Post, the dungeon owned by the Masters M.C. Rather than interviewing Colt myself; I decided to ask the girls in my Facebook group, Old Ladies of the Masters M.C., to come up with questions they’d want answered. I gave the lists to Kash, and he’s doing the interview while I hang out with the ladies (I’ve missed them!)



KASH: "Dude, okay, so B.B.'s girl Crafty Minx wants to know if you're pumped for this book to come out." (Kicks back and throws his feet up on a stool) "Chick asks a good question, I mean, the world is gonna know our shit."

COLT: "They'll only know the shit I told B.B. Ya know—club business is club business." (Exhales cigarette) "Besides brother, the old shit I told her is so ancient and no one can prove dick..."


KASH:"Oh, ya don't say? Since when was there a statute of limitations on murder, dude?"

COLT: "Don’t get your boots in a bunch! You told her your shit too, brother. That was some fuckin’ darkness there!" (Swallows his beer hard, takes a drag on his smoke.) "Like I said, nothin' can be proven. I'm not worried."

KASH: "I got your back, brother, ya know, just in case."
(Colt rolls his eyes, thinking back to the last time he heard that statement.)

COLT: "The club is gonna explode after this--we think we got a lot of chapters now. Hold on to your apes motherfucker—this shit is just gettin' started!"

KASH: “Dude—ya know with this comin’ out there’s gonna be some attention rollin’ in your direction. Do you think the green-eyed gremlin is gonna creep up and fuck with you and your girl?”

COLT: “You know better than that, brother.”

KASH: “One of the old ladies…chick by the name, Sweet T, asked. I know how shit is—but I also know you’re a possessive sonofabitch!”

COLT: “No one is gonna get near my girl—period—end of story! She knows that, I know that, and any man who tries will learn it in a New York second, brother. You know we take care of shit.”

(Colt stands up and walks around the play area, past the tractor and over to Tuesday. He kisses the top of her head and goes to sit back down.)

“There’s no need for jealousy. She knows I’m not going anywhere—and neither is she. People look—whatever…put your hands on what’s mine and bad shit happens.”

KASH: "Speaking of jealousy, dude, another one of the chicks in the Old Ladies' Clubhouse wants to know...." (Holds paper against his chest and smirks) "If she can lick your abs..." (Chuckling)

COLT: (Smiling, swallowing a sip of beer.)
"Yeah, she can lick my stomach… (Laughing,)…I mean she has to drink somehow right?" (Colt looks to Kash who nods in agreement.)

"Lemme see that paper, what's the chick's name(Colt looks at the questionnaire,)....Edith...okay, baby...get a glass of water…not too cold…and get down and crawl to me…don’t spill or you’ll have to go refill it."

KASH: "Dude, she's got a glass of water, how is she gonna crawl?"

COLT: "Edith baby, you wanna figure it out don't you?" (To Kash,) "Where there's a will, there is a way. Rember, you get them, to come to you."

KASH:(Still laughing, rolling his eyes at Colt.)

Tough Cookie and another one of the chicks, ‘Nilla, wanna to know if the club is what you visualized, like was it what you expected. Would you have done anything different? Did you imagine your life like this when you were a little punk-ass hangin’ around the clubhouse? (Kash bursts into laughter.)

COLT: That’s a question for both of us, brother. We did this shit together…but, I think B.B. covers a lot of that in the book—don’t wanna step on toes here. And, what makes you think I was a punk-ass? I was Redhook’s kid after all! I dreamed of bein’ president of the Malevolent M.C. one day. All I knew was club life—biker born and bred baby—it’s all I ever imagined.” (Colt drags hard on his cigarette and slugs back some beer.)

“I could never imagine this thing we started—who the fuck could? Well, now maybe some kids might, but no, not in our day.”

KASH: “From my side, how ‘bout this brother…We fuckin’ grew up in this shit, this was who we always were…Shit changes man, we totally changed. The dude I was when we started this shit is totally not who I am now. I was a kid—now I’m a man with a mission. The club changed me.”

COLT: “Look at you getting’ all philosophical and shit—damn, brother, have you been talkin’ to your dad?”

(Scratches his goatee, sips some beer and swallows.)

“As for changin’ shit—no, I wouldn’t. The shit that went down had to happen. It’s the life, ya know, man? Now, it’s all worth it—blood under the bridge. We are who we are—have the bonds we have—because of all the bullshit, all the bloodshed.”

KASH: “Dude, I’m gonna put a few of these questions together. They’re about your girl, Tuesday.”

(Kash shuffles the paper, looking for the questions to merge, sitting up in his chair.)

“They wanna know how you feel about parading her around, like showin’ her off and shit…” (Kash looks over the paper at Colt.) “Not that anyone minds seein’ her all hooked up to the St. Colt’s Cross or the tractor—just sayin’, dude.”

COLT: “And? Not for nothin’, but that’s just part of bein’ in our family. I don’t get the question.”

KASH: “Brother, I get it, but people who don’t know the club may not it. The whole world could know about all your personal shit, man. How do you feel about that?”

COLT: “Around our place—bein’ naked and on display, bein’ here at the Post on display—it’s just day to day life. Doubt you’re breakin’ out with wood when you see her—it is what it is.”

(Sips beer—looks over at Tuesday sitting at the bar with Serenity and me.)

COLT: “And what I’ve got with that girl—I fuckin’ want the world to know! Never thought I’d find a chick like her, a slave like her—well, there isn’t another Tuesday. That little fireball is my reason to live, breathe and be a better fuckin’ man. So, fuck, tell everyone—I will! …Tuesday Grace—I fuckin’ love your fiery little ass!

(He calls to Tuesday, who beams with pride.)

KASH: “Okay, Casanova, are we gonna do this or what?” (Kicks his boots back onto the stool and looks over the questions.) “These ladies have more questions…about us.”

COLT: “Where did Kash go? You’re bein’ all fuckin’, Mr. Secretary. I’d think Hard Drive was here.”

(Colt shoots a look in my direction. Maybe I should’ve done the interview)

KASH: “No, dude, I am not uptight like that.”
(Kash leans into Colt and whispers.) “Dude, she’s writin’ my shit now, I don’t wanna piss B.B. off—chill the fuck out.”

(Back to the interview questions.)

“They wanna know how we became friends. Be careful with what you say here, brother. I’ve told B.B. the heavy bullshit that really cemented things with you and me. She’s puttin’ it in my story.”

COLT: “Long story short…my Pops, Redhook and Kash’s dad, Graffiti, came up together in New York. They went to ‘Nam together. They were part of two different clubs—one west coast, the other east—and from that, we were sorta friends by birth. Our brotherhood—true friendship—is something B.B. will tell ya about. Again, not gonna piss in her cereal.”

KASH: “Okay, okay—don’t go pissin’ in anyone’s cereal, besides—you know that’s my move!

KASH: “Here’s a lighter question and, dude, this one’s funny. ‘Colt, would you ever cut your hair?’”

COLT: “What’s so fuckin’ funny? I do cut it, for Locks of Love, but then I grow the shit right back. I’m almost allergic to scissors—they’ll bury me with my hair—but for a good cause, yeah.”

“Gimme that, brother! You’re makin’ shit up now….” (Colt grabs the paper from Kash) “Oh, here’s one—I think it’s for you…” (Colt chuckles and looks at Kash.)

COLT: “Kash…brother, what is your darkest fantasy?”

KASH: “No, dude, this is your interview! They wanna know about my dark fantasies they need to meet me in your story first—you know I’m not lyin’, brother!”

COLT: “Point taken, brother—you’re right on with that.”

KASH: “What about your darkness?”

COLT: “I don’t look at my stuff as being dark or light—it just is what it is. I’d wanna know…” (Colt grabs the paper,) “Who asked that…?” (Scans paper.) “Bats, what do you consider dark, babe? I don’t think of what I do, or fantasize about as being dark.”

KASH: “While you’re talkin’ to Bats, she had another question.” (Points to the list,) “Right here, what do you look for in a slave?”

COLT: “That girl right there—my old lady—Tuesday. (Colt points to Tuesday.) What made her so special was that beautiful strength she has—just fuck—it really is incredible. I love that once she knew the deal, she was open minded and trusted enough to let me control the ride—she was still a handful, but I like her that way. I mean controlling a breeze is one thing, but for a motherfuckin’ hurricane to rest at your feet because it wants to, can’t help itself—at the end of the day—that makes it all the sweeter!”

KASH: “This is a good question, dude. What fact about us surprises people the most?”

(Kash raises his hand, stands, and scoots over to the bar, still talking.)

“What the fuck doesn’t surprise people about us? How much shit do people get totally wrong? Fuck, dude, right?”

(Kash returns with two beers)

COLT: “No shit, where to begin? They think we’re criminals—well, we were, but not like what they thought. We took care of shit within our world—we didn’t fuck with Joe-Blow Citizen.”

(Colt lights another cigarette and slips the new beer into a koozie)

“They think ‘cause we’re all tatted out, and ride bikes with loud pipes—we’re scary. Fuck—be more worried about the motherfucker at the bank, the one fidgeting in line with the suit and blank stare. That sonofabitch doesn’t have a soul. Those pricks can play dress up—wolves in fuckin’ wool suits—but it doesn’t change who the fuck they are.”

(This question obviously hit a nerve.)

KASH: “They have no idea about the good shit we do—for our own and for the community—right, dude? They don’t hear about those things.
Fuck that shit, man! That’s why we live in a world we fuckin’ created.”

COLT: “Next question, brother. We could rant about this shit all damned day!”

KASH: “This one is different,” (Kash shows Colt the paper. Colt looks a little uneasy.)

COLT: “Damn, we haven’t really talked about kids—not sure it’s in the cards for us—but never say never, right?”

(Colt looks over at Tuesday, rubbing his goatee, and smoking.)

“If I was gonna have a kid—it would definitely be with her…we’d have to make a separate place for family activities—away from everything.”

KASH: “We never put this into the plans—I guess it could happen to someone. Dude, it will not be me—that is not my bag! Can you imagine more of me runnin’ around?”

COLT: “Fuck no! Brother, you’re right—don’t procreate—parenthood wouldn’t suit you. Back to the question though…If I ever had a kid—boy or girl—and they wanted into this, I’d be all for it! A girl child couldn’t be safer with our group around to protect her. A boy would probably come up like we did….”

KASH: “I think this is the last one…we can both answer this. What is your pet peeve?”

COLT & KASH:(In unison.) “The fuckin’ Satan’s Scavengers M.C.!!! Hands down!”





About the author

I live the BDSM lifestyle, as a submissive, and have for many years, so when I write it comes from knowledge of the subject matter. I have also been involved, in some way, with bikers, and motorcycle clubs since I was a teenager. What I write doesn’t come from research; it comes from living the lifestyles and writing what I know.

I write beautifully flawed characters who ultimately find, perfection is not a prerequisite. Our flaws are what make us unique and some flaws complement each other better than others.

I love BDSM (Male dominant/female submissive.) There's something that just feels so right about a man wearing the pants (especially when he wears them well and fills them nicely.) I am interested in the psychological aspects of relationships in general and especially when there is a power-exchange dynamic.

My world would stopping revolving if not for heavy rock music (and the wonderfully talented people who make it.) Music and it's makers will definitely be strongly visible in my work. I listen, I remember...I listen, I'm inspired...to write...to love...to fuck...to live.

I hope I will weave these things together in ways people will enjoy and connect with.




Links

The Masters M.C. #1-Property Of
Angel to Butterfly #1-Golden Doll-

Not Even Death #1-Eternally Your Master-
Not Even Death #2-Still Your Master
Not Even Death #3-Always Your Master
WEBSITES
TRAILERS for NOT EVEN DEATH series







Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Landry in Like Blog Tour Giveaway


Series Info The Landry's True Colors Series is a clean reads young adult humor series about friendship, self-esteem, fitting in, middle school and high school, frenemies, crushes, and self-image. It’s clean reads book so it’s suitable for ages 10 and up.
Things seem to be going well in Landry Albright’s world—she’s getting invited to be on local talk shows to talk about her modeling career, her best friends have her back, and her boyfriend Vladi has becoming someone she can truly count on…and then everything changes.
Suddenly it seems like most of the girls in school are into hanging out at a new teen dance club, while Landry just wants to spend her weekends playing video games and baking cup-cakes at sleepovers. Then, Yasmin McCarty, the most popular girl in school, starts to come between Landry’s friendship with her best friend Ashanti. Things take a turn when Yasmin tells Vladi that Landry is interested in another boy. Can Landry get her relationships with Ashanti and Vladi back or will she be left out and left behind?


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Author bio
Krysten Lindsay Hager is the author of the Landry’s True Colors Series, a clean reads young adult series and the new ​Star Series. Krysten writes about friendship, self-esteem, fitting in, middle school and high school, frenemies, modeling, crushes, values, and self-image in True Colors, Best Friends…Forever? And Landry in Like, as well as in, Next Door to a Star (Star Series). Her sequel to Next Door to a Star will be out March 22 2016.
Krysten is a book addict who has never met a bookstore she didn’t like. She’s worked as a journalist and writes YA, MG, humor essays, and adult fiction. She is originally from Michigan and has lived in Portugal, South Dakota, and currently resides in southwestern Ohio where you can find her reading and writing when she’s not catching up on her favorite shows. She received her master’s degree from the University of Michigan-Flint.
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http://doubledeckerbooks.blogspot.com/2016/01/sign-up-to-review-landry-in-like.html


Excerpt
Excerpt #1:
I wanted to call my friends and tell them about being on the talk show, but Mom said we had to be at the TV station super early — even before school started. She said I could text them, but I had to turn off my phone and go to bed.
“I’m waking you up at four a.m.,” she said. “You have to be there at five-thirty.”
“Can I just call Peyton and Ashanti? Please?”
“Fine, but you have five minutes and then that phone is mine and you’re in bed.”
I dialed Peyton, but her mom said she was in the shower. I told her mom about the show tomorrow and said my mom wouldn’t let me stay up any later to call Peyton back.
“How exciting! I will make sure Peyton knows, and I will be watching you tomorrow. Good luck, honey,” Mrs. Urich said.
I called Ashanti next and told her.
“Get out. Get. Out. No way. This is so exciting!”
“I’m so nervous. My stomach is already doing cartwheels. I can’t do one, but my stomach can. Seems unfair. What if I throw up before I go on? I did that right before I went on at the statewide Ingénue competition in Detroit, and my mom had to give me a cough drop to cover up the smell.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine, but… just in case, take a cough drop with you,” Ashanti said. “Good luck. You’ll be great and I’ll go set the DVR now.”
I hung up and sent a text to Vladi, India, Devon, Thalia, Tori, and Ericka, so no one would be mad and feel left out. Then I shut off my phone. Mom poked her head in the door to make sure I was in bed.
“Night, hon. Try to get some rest,” she said.
Easier said than done. I stared at my ceiling while thinking about all the things that could possibly go wrong tomorrow. Seeing as the show was on in the morning, I never got to watch it, so I had no idea what the set was like — did it have super high chairs and I’d struggle to get into them? And what if it had those higher stools that were kind of tippy and my rear overshot the seat and I fell off? Or what if the prep questions got lost and the interviewer asked me random things like my feelings on nuclear war or asked me about some foreign political leader who I had never heard of before, and I appeared stupid? Why did I say I’d do this? I tried to get comfortable and it felt like I had just dozed off when I felt my mom shaking my shoulder.
“Rise and shine, TV star,” she said.
Excerpt #2
“This is going to be so much fun!” Devon said as she opened the door. We all walked in and instantly my head felt weird and I tripped. My eyes had to adjust to the light as it was way darker inside, and everything was outlined in neon and lights. It was like a huge warehouse, and it was noisy and crowded. I wanted to turn around and call Mr. Allen to save me from this big, scary mob. But the other girls were all smiling. Even Peyton. Great, I was the only one wetting my pants in fear. Liv saw some guys she knew so we walked over to watch them play pool. Almost immediately a group of boys came over and bought sodas for Kendall, Liv, Valine, India, and Devon. I went to say something to Peyton when I noticed she had a soda in her hand, too.
Just then one of the guys bumped into me. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there,” he said.
“No worries,” I said. I’m just the invisible soda-less one. Don’t mind me, I wasn’t thirsty anyway.
Kendall glanced at her phone. “My brother texted me that he and Vladi are here already. Do you want to go find them?” I nodded.
“Does he know I’m here?”
She shook her head. “No, I wasn’t sure if you were coming or not when I talked to him, so I just told him you might be coming. They usually hang out over at the air hockey table.”
I tried texting Ashanti again, but no response. Was it too loud in here for her to hear her phone, or was she too busy having fun to care?  Liv and Peyton came with us to go look for Steve and Vladi. Liv spotted them over by some couches. Vladi was sitting on the edge of an ottoman and a red-haired girl was leaning over and whispering in his ear. He was nodding and looking around. She put her hand on his arm and leaned forward.
“Oh man, that does not look good,” Liv said.
“He doesn’t seem interested in her,” Kendall said. “He’s looking everyplace but at her. I’ve known him for years, and if he likes a girl then he has razor focus. Trust me.”
I felt a little queasy when she said that. How many girls had she seen him be interested in?
Peyton put her hand on my arm. “It does seem like she’s more into him.” We watched as Vladi pulled out his phone and started texting.  
“See? You don’t text when you’re with someone you like,” Kendall said, folding her arms. “That would just be rude.”
The redhead moved closer and now had both her hands on his upper arm. My eyes stung with tears.
“Clingy, much?” Liv said. “She’s, like, a stalker.”
“Do you want me to go over there?” Kendall asked. I shook my head, willing myself not to throw up on the floor.




Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Fragments Blog Tour


Blurb:
LIFE; FEEL IT,
SEE IT, TASTE IT AND KNOW IT
LET THE MUSIC OF POETRY BEGIN
AND WALK WITH ME THROUGH THE PAGES OF FRAGMENTS

FRAGMENTS SPEAKS LIFE, THE SWEETER SOFTER, PEACEFUL SIDE THAT HAS SO MUCH PASSION AND LOVE FOR LIFE.

AND

FRAGMENTS SPEAKS OF THE ANGER, HATRED, JUDGEMENT, LACK OF LOVE, AND COMPASSION SEEKING LIFE WITHIN SOCIETY….

THIS IS THE PIECES OF FRAGMENTS OF SOCIAL ATTITUDE AT ITS BEST AND WORST




Excerpt 1:
 I choose America,
to live in this land
That was built on personal choice,
to live under a Constitution,
Of Liberty & Justice & Freedom
for ALL…

I have witness society corrupt…
Liberty & Justice & Freedom
Respect MY privacy,
as I choose not to walk
With what some call
SOCIETY!!

Some say that mine’s all wrong,
That I must live by their rules,
And not my own…
Liberty & Justice & Freedom

Social Graces,
is the simple fact,
That society can kiss my ass!!



Excerpt 2:
Shaking the feeling of the day’s end, only to find a weary line of poetry. Lines break off and trails end no-where to be found. Only me and the screen with no words to play, just struggle to express one’s words of thought. Jumping up, running from the screen, too scared to write what it all means. Lines break off and trails end no-where to be found. Writer’s block is the enemy when one wants to express, between hand and screen nothing more exists. The world continues to spin, my hands continue to type senseless words, that no-one will read. The weary line of poetry is my only friend, I can speak of secrets and taunting games of words, but the screen protects. While the line breaks off and the trails end no-where to be found….
only one, the screen




Bio:
Jeniann Bowers was born in Whitefish, Montana in 1972. She was raised in Eureka, Montana most of her younger years. She was the youngest of four children and is the only surviving girl. Jeniann attended Rexford Elementary School her kindergarten year and the following year she transferred to Eureka Elementary School where she graduated from the eighth grade in 1987. She attended Lincoln County High School until her junior year when she moved from Eureka to Medford, Oregon with her mother and stepfather. Her mother passed away in January 1991, and Jeniann soon got married and started a family. She was married for 21 years and had five children. She lost a daughter to SIDS in March 1994. Jeniann has recently become divorced and is raising her two boys with her daughter's help. Jeniann's youngest son suffers from Autism. J. also suffers from her own disabilities of Fibromyalgia, physical chronic pain, neuropathy, chronic depression and anxiety.
Jeniann attended college at Capella University throughout most of her writing career. She made both the President's and Dean's list for outstanding academic achievements.
Jeniann is published poetess. Her books have been in the top ten bestselling list on Amazon in the past and her current ratings stand at 4.5. She has published the following books: Expressions on Life Book One, Expressions and Letters, Phraseology and Letters, Collection of 25 Days of Christmas Poetry, Poems, Dreams & More, Poetry Is...???, Poetry: The Lighter Side of Silliness, The Sound of Nature: Collected Poems & Other Writings and soon to be released Fragments, and the re-release of Expressions, and Phraseology of Love, 25 Days of Christmas Poetry.
Jeniann is the owner of Poetry is...which is a blogging business of her own personal poetry, teachings of poetry, journals and other writings. Jeniann is a firm advocate for poetry publishing and writing poetry.




Author Interview: Fragments

What inspires you to write poetry?
Several things inspire me to write poetry. Nature plays a large role in most of my poetry. I was raised in the mountains in Montana and nature was all around me. Different poets inspire me as well, especially Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson’s poetry. Music inspires me when I am really sincerely in touch with my emotions. To me, inspiration is all around me, I just stay in tuned with my surroundings and how it makes me feel.

What is a measure of success as a poet?
The measure of success as a poet is just writing the poem. I don’t measure my success by my readers or by how many books I sell. I measure my success on each poem I write, how I put the poem together and how the poem makes me feel as a poet.

Who are some of your favorite poets?
Robert Frost is my all-time favorite, with poems such as, “Nothing Gold Can Stay,” “Birches,” “Mending Wall,” “Fire and Ice,” Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening.” Robert’s word play is what inspires me the most and his thought process of his poetry is unbelievably amazing.

Emily Dickinson is my hero, she just wrote poetry and never worried about society likes or dislikes of her work. Her poems depict this in each one, she wrote from the heart and soul of her emotions.

Maya Angelou, I look at her as a teacher in the modern world of poetry. I study her poetry a lot and learn a lot from her poems and how she displays her emotions through her poetry.  

What advice do you have for aspiring poets?
My advice to anyone who writes or wants to write is keep practicing. The more you write the better you will become and easier the writing process and word play becomes.  

Do the Internet and social media contribute to the well-being of poetry?
I have mixed feelings about social media and poetry. Yes, the Internet and social media opens up the door and has helped bring poetry to new audiences, however, I am choosy about what platforms I use to promote my own poetry.

What do most well-written poems have in common?
The specialty and structure.

What book are you reading right now? I am always reading more than just one book, there can never be just one. The Poet’s Corner by John Lithgow and Ponderings by Michele Ward




What does “being creative” mean to you?
Being creative to me means that I can express myself in a new way in which I have never done before. Being creative means to create a formation of words into a written piece of work that sheds the specialty of the written word.  

What kind of creative patterns, routines or rituals do you have?
I use many different creative patterns. In my Top Ten, I speak about word play and what I call the “Word Theater;” which is my writer’s notebook that I keep my creative patterns such as word banks of words that go together or rhyme together.

As for routines, I have to take a few moments and meditate, go for a walk or journal to get into the motion of creativity.

My biggest ritual of writing is having my time and my coffee to write.

Which creative medium would you love to pursue but haven’t yet?
I would love to learn more about songwriting. I have always had a love and interest for lyrics and for music.

What's the biggest mistake you've made as a writer?
Trust! When I first started out I trusted everyone! I was wrong there, I found myself swallowed up by a group of writers that only cared about themselves and their work   I thought if I helped them promote their work, they in return would help me. I have learned more about why I call myself a poet and why I write from this experience. I recluse myself more and only depend on a small handful of friends for support.

If you had to convince a friend or colleague to read this book, what might you tell them?
First, I would tell them that poetry can save your life and then I would ask them their thoughts about life. After the answer I would tell them exactly what the beginning of my book says “LIFE; FEEL IT, SEE IT, TASTE IT AND KNOW IT~ LET THE MUSIC OF POETRY BEGIN AND WALK WITH ME THROUGH THE PAGES OF FRAGMENTS.”

Where does this book fit into your career as a writer?
This book is far from being a milestone in my career as a poet. This book stands out from my usual routine of writing about broken hearts, love and grief. I am very excited and happy with this book.

What influenced this book?
Life influenced this book. Being in touch with my surroundings.


Tell me about your book.
Fragments has three sections to it, Fragments of Peace, Fragments of Social Attitude, and Fragments of Love. Fragments of Peace speaks the softer sweeter side, peaceful side of life and my social attitude towards it. Fragments of Social Attitude speaks of anger, hatred, judgment, lack of love and the compassion seeking life within society. Fragments of Love speaks about the truth I see in love and my feelings about love at this moment in my life as a whole.






Friday, December 25, 2015

@_JBowers Blog 25 Days of Christmas Blog Tour







Blurb: New Edition of “Collection of 25 Days of Christmas Poetry” A family book of poems with a special touch of Christmas joy, cheer and Christ.




















Review
This is a must read for the Holiday season! I enjoy all the different kinds of Christmas point of views. There's poems about family, snow, music, gifts, God, fun, food, toys, Christmas Tress, Winter, and just all around the Holiday times itself. I enjoy the lightness of this book. This book would make great gift to all reads. A great way to kick of the Christmas time of year! So get yourself some hot coco, cookies and get ready for a sweet holiday poetry! 




Excerpt:
Winter
Quiet, soft tender sounds
Crackling fireplaces
Warm blankets
Sleepy afternoons
Snow falling so peaceful
Winter is here

Homemade soups
Fill the tummies
Sweet smell of yummy desserts
Christmas in the air
Lights of sorted colors

Family, friends and loved ones
Hugs and kisses
Laughter and love
Smiling faces
Pretty wrapped presents
Underneath the Christmas tree

Baby Jesus
Shepherds travel
Near and far
North Star lighting
The nightly sky
Remember

Christ this season!

Bio
Jeniann Bowers was born in Whitefish, Montana in 1972. She was raised in Eureka, Montana most of her younger years. She was the youngest of four children and is the only surviving girl. Jeniann attended Rexford Elementary School her kindergarten year and the following year she transferred to Eureka Elementary School where she graduated from the eighth grade in 1987. She attended Lincoln County High School until her junior year when she moved from Eureka to Medford, Oregon with her mother and stepfather. Her mother passed away in January 1991, and Jeniann soon got married and started a family. She was married for 21 years and had five children. She lost a daughter to SIDS in March 1994. Jeniann has recently become divorced and is raising her two boys with her daughter's help. Jeniann's youngest son suffers from Autism. J. also suffers from her own disabilities of Fibromyalgia, physical chronic pain, neuropathy, chronic depression and anxiety.
Jeniann attended college at Capella University throughout most of her writing career. She made both the President's and Dean's list for outstanding academic achievements.
Jeniann is published poetess. Her books have been in the top ten bestselling list on Amazon in the past and her current ratings stand at 4.5. She has published the following books: Expressions on Life Book One, Expressions and Letters, Phraseology and Letters, Collection of 25 Days of Christmas Poetry, Poems, Dreams & More, Poetry Is...???, Poetry: The Lighter Side of Silliness, The Sound of Nature: Collected Poems & Other Writings and soon to be released Fragments, and the re-release of Expressions, and Phraseology of Love, 25 Days of Christmas Poetry.
Jeniann is the owner of Poetry is...which is a blogging business of her own personal poetry, teachings of poetry, journals and other writings. Jeniann is a firm advocate for poetry publishing and writing poetry.
Email Address: poetryis@hotmail.com
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