Monday, March 16, 2015


PIMPBOOKMAMA here saying when a soft as a peach Blondie knocks on your door, you answer. When she barges in smelling of apple pie, you ask her to stay. And when you can't help but lick her cheek to see if she tastes as good as she smells, you accept the smack across your face.
That's how my night went when I met :
Little did I know, it was her new release, Such A Secret Place, she came to show me. Due to the throbbing red mark across my face, I told her she must play MY game before she showed me the goods. we go!

I'M BETTER Cortney Pearson
I'm better at playing clarinet than piano.
I'm better hitting the books than the gym.
I'm better cooking frozen waffles than fish.
I'm better at being a mom than a duck.
I'm better at writing awesome things than not awesome things.

Cortney chose for her men: Capt Hook from Once Upon a Time and Kit from Cinderella
Pimpbookmama's choice: Bigfoot

Cortney chose for her cars: limo with driver and a pink sparkly corvette like Barbie's
Pimpbookmama's choice: tricycle

Cortney chose for her kid(s) number: 3 and 4
Pimpbookmama's choice: 12

Cortney chose for her pets: chinchilla and chicken
Pimpbookmama's choice: hungry bear

Cortney chose for her income: 1 billion and $376,522.17
Pimpbookmama's choice: -$2
Cortney's name was said while making the vertigo wheel and this was her end result of her life:

Dearest Cortney,
I would like to wish you well on your journey as you live in your swanky apartment married to Big Foot. I'm sure the 3 children will become quite hairy and noticeable as the family enjoys excursions on tricycles. Even though you will be making a billion dollars, it is with great regret to see you depart this world as your newest pet, a hungry bear, will inevitably eat your entire scrumptious family.
                                                                       Forever and more,
But! Before Cortney is eaten by her newest pet, a hungry bear,
"feast" your eyes on her newest release:
Coming: April 1, 2015
YA fantasy
A wizard's spell has trapped them. Only her tears can set them free.
Raids splatter across the news--Arcaian soldiers are stealing magic left and right, using it against the people they steal it from. When sixteen-year-old Ambry Csille's brother gets taken in one of these raids, her utter fear and panic should be enough to invoke tears in any normal world. But for Ambry, tears are a thing of the past. Because of a spell, people can no longer feel emotion; not enough to cry, and definitely not enough to defend themselves against the tyrannical soldiers stealing her people’s magic. A rare vial of enchanted tears chooses Ambry to reverse the spell, and soon she finds herself the target not only of the Arcaians, but of battle-scarred Talon Haraway, who wants the tears for his own reasons.  All Ambry wants is to rescue her brother, but when her tears get stolen, Ambry determines to work with Talon to get them back. Any day the Arcaians could drink her tears. Any day they’ll succeed at draining her people's magic completely, and all hope will be gone—not only for her brother, but for her world.
1. If you had a vial of something...what would it contain?
2. If you had magical powers...what would they do?

Monday, March 9, 2015

Oh My Gosh! My Muffin Top is Showing...

There I was, walking the streets in broad daylight,
when a draft stretched across my mid-section.
I peered down noting my...dare I say...muffin top showing???
It was true! Next thing I knew, a 9mm peeked from my pant pocket. Odd.
Pulling it out, a pink stinky note was attached reading:
"The Muffin Commandos - lip smacking, always packing."
Suddenly, vivaciously scrumptious muffins came in from every angle:
And smelling so muffin-ly delicious was their fearless baked leader:
"You've been chosen to aid us Muffin Commandos in regulating the A to Z list.
Do you accept at 350* for 25mins?" Lee said, swaying her vanilla hair back.
Holy Muffin tins, yes!
"Then you must answer these questions to see if you pass the recipe test!"

1. Who are you anyways?
I'm the sugar in your muffin, the cup liner in your tin, the hotness in your oven, and the muffin flavor with a spin. I am the Muffin Commando that goes commando every now and then. No shame...

2. If you were really a muffin, what kind of muffin would you be?
I'd be the kind wearing a pink glittery cup liner. My lips packed with red velvetiness. My body full of creamy yumminess, and my eyes of chocolate chips you can't help but melt into. But the minute I speak, my poppy seeds would shoot you down. No one messes with THIS muffin, because baby...I was a baking experiment gone wrong, but yet, Boom.

3. Show an imagine of how you see yourself.
Okay, but the bakers are gonna be pissed I took their pin-up calendar off the wall.

C. Lee McKenzie fluffs her vanilla tresses. "Ok, you're in! Let's all give our newest Muffin Commando a cool-on-a-wire-rack hug!"
(And yes, those "racks" were...warm and fluffy. Don't judge me...)

But wait! Now I MUST ask YOU a few questions...
1. Are you doing the A to Z challenge?
2. Favorite muffin flavor?
3. If you were to name my muffin character, what would it be?

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

IWSG: My Blog Has Been Compromised!!

Join the IWSG HERE!

I just came to say how amazing beta reading Elizabeth's new NA (I know!! NA!!!) book, Defying Reason was for me! She did amazing.. Wait... Wait... Elizabeth? Is that you outside my window with binoculars?? What? NO! You can't come in! No...NO...NOOOOOO....


I'm here...taking over Tammy's blog!
Now get on out of here, Tammy. Go ride your new motorcycle and relax. I've got this.

Thanks to the ninja master Alex J. Cavanaugh for the opportunity to share our fears and insecurities with the world (and each other!) Special thanks to this month's co-hosts,  Chemist KenSuzanne Sapseed, and Shannon Lawrence!

Now, let's talk about....

Beta Giver Insecurity

Beta reads usually take me several hours. When I pleasure read, I feel free to skim over stuff to get to the meat of the story whenever and wherever I feel like it. I've even been known to jump whole chapters ahead if nothing plot crucial is happening.

But when I beta read, I'm reading every sentence, every word. I'm looking for errors and flaws- applying a hyper-critical eye to plot, characters, etc.

Then when I'm done, I write up an email with my reflections and attach the document with all my thoughts, suggestions, and beefs with the story.

Then, right before sending, I pause.

 I know I don't know everything. I mean, I once thought this outfit was fashionable:

Oh, the 80's! When style was big, and the hair was even bigger.
Me and My eclectic blend of men:
Clark Gable, hot abs, President Reagan, and Billy Idol
So, I wonder...who am I to give advice? Who am I to offer an opinion? I mean, if I knew everything, I'd be rolling in dough and selling in the millions.

But then I think about all the time and effort I put into reading and note taking. It's a waste to do all that work and then wuss out and say nothing.

In my email, I always try to stress to the writer...this is my opinion and my opinion could be crap.

The way I see it, raising books is like raising babies.

You read books; you get advice, but in the end, you do what's best for your baby.

Everyone should know that.

That way, I don't have to feel like an insecure ogre when I suggest there may be a flaw in someone's work. And if you don't agree, I hope you ignore me. Cause I would ignore you. ;)

The Blurb:

Jo Leigh Harper comes from a long line of trouble-making, white trash stock.
Tanner Coulter comes from a longer line of wealth-creating, blue blood stock.
Jo graduated college top of her class, moving toward a future full of possibilities.
Tanner dropped out of college, trading a law degree for drinking games and one night stands.

A family crisis throws the rich party boy and the poor genius girl together. The attraction is immediate, though neither one is a heart-in-the-sand-drawing believer in true love. But as the summer sun heats up along the shores of the Outer Banks, so does the connection between them. Maybe, just maybe, they can win at love by defying reason.

Author Bio:

Elizabeth is a multi-published author of books for people who are believers in happily-ever- after, true love, and stories with a bit of fun and twists with their plots. The mother of four young men, she tackles laundry daily and is the keeper of the kitchen. She lives along the shores of the Ohio River in West Virginia, but dreams daily of the beach. 

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Monday, February 9, 2015


Last week I talked about going to a conference vs. getting a new motorcycle.
Click here to see.
Thank you to everyone who cheered me quietly or loudly about my decision...
Then I got "Honey, take Wednesday off." "Why?" "Let's go off island..."
A few hours later, THIS happened:

OMG-ness!!! Right??
Not only did I get a new motorcycle, but my hubs bought me a Harley!
It's so ridiculously loud it made me squeal!
I LOVE this man!!
Plus, from everyone's suggestions on doing a "biker" theme for my A to Z challenge, I decided to mesh my idea with your idea which looks a little like this:
 How to be a wanna-be writer + biker stuff =
transforming a biker to a wanna-be writer
Whatcha think? You likey? You want wingy? Too bad! I ate them all! Muahahahaha...

Last of all, I probably won't see ya'll till March. I'm taking the LOVE month to LOVE on my book, (plus finish a beta read) so I can give it some over due attention.
I'll caress it, wine & dine it, and put my fingers ALL over typing that is. Perv...

Questions for you:
1. What's something you got that made you scream to the heavens "YES"!
2. You likey my A to Z theme-y?
3. If you're doing the challenge, did you pick a theme yet?
4. Are you going to miss me while I'm gone?

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

IWSG: Making Hard Decisions...Only YOU Can Help!

About a 1 1/2 years ago I learned about this little thing called a writer's conference. Say what?? And then I learned the majority of my blogging buds go to this particular one called Storymakers. Shut the front door!
I know.
Over time, I was told by them how I have to go! Not only would I get some worthy knowledge, but some worthy kinships in person. Whoa. Imagine that. Plus 60% of my relatives live in the SLC Utah area, so visiting them would be added bonuses. Score!
In November a few writer friends and I made plans to room together. Pillow fight!! But like flies we all dropped out for different reasons, except one...sorry Jennie! Solo pillow fight?
So what stopped me?
I sold my passion called a motorcycle in December and my hubs promised me a bigger badder one next year. Well, next year is here people! And bikers are already out and about on the island. NOooo! Yeah, and when I hear them go by, my biker angel wings break off another feather.
So, the hard decision...
Storymakers or Motorcycle?
Have you MET me??? It's obviously a motorcycle. Why? Because Storymakers isn't going anywhere. Say what? Yeah, it's like there every year. And so will my blogger buds. And so will some cool workshops. And if you have NO CLUE what it feels like to ride a motorcycle, let alone be the driver, then you have NO CLUE how obvious the decision is. Plus, I've done some hardcore brainstorming plot ideas during rides, it's crazy the clarity you get!
But you can hop on, and I'll give you a taste...
To that I now say...2016 Storymakers baby! And the BEST PART??  A writer's association on the island JUST started monthly writer workshops! Holy crap! And I'm going each time and trust me, I'm going to peruse those crowds making some local writer friends, too! Happy leather chaps dance!
photo credit:
Tara Tyler and I were talking about the A to Z challenge and us being on C. Lee McKenzie's AMAZING Head Muffin Team to regulate the list. I said I've never done the challenge. This year I'm going to, plus be a regulator. She suggested a theme would help make the posts go smoother. I have a couple I can think of but maybe YOU know a better one that you want me to discuss.
 Here is your voting moment!!
 WHAT would you like to see be MY theme for