5 Star Review from Regina on Amazon.com 
“While this is my first time reading anything by Ms. Booze it certainly will not be the last time. I could not put this book down. It was a thrill ride from the beginning to the end. Her characters are complex and the plot kept me wondering what was going to happen next. I did not expect the ending. That takes talent.“
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Whimsical is calling for new submissions for 2012!
They are looking for the following genres:
Science-Fiction/Futuristic
Fantasy
Horror
Mystery
Suspense
Romance
Young Adult
Western
No erotica
Interested? Check out the submission guidelines here:
http://www.whimsicalpublications.com/submissions.html
Jenny is different. She can read people’s minds.
At age seventeen, Jenny Reid was arrested for killing her own mother. There was no evidence that an intruder entered the house. No one believed her as a teenager when she tried to tell them how she felt the killer’s rage saturated within the walls, that she knew the presence of evil had been there. The police thought she was crazy, not psychic.
A conviction was never made in the case due to lack of evidence. Jenny is still the sole suspect, but now, she is doing something about it. She’s on the right side of the law, an FBI agent determined to finally find justice for her mom.
Two men stay by her side—William, her partner, a darkly intense agent with a scary past and Nate, a bad boy with too much charisma to be a good thing. But, no man will keep her from finding out the truth about her mom. The time has come to set things right.
Nothing will stand in her way. She’ll come up close with evil again and face the ultimate choice—kill or be killed in these ACCELERATING CIRCUMSTANCES.
Excerpt:
She didn’t remember telling the operator that she needed help, but she must have because the 9-1-1 dispatcher told her she needed to stay on the line until help arrived. Time held no meaning. People arrived, whether minutes or hours later, she had no idea.
Jenny placed the phone back on the receiver and physically dropped. The sofa was behind her and caught her, but she would have sat whether there was furniture there or not. She stared blankly at the wall, seeing nothing. The house got busy around her, people walking in and out. Lots of talking, lots of work.
Someone asked her if she needed anything. She said no. They told her to stay right there, and she did.
Jenny didn’t call anyone else—not her dad, not her sister, no one. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. It felt like the room was closing in on her.
Her mom was dead. She hadn’t seen a body, but she knew. She knew.
Two men detached from the hustle and bustle to walk up to her. “My name is Detective Evans. My partner is Detective Crouse. We’ve contacted your dad. It will be a few hours before he can get here. May we ask you some questions?”
Jenny tried to focus. The detective that spoke was older with a deep receding hairline and clear piercing eyes. The other was an average middle-aged man that looked bored with his job. Both men stared at her.
She didn’t know what they were thinking or feeling. Her gift was strongest with touch. Regardless, it wouldn’t work now anyway. She couldn’t focus! She couldn’t think!
“Okay,” she said, her voice deadpan.
“Do you get along with your parents?” Detective Evans asked as he took a seat beside her.
“I guess.”
“The neighbors didn’t seem to think so,” he commented.
Too numb, too distanced right then, she didn’t immediately realize where the detective’s question was leading, but she wanted to cooperate. She needed to think about anything other than the horror in the room upstairs. What did Detective Evans ask, again? How she got along with Mom and Dad?
How could she possibly explain her situation? Most teenagers just thought their parents didn’t understand them. Well, Jenny really knew for a fact that they didn’t.
“Your sister is at school, and your dad is away on business, right?” Detective Evans continued.
“Yeah.”
“What happened here last night?”
“I don’t know. I was sleeping,” she said, still deadpan. This can’t be real. She couldn’t keep her thoughts from all the blood she’d seen. Then: “Mom’s dead, isn’t she?”
The detectives gave each other a look she didn’t understand.
She sniffed, feeling another round of sobs bursting to the surface. The house suddenly felt too small, too stifling, choking her with its intensity. Why didn’t anyone understand? A cry exploded from her, and she blurted it all out in such a rush that later, she wouldn’t remember saying anything at all. “There’s so much hate! Can’t you feel it? Don’t you see? No one could hate her so much!”
Detective Evans cleared his throat.
“Is that why you hurt your mom? You hate her?” Detective Crouse suddenly asked, his voice stern. He no longer looked bored.
Jenny should have been stunned by the question, but she was in shock. She said nothing. Her eyes fell to her lap as she continued to cry.
“Answer the question,” Evans demanded.
“I didn’t hurt her,” she managed between sobs.
“We know that’s not possible,” Evans said. “There’s no sign of forced entry. The murder weapon was a knife from your kitchen. Come on, Jenny. You didn’t plan this out very well. You really want us to believe you slept through that mess upstairs? You’re covered in blood. There are bloody footprints all over the place. Your footprints. You hated her, like you said. You guys had an argument of some sort, so you got rid of her.” He stood and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Stand up. You are under arrest for the murder of Savannah Rice.”
As she was recited her rights and handcuffed, Jenny looked at her feet. He was right, she realized. She had blood all over her.
The room blurred around her, and she fainted.
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I have a confession to make. I’m a people-watcher in more than one aspect. My attention naturally waivers to fascinating people in a crowd — that overly happy lady drinking coffee and chatting on her cell phone about her day, the man jogging by at a steady pace, the teenager with his chin held high and proud.
I also love watching people on TV. Weight loss success stories fascinate me. Tribute stories to those that have given so much of themselves to others warms my heart. Survival stories interest me more than anything else.
I started wondering…why am I secretly tuned into the lives of those around me?
I finally know. I’m looking for something, and I finally know what that something is. I’m looking for strength.
I want to know where others find their inner strength. Why is the woman on the phone drinking coffee so happy? Where does that glow come from? Where did the man jogging find his motivation? Why is the teenager so sure of himself?
So, here is my question to you: where do you find your inner strength?
What has been the happiest moment in my writing career so far? Find out in my interview with Kay Dee Royal today! We’ll be talking about me, my book and anything else you want to chat about, so come on by!
I’m also offering a chance to win a copy of my latest release The Curse of a Mind!
Third Annual Whimsical Publication JDRF Fundraising Event:
September 1, 2011 thru March 31, 2012
It’s that time of year again; time to give to JDRF (Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation).
My publisher, Whimsical Publications will donate $1 for every ebook and $2 for every print book purchased through the WP website. A tracker has been set up on the JDRF page so you can follow our progress. No purchase is required, though. A separate donation link is provided for those who wish to help without making a purchase.
And, of course, there’s some wonderful Destiny Booze novels over there to pick from if you’re not sure which book to buy! *wink, wink* Lol!
Here’s the WP site friends! I sure hope you can contribute to such a great cause! http://www.whimsicalpublications.com
Has fiction gotten too realistic?
Is it time for fiction to get back to its roots? Read my guest blog at Ravencraft’s Romance Realm to see what I have to say on this subject! By the way, there’s probably an opportunity to win a free book for one lucky commenter! Hope to see you there!
Whimsical Publications is open for submissions! In particular, they are looking for short stories for a Christmas Anthology. Here’s the official announcement:
“Now accepting short stories for an anthology releasing in December.
WP is taking short stories for an anthology book to be released December 2011. The open dates for this are Sept 1 until Oct. 3, with the writers for the book announced Oct 10. Ten authors will be chosen. The stories must have a winter theme. NO erotica or gore, please. If you have romance in your story, keep it clean. This will be a family friendly book.
By winter theme, it could be a snowed in thriller/suspense in the mountains, about Christmas, about a romantic gathering in winter in the city of your choice, anything that has a winter concept involved. Remember, this is a family friendly book, so no erotica or gore. Keep it clean. Heart racing is good, though. The book will be in both print and ebook formats, with each author receiving two copies of the print book.
Word count limit is between 5k – 10k.
Place the words “Anthology Submission” in the subject heading and send the completed work to submissions@whimsicalpublications.com by October 3rd. No partial stories will be accepted.”
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Here are three books I have on sale!
