Tuesday, May 26, 2015

JUSTIFYING JACK is now AVAILABLE for purchase!

The New Release from Creativia Authors
Simone Beaudelaire and J.M. Northup

In honor of our military, Creativia authors Simone Beaudelaire and J.M. Northup have created a book series called the Wounded Warriors series!

The series is an erotic military romance trilogy which covers real, emotional, and important topics about our soldiers and their families. 
A portion of each authors' personal profits from this book and series is being donated to the Wounded Warrior Project​.

Book 1 - SAVING SAM - covers the mental damage soldiers face, specifically PTSD. 
This novel is currently available in both eBook and paperback editions!

Book 2 - JUSTIFYING JACK - covers the physical wounds of war and shows what the family suffers. 
This novel is available now in eBook with the paperback edition coming soon!

Book 3 - MAKING MIKE - will address the emotional scars from battle and how our troops push forward, reclaiming their civilian lives after conflict.
This novel is scheduled to be released July 4, 2015.  We will keep you posted on the progress!


If you are interested in donating to the Wounded Warrior Project, click on the following logo to be redirected to the link:




NEW RELEASE by Simone Beaudelaire

1)      Tell us about your work-in-progress, or WIP, as it’s known as in the industry or New Release… Polar Heat
Ø  What is the story about?
Russell is a pilot for a small school district in central Alaska. He flies teachers from one remote building to another. One of the new teachers is Riley, who is responsible for kindergarten classes in two towns. Russell takes one whiff of Riley’s scent and knows she’s his fated mate… except for one problem: he’s a polar bear shape shifter. He has no idea how to break THAT news to the girl he can’t stop thinking about.
Ø  Who is the main character?
Russell Tadzea and Riley Jenkins
2)      What inspired this tale?
Ø  How did the story come to you?
I’d been promoting a different shape shifter romance at a Facebook page dedicated to the genre. One of the members posted a picture of a sexy older man with white hair, and everyone suggested he must be a polar bear.
Ø  Did you have to research for this novel and if so, why?
I did a great deal of research about Alaska, and in particular the Den’a, an Athabascan Native group. Russell is a member of a small branch of the Den’a, so I wanted realistic details.
Ø  If you did research, what do you think surprised you most to learn and why?
I was surprised to learn that the Den’a in Alaska, New Mexico and the Pacific West Coast of the US are all related. They’re a far-flung and very interesting group.
3)      Do you relate to your character?
I don’t relate to Russell much, sadly. However, I do find older men quite appealing, so I relate to Riley in that way.
Ø  Is your protagonist anything like you personally?
Riley is shy but passionate, so that’s like me. She reads a lot and likes teaching.
Ø  If no, how do you differ from one another?
My boyfriend isn’t a shape shifter… though he writes about them. Also, she teaches kindergarten while I prefer working with adults.
Ø  What made you write this character; what made them important to you or made you want to tell their story?
Riley is the sort of character I often write. I tend to fixate on shy girls. In this world, self-confident women get their pick of men, so I write this way to level the playing field.
4)      Is there anything you specific want readers to know about this piece of work?
It’s mean to be a fun, escapist story. I hope it is.
5)      When will the novel be available for purchase?
It’s live now
Ø  Has the book already been published?
Ø  If yes, do you have a link available for buying it?

Russel Tadzea from POLAR HEAT


1.       Who are you?
o   What is your name?
Russell Tadzea
o   Are you a fictional or historical character?
o   What should we know about you?
Sometimes I’m a polar bear, but don’t worry, I’m harmless… if I like you.
2.       Tell us about your story:
o   When and where is your tale set?
The fictional town of Golden, Alaska
o   What is your personal goal?  I mean, what do you ultimately want?
To make the new kindergarten teacher, Riley Jenkins, my mate. I mean, she already is. I can smell it. But she’s human and doesn’t realize how werebears work.
o   What is standing in your way?  What conflict(s) do you face?
Reality. She doesn’t know werebears exist, so that’s a big problem. And even if she accepts what I can, can she accept fated mates? As though that isn’t enough, she has some kind of dark, secret past.
3.       How do I get a copy of your book?
o   What is the title or working title for this piece?
Polar Heat
o   Is it available now or when can we except to see it released?
Official release date is May 26, but you can check out the link…

Monday, May 4, 2015

Purchasing DAZZLED BY DARKNESS Donates!


All proceeds from the sale of DAZZLED BY DARKNESS will be donated directly to The W.A.N.T.E.D. Project, a Motivational Training Program for Young Men of Color, led by the Rev. Kymberley Clemons-Jones, Author of "Cured but not Healed: How to Experience Deeper Faith on Your Journey With God."

“In Dazzled by Darkness, Erica Miles’ unique voice captivates the reader with its exploration of a culturally-clashing romance set in 1960’s Brooklyn. Imaginative and richly detailed, the novel deftly portrays two singular protagonists caught up in a time of racial, sexual, and artistic revolution.”
—Silma Smith, Former Senior Editor, Magical Blend Magazine

“This deeply textured first novel by Erica Miles welcomes the reader into a world where fantasy and reality, darkness and humor, race and art, and, ultimately, love and longing intermingle in a dance of opposites that both explore and reveal. An adventurous debut!”
—David Pérez, Author of Wow!

While other young Americans were caught up in Civil Rights marches, the Vietnam War, protest songs, and psychedelic drugs, Sara Got was hearing voices in her head and trying to relate to them.  It was the decade when John F. Kennedy, Malcolm X, and Martin Luther King. Jr. had been assassinated, and psychopaths were rampant in the nation.
Sara’s delusionary voices weren’t screaming hysterically, telling her to kill people. In truth, they sounded just like telephone voices—“Hello? Who is it?”—speaking at the same time as the loud-mouthed men and women around her, making themselves heard above the everyday sobs of electric guitars, chatting away to their friends on a mysterious party line wired to her brain.  Still, they were distracting.
How could she work, for example, or lead an ordinary life?  And aside from those personal considerations, what if the disturbance worked both ways?

Do the voices sense my presence, my breathing, my beating heart? Do they interrupt their ranting as I silently respond? Do they somehow seem to know that I’m their friend?

Sara knew they were real voices belonging to real people. But people she wouldn’t normally meet. Most likely from other neighborhoods—dangerous neighborhoods—like Sunset Park, Crown Heights, Bushwick, Bedford Stuyvesant.

One voice, in particular, commanded Sara’s attention. It spoke in Black slang, and—as any fantasy-ridden woman would expect—its late-night calls were all about you guessed it!—turning her on. Not sexually, but linguistically. It’s fascinating rhythms, so loose and free, resonated with a wild streak deep within her.

I’ll call this voice “Sweet Sir Galahad,” so he can come into my bedroom at night through the window.

How much should she tell her doctor? Better just let him know she still felt depressed, had trouble concentrating, felt lonely and isolated at times—the usual patient complaint list.

But he saw through her. “You can’t stop hallucinating,” he remarked, when she showed up that Monday. “I could send you to the hospital—but I’d rather not.”
How did he know?
“Oh, no, please don’t send me to the hospital.”
“I won’t—if you’re willing to work with me. But you need to find some structure in your life.”
“Like a real job?” Sara offered.
“Well, I didn’t exactly mean—but it’s not beyond— You think you could handle that, Sara? A little more medication might make it possible.”

As long as it doesn’t interfere with my voices. Especially his. You can take away the rest—but not “Sweet Sir Galahad!”

She couldn’t picture his face, but she knew he went from phone booth to phone booth, all over Brooklyn, just to reach her. Even though he was talking to somebody else.

Sara lived in Flatbush, but longed to explore other parts of Brooklyn, too. So, deciding to leave her parents’ house—I’m twenty-five year’s old, for God’s sake!—with a nod from her shrink, she set out on her journey.

Being a fan of fine art, the first thing she did was circle a Help-Wanted ad in The New York Times for a secretary at the Brooklyn Museum Art School.
A week later, Sara was sitting at a green aluminum desk in a tower office, surrounded by brightly colored tempera paintings, buoyed by the novelty of typing letters that asked for money.
The museum was just her kind of place—a monumental building, taking up an entire block on Eastern Parkway, and topped by an eerie-looking dome.

The gothic arched window in her office—on her supervisor Margaret’s side—offered a microscopic view of the Botanical Gardens below. Since the fall flowers were now in bloom, Sara decided she’d spend the lunch hour of her first day strolling through those gardens.

When the clock with Roman numerals on the wall showed both hands on the XII, she let out a working woman’s sigh, aglow with a sense of normality.  Neither Margaret nor Lloyd had criticized any aspect of her performance so far, despite her stolen glances out the window.  This job was going to be a breeze!
She boldly stood up from her desk, pulled her sweater from a peg on the wall, and announced that she was going to lunch.

How ethereal the scenery was in the fall, a well-kept secret!  How thickly the foliage grew on a wisteria-covered arbor! 
Some of the deciduous trees were just beginning to turn orange.
Flower beds, verdant and dense with blossoms—chrysanthemums, daisies, lavender, phlox, the last of the summer roses.

What do I smell? Is it everything? And why am I feeling so strange? It’s like I’m—happy....

She wandered down a deserted lane of lampposts and benches, with fertile crab-apple trees on either side.
What a paradise for the small, probably migrating, birds she saw feeding off the tiny fruit.

At last, she came to a spacious lawn, such as one might see before a Southern manor.
She stopped to admire a Japanese cherry tree, while tearing off pieces of her tuna sandwich to throw to the pigeons on the grass. 

The silky-barked tree was bare—it was well past the cherry blossom season—but its trunk was gracefully divided into two parts, branches twisting outward.

As Sara looked through the opening from twelve feet away, she found herself staring straight into the bemused eyes of a young Black man, standing immediately on the other side, practically camouflaged. 
What happens when a book-smart Jewish girl who haunts museums falls for a street-smart Latino guy who creates radical, in-your-face artwork?
Though she obsessively adores him, and he loves her back in some way, she never guesses his dream—to one day top the contemporary art scene.
Meet a pair of rebels caught up in the revolutionary love quests of the ’60s.
Sara, 25 and unattached, feels like an alien in her own culture.  She’s attracted to men who are “other.”  She connects with 19-year-old Gavilán, a black Hispanic art student, and suddenly considers herself desirable.
Gavilán is attracted to whatever’s offbeat and unthinkable.  Picking up an oddball white woman is one item on his agenda.  His imagined interactions with famous dead artists open doors to a fourth dimension that allow him to travel back in time.

Amid shouts of “Black is beautiful!” and war protests, their story moves from one Brooklyn neighborhood to another—infused with rock music, the smell of pot, and a parallel universe of otherworldly art.