JULIE EBERHART PAINTER'S POETRY

Julie Eberhart Painter is the Champagne Books author of Mortal Coil, in which she practices both medicine and law without licenses, and Tangled Web, a story close to her heart.

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e-book MORTAL COIL

Poetry through Osmosis

By Julie Eberhart Painter

The ductless vessel sends its rich, re-nourished fare
to those receptive hearts,
past mind, past reason; no thought need attend
that transcendental episode that never ends.




Peerless Love

By Julie Eberhart Painter

Exempt from mortal boundaries, love empowers
imparting heart to heart this charge:
Hold loosely in a gentle palm,
beloved and solemn as a psalm.

Julie Eberhart Painter



Goodbye

By Julie Eberhart Painter


You came to me on wounded wings of gray
when summer seared our mutual bond of clay.
Your jet took light, then white climbed unafraid,
gained height to pinnacles I'd not attained.

Go write your sagas and your epic histories.
Employ the learned, ingenious arts held deep in mystery.
Observe the world though re birthed eyes,
and climb beyond my distant skies,
beyond my reach and knowledge long forgot.

You need me not, as you are now aware.
I leave you softly as a zephyr's sigh,
and come again in spring's Jedi.
For I am here, will always be,
and each year will return most tenderly.



Haiku for a Sick Friend

By Julie Eberhart Painter


Cherishing with
Band-Aids of
love:
cantaloupe
papaya
decaf
soup



Reunited

By Julie Eberhart Painter


A slow Aha-ah@ laughed from your chest.
A satisfied sound made after climbing three flights,
knowing at last I’m on the right floor,
the right place.

I can’t believe it.


You called. I want to live!

Childhood blends.
Years disintegrate. Memory sharpens.

You are me; I you.
You are life, my youth.

When I’m with you, I love myself.
All my envelopes are open.

I will bind up my love when the end nears.
For now, I want to live.

CIARA GOLD ~ EXCERPT ~ THE KEEPER OF MOON HAVEN

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e-book THE KEEPER OF MOON HAVEN

THE KEEPER OF MOON HAVEN ~ BOOK OF THE YEAR NOMINEE

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Blurb:

On the southern fringes of the Mendip Hills sits the Castle Hamingjur, an abandoned structure most fear haunted. Yet, on the rare occasions when the Hunter’s Blue Moon occurs, the Keeper occupies this mysterious castle where he guards the bridge to Alfheim Haven.

Noreen Willshire discovers more than fairytales hidden between the pages of Beletania’s diary. She opens the ancient book and finds a pathway to a Faery Realm where all manner of mythical creatures reside. In her naïveté, she summons the Keeper before his scheduled time in the human realm. In that brief moment, the mysterious wizard touches her soul with more than magick. She promises to return the diary during Mefylleth, a time when the barriers between the two realms melt away, but danger stalks her path. Torn between her desire to make a new life for herself in America and her growing love for the Keeper, she must bridge the gap between magick and time to follow her heart.

Excerpt:
“Oh. But why... ?”

“Why did she seek you out?” Vin let go of the reins, and the horse went down on all fours. She laid her head in Noreen’s lap. Noreen reared back, startled by the unicorn’s forward behavior. Vin stared down at them both. The stovepipe hat made him appear taller, larger than life.

“Unicorns are drawn to virgins.”

Warmth flooded her skin. He never ceased to surprise her with his blunt words. “A gentleman would never talk of such things to a lady whom he has just met.”

“And there you make your first mistake. I come from a different realm where etiquette and cultural differences abound. Sex is as natural as breathing. Love, however, is a rare and bonding element. Never confuse the two.”

She ignored the turn of the conversation and redirected it. “Will she let me stand? I feel at a disadvantage while I look up at you.”

He tugged on Kirin’s reins. The unicorn tore its gaze from hers. After some coaxing, Vin managed to pull her away from Noreen’s lap. Straw poked at her shins. Noreen braced her hands upon the wooden slats on either side of the stall and pulled herself up. Vin had his hands full trying to restrain the unicorn or else he probably would have lent her a hand. She felt grateful his mind was occupied elsewhere. With all the talk of virgins and sex, she didn’t feel up to having his hands upon her person.

Once she stood, he let go of the reins, and Kirin rested her muzzle upon Noreen’s shoulder. She smiled. The unicorn acted as stubborn as some humans she knew. She stroked Kirin’s nose, enjoying the velvety texture of her hide.

“You could command anything of her at this moment, and she would grant your wish if it were in her power to do so.”

Her gaze snapped to his. The soft glow of a lantern illuminated his harsh features. As tall and handsome as he was, he would turn many a head. She swallowed hard. He stood proud and confident; a master of illusion to make her think him so handsome. “Could I command her to reverse time?”

“You could, but it would gain you nothing.” He edged nearer. “It was your destiny to find the diary.”

She licked her lips and pressed her back against the railing. “She doesn’t look like the unicorns I’ve seen in books.”

“The golden horn that marks her as unicorn disappears while she serves me in the human realm. Unfortunately, she still maintains her cloven feet and a body style not quite that of a horse.” He took another step. “Kirin is most generous of heart.”

“Don’t come any closer, Vin.”

“You don’t appreciate being backed into a corner? Nor do I.”

“When have I backed you into a corner?”

“You don’t know, do you?” He took another step forward.

She shook her head. His gaze held her captive. Her heart accelerated, and her palms became moist.

He pulled a rose from his lapel and tucked it behind her ear. “You make me feel things I have no wish to feel.”

Her back pressed against the rough wood. She was truly trapped. Screaming would serve no purpose. Nor did she want to scream. Something hypnotic kept her pinned in place.

He removed his hat and bent his head. The scent of rose and hay hung heavy in the air. Warm breath teased her neck. Did he mean to kiss her?

He growled. “This is not what I want.”

“You want Beletania’s diary. I’ll—I’ll fetch it, if you but give me a moment.”

He braced his hands on either side of her head. “The book be damned. No—I think it’s too late for that. I want more than the book.”

“Please.” What did she beg for? Release or his firm lips upon her own?

He dropped his hat to the ground and moved with a quickness that startled her. Before she realized his intent, his hand cupped her cheek. His touch was enough to awaken all sorts of forbidden feelings. She leaned into his palm, hoping he would kiss her and hoping he would not.

****

Ciara Gold

www.ciaragold.com

Available at Champagne Books or All Romance E-books

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TANYA EBY'S NEW RELEASE

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This month Champagne Books will release my second title for them and my first mystery. It’s called Pepper Wellington and the Case of the Missing Sausage. It’s a ridiculous title; I know. I love fun titles and the word ‘sausage’ just makes me laugh. It’s possible I may actually be a teenage boy, at least internally.

So one morning I sat down to write, knowing I wanted to write a mystery, and the title appeared to me. It didn’t appear to me literally, like floating in front of me or anything—that would be cause for calling my therapist. No. It just sort of came to me while I stared at the blank page and I knew that was the title of my next book. It made me laugh, and it also made me want to know what the book was about.

I spent the next five months or so figuring out what the book was about as I wrote it. Characters popped out on the page and started saying and doing ridiculous things. And then there was a string of murders! And there was a reason, after all, for the ridiculous title, a reason that I think has a little bit of heart.

Most of my writing works this way. It starts out ridiculous and/or absurd, but then, there is a point to it. Pepper Wellington and the Case of the Missing Sausage is a little racy (with language) and filled with quirky characters. If there wasn’t a mad killer on the loose, then these are people I’d love to have over for a dinner party. There would be so much tension and awkwardness it would be just delightful. Sadly, I can’t invite them over, because they’re just characters.

I can, however, visit them in another book…which I think I might just do. I’m just waiting for the next title to make itself appear. Maybe this one will involve curry. I’d really like to write something that centered around a curry dish if only because then I could do extensive ‘research’ at an Indian restaurant. Something to look forward to I guess.

Until then, check out the new book. It’s a fast and funny read. I promise you.

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ABOUT

Pepper Wellington and the Case of the Missing Sausage
by Tanya Eby

Amy Wellington is about to get married and she couldn’t be more miserable. Sure, she loves Peter Johnson (even though his name does bring up certain, um, associations in her mind), but the problem is her mother, Pepper. Amy hasn’t spoken to her in over a decade and for good reason: her mother is cursed with being interesting. Take for instance, Amy’s real name: Sausage. She blames her mother entirely.

The wedding will take place at the beautiful Leelanau Lodge, a secluded spot in northern Michigan. When Peter convinces Amy to invite her mother, Amy knows there’s going to be trouble. But how could she know the trouble will involve the very sexy Graham (her first love), a series of murders, and excellent lentil soup?

In “Pepper Wellington and the Case of the Missing Sausage” there’s murder and sex, but not at the same time. There is also a string of questions. Will Amy finally live her life authentically? Will she choose a grey life with Peter, or a colorful one with Graham? How many people will end up dead? And most importantly…what kind of mother would name her daughter Sausage?

****

Don't miss Tanya Eby's excerpt on February 13!

TATTLE AND WRYE CELEBRATE CHAMPAGNE BOOK AUTHORS

FROM THE DESK OF
DONA PENZA TATTLE, ESQ.
AND
ASSOCIATE WRYE BALDERDASH

Greetings,

Dressed in an old-fashioned violet patterned dress, a huge picture hat, lacey gloves and a parasol, Tattle tosses out her arms and quotes with a sigh, "Love is smoke made with the fume of sighs."

"William Shakespeare," Wrye declares, "And how appropriate for this month of poets, hearts, and romantic stories."

"'Tis true, 'tis true," Tattle proffers her arm. "Hence, this is indeed the perfect time to embark on a Love of Literature leap into Champagne Books' romances."

Wrye stares at Tattle, mouth slightly agape in bewilderment. "You feeling alright, m'friend. Your speech is a bit..." Before he could finish, they vanish.


The duo fall into the pages of a contemporary romance FAKIN' IT by Dr. Kris Condi, Ph.D. Tattle looks about and frowns, "The heroine is so unhappy. It's simply not right to be this unhappy, spring is in the air, life should abound with possibilities."

Again Wrye offers Tattle a baffled look. "It's still winter. Snow. Cold. Nothing's blossoming except perhaps Spartan Fluey who has finally taken steps to disentangle herself from her husband, Goddard. Nearly thirty years in a loveless marriage, no wonder she is despondent. Even she can't figure out why she had stayed."

"Aye," Tattle says with another soft sigh. "Now, she only wants to find true love, something she never had, despite all those years she had invested trying to feel for something sincere for a chauvinistic, narcissistic husband."

Aye? Wrye mouths, and then, "Ah, but cupid's arrow could strike when she signs up for an escort service and meets...." A brow wiggle combines with a bellow, "Da da da daaaaaa, Benjamin Brennart, the man who might just ignite romance."

"A dream of a hunk who has his own torment. He lost his restaurant in Hurricane Katrina and still harbors love for his ex-wife." Tattle sniffles. "Oh such woe."

Wrye touches Tattle's forehead as if expecting to find a temp high enough to bring on delirium, finding her cool, he distances himself by running amuck through the pages, settling finally and declaring, "Something is flourishing! Passion and admiration and possibly lovvvvvvvvve, oh my! But...."

"But what?"

"Read and find out," he teased. "No time to dilly dally. Our next romance awaits."



As they enter the world of LUCKY IN LOVE by Stacey Coverstone, a western romantic suspense, Wrye dons a Stetson and chaps. Tattle proudly displays cowboy boots and changes her speech pattern from ole world to country drawl, "I do declare, Wrye, Jordan Mackenzie, who is so pretty she could make a hound dog smile, has her hands full with having inherited the Lucky Seven ranch from her aunt."

Mounting a horse he has discovered on the ranch, Wrye observes, "The good news is she decided to move from Colorado to New Mexico to start a new life on the ranch. The bad news is she's hurting from a horrific romantic breakup."

"Bless her pea-pickin' lil' heart. The poor thang discovers the ranch is a shambles and a nasty ole land developer is eager to take it off her hands." She pauses, grins and adds, "But then there is Wyatt Brannigan, hotter-than-the-hinges-on-the-gates-of-hell new neighbor and Cole Roberts, the oh-my-hunka-of-burnin'-love local contractor that shows he's more than interested."

"Is she?"

A mischievous smile lights Tattle's face. "That there gal is attracted to both!" The smile fades, "Only, she's still a-hurtin' bad over the breakup with her boyfriend."

"Meanwhile, the demented land developer will do any heinous thing to get Jordan to sell, even threaten her life."

"That man ain't got the dencency to die!" Tattle declares. "If I were a reader, I'd certainly want to find out if Jordan survives long enough to decide which cowboy will win her heart."



DANGEROUS DESIRE by Romona Hilliger completes Tattle and Wrye's journey, and they quickly find themselves intruding on a spat between the lovely married Amy Anderson and her seven years younger art teacher who has a girlfriend.

"I smell trrrrouble!" announces Tattle, her speech finally returning to normal as she scans the book's pages. "Her marriage is over except for in name, but her conscience is certainly pushing her away from this naughty attraction to a younger man.

"Jamie, the heart-tugger in question, doesn't think it's so naughty. He seems star-struck, and he is quite hurt by her rejection ."

"Amy hurts just as much." Tattle flips through several pages. "She believes what she is doing is wrong, but she also can't resist. Mmmm, such delicious pull-n-tug. Her hesitating, then giving into coffee dates...him pursuing...her refusing...him chasing...her remembering her dissolving marriage and that love often equates to pain...he being so different...her falling..."

Wrye puts up a halting hand. "I get it. I get it. She feels she should have learned her lesson about love, but as we can see...," he points to several paragraphs, "she's having a tough time keeping barriers in place."

"As is Jamie. He lost his family and his first love. He feels affection for another, but nothing resembling passion." Tattle places a finger on her heart and makes a sizzling sound. "Amy, though, done-gone and brought the heat back to his heart. He wants to push her away but can't seem to find the will."

They watch Amy and Jamie struggle, each tossing out hurtful words as their spirits dissolve in despair. Tattle says softly, "Will they ever be able to find a path to each other?"

"Perhaps not," Wrye returns, "but this is the month of romantic possibilities. So, read and be part of the character's passionate journey."


Hope you enjoyed Cupid's offerings! Next month, we'll sojourn into the worlds of a few of Champagne Books' nominees for Novel of the Year. THE KEEPER OF MOON HAVEN by Ciara Gold, SHADOW OF GUILT by Michael Davis, and SHADOW FOX by Ashley Barnard.

Happy Valentine's Day!


Dona Penza Rutabaga Tattle, Esq.
and Associate Wrye Balderdash
of Blather City, Wannachat



Created and written by
Angelica Hart and Zi

GETTING THE PARTY STARTED

Howdy Rowdy!

We are Angelica Hart and Zi a writing team of contemporary, fantasy, thrillers and fanciful romance and we're here to kick off the Champagne Books Blog's month long Valentine party! Many Champagne Book authors will be joining us, sharing excerpts, stories, poems, blogs, articles, and e-book GIVE AWAYS.

To begin, anyone who joins the Champagne Book Blog today or tomorrow will receive a free e-book! If you leave a comment you'll be part of today's drawing for a free e-book. If you let a friend know about our blog and they join the blog, you'll both be entered into the end of the month drawing for two print books, an e-book and a surprise gift.

For today's offering, we'd like to leave you some poetry and prose straight from Zi's literary vault.

Z: Hey, I how did you find them? I had them in an innocuous file and under password protection.
A: (wiggles brows) Nor lock or key is safe from me. 'Tis time to share the ponderings of your lair. Besides, you see, my poetry is stinky!
Z: I wouldn't say that.... (Re-reads her words and grimaces.) Then again...
A: Hush, let everyone enjoy Day One of Hearts, Roses and Candy month. (Looks around) By the way, where's the chocolate?

A note from Zi to you:

M'dear,

Step upon my wings of imagination…join me…for I am about to sojourn to a place of magic wonderment. This is my place. Where I still feel like a child. Broccoli tastes like jelly beans. Every dog talks. Books smell like peaches. And the Sunshine never burns but enriches.

My thoughts are with you. I hope this finds you well.

Consider a first date, titled, “The Lady Gets Wings”. Every angel should have their wings. We walking hand-in-hand eventually spontaneously skipping to town square. The streets are dustless cobblestone. Never a car allowed upon them. People scurry from shop to shop. Spinning as they greet others. Gentlemen bow and ladies curtsy.

“How do you do!”

“And you!”

Then spin a good bye and off they go to the next greeting to be spun.

Music fills our air yet, neither of us know its origin. Music comes from the energy of being. Happy. Music is because we are. The baker devines fluffy sounds. The florist glows a melody of lilting joy. Music becomes the extension of our souls…and poetry our own private dance of possibilities.

Respectfully yours in muse,

Zi

POSSIBILITIES

You are my possibility
My friend to be
My muse
My paramour
My future
You are my possibility
And I am profoundly
Pleased.


A Hug

Strength is an amazing thing
Power is an absolute aphrodisiac
Humanity finds it a sign of strength
Hugging is not weakness
Asserting one's strength; good
But asserting one's strength
As well as their heart
Awesome... simply awesome

SMITTEN

I am smitten, I fear.
How did that happen?
You are the muse that tweaks my prose,
the romantic who touches my spirit.
It is not possible to be smitten by a reader,
to fall into the abyss of what they desire,
in tales, in narratives, in scenes of love.
To not even know the color of a woman's eyes,
yet long to conquer the nectar of her soul.
To fuel her desire and capture her romantic heart.
I am smitten with you.
Will you be smitten by my words?

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Angelica Hart and Zi
KILLER DOLLS
SNAKE DANCE
CHASING YESTERDAY
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TATTLE AND WRYE CELEBRATE CHAMPAGNE BOOK AUTHORS

FROM THE DESK OF
DONA PENZA TATTLE, ESQ.
AND
ASSOCIATE WRYE BALDERDASH

Greetings,

"I have only one New Year's resolution," states Tattle as she boxes up her tiara for the next New Year's Eve gala.

"And that is?" asks Wrye, placing his top hat in storage.

"To read more work from the Champagne Books authors, what else!"

"Ahh, then I say, let's get you started by seeing what's up with some of our favorite authors."

With a grin and a wink, Wrye leads the way into a Love of Literature Leap.



"This book certainly lives up to its title," states Wrye as he offers a bug-eyed look. "Olivia, the heroine, is oooh-la-la hot...hot...hot."

"And so is this contemporary romance, HOT COMMODITY by Linda Kage," agrees Tattle. "I really like how Olivia finally stands up to her mother, Vivian, and takes charge of her world."

Finding some left over hors d'oeuvres in his pocket, Wrye speaks between munching. "Only, it doesn't quite work out the way she expects."

Tattle skips through pages, her gown from the previous evening rustling as she moves. "Should we tell?"

"Oh do!"

"It appears while at a business convention in Las Vegas, Vivian had ordered Olivia to seduce Cameron Banks into marrying her. And, she's having none of it."

Wrye plucks a sparkling water directly out of the bar scene, and drinks thirstily. "So, she rebels, picking up the first hunka-hunka that she is certain mommy dearest will despise."

"Chutes and ladders she certainly chose a sizzling hottie," qualifies Tattle. "And he is also a little bit tipsy when she gives him the come-hither."

"But it's his quirky personality that gets her into his arms, and before you know it the two of them are more than an item."

"Take that mama Cruella!"

"Actually," Wrye explains, dapping his mouth with a handkerchief. "Remember things didn't work out as Oliva planned. The man that knocked her socks off, and, well, actually, her panties, too was none other than Cameron Banks!"

"No!"

"Yes."

"Ut oh!"

"Exactly. This is when the fun really begins."

"Gotta read this!"

"Later!"


Next, the duo find themselves in the romantic suspense LIAR, LIAR by J. L. McCale.

Wrye pops his Sherlock Holmes hat from a pocket and dons it as he gives his best impression of a gumshoe. "There is something afoot, and I'm not talking about sneakers, despite that we're sneaking around."

Ignoring Wrye, Tattle says, "Did you hear that? Whispers. Scrapings. Creaking."

"I hear nothiiiing, nothiiiiing," declares Wrye with a Sergeant Schultz accent, but then his voice becomes soft, serious. "Wait! Whatever it is, it has awakened Mia! It's the same sounds she had heard the night her husband had fallen to his death."

Tattle sighs elaborately. "Poor dear, she has stayed away from the mansion until now, the very place where her husband, Bill, had been murdered."

"Well, it doesn't help that the police don't believe he had been murdered."

"But now she is back, determined to find out the truth, why he had died."

"And, now, it is starting again. The sound of a door closing. A child's voice." Wrye pauses, head bent in the semblance of listening. "The same sounds she began to hear before he had died."

"Her husband had chided that she was insane."

"Was she?" Tattle asks, eyes bright and wide.

"She sometimes fears that. She tells herself that a house makes noises. It's just settling, but she doesn't really believe it. Yet, everything seems to be transpiring yet again."

"Then there is evidence of an intruder, and again a child whispers for her to run."

"She is all alone in her attempts to find the truth except for one detective who has a personal interest, and it's not just in her." Wrye says, wiggling his brows for emphasis.

"Wrye...?"

"Yes...."

"I think there is someone creeping up the stairs."

"I think it's time for us to say adios amigo!"


Hope you enjoyed! For the month of candy, flowers and hearts, we'll be visiting with the characters from FAKIN' IT by Dr. Kris Condi, Ph.D., LUCKY IN LOVE by Stacey Coverstone, and DANGEROUS DESIRE by Romona Hilliger.

Happy New Year!


Dona Penza Rutabaga Tattle, Esq.
and Associate Wrye Balderdash
of Blather City, Wannachat

Created and written by
Angelica Hart and Zi

Branding, we're not talking cows here

Branding? What is it? I wanted to know more about the term and its use since it apparently applies to us and our writing, not just large corporations.
Definition: Voice? Plot? Values? Reliability: that I will wind up the details of my twists and turns in the plot.

Ah-ha. Branding is me. My integrity combined with my interests and values create my brand, because who I am contributes to and is incorporated into what I write, whether it’s a travel essay, a blog or flash fiction.

But how does my brand apply to my three Champagne novels?

In the contemporary Mortal Coil, a widow with a ten-year old daughter tries to save her nursing home residents from the Ponytail Perp. The cop assigned to the case and she become allies friends, lovers, and more. Brand: sweet romance, family values, sense of responsibility and altruism. Trust the author to wrap up the details.

In Tangled Web, an innocent woman is seduced by what we would now call a player, but in 1935, was a user, a selfish rogue or a philanderer who takes no responsibility for their child. She rebuilds her life and moves from his influence to become a nationally known… Brand: Romance, grit, suspense and eventually sweet romance and the reliability that the author will not only wrap up the details but will not commit any anachronisms.

Coming in 2011: Kill Fee is so named because it involves an environmentally sensitive article that strays into a murder plot and cover-up. Editors want it pulled, thus requiring that they pay the author a kill fee—in more ways than one. No one is innocent. The all too possible story reflects back on the writer and her entire life. By her side is her attorney, with no agenda but to be her helpmate. Sweet romance, loyalty, family values, humor and whimsy wrapped up neatly and logically.

All my writing has commonalties. People have told me, "I found myself agreeing with your article before I saw your name at the end." Or, "I thought that might be yours."

Ellen Smith, our Champagne Books publisher pointed out to me that although the term Branding has been around for several years, newer writers are becoming more aware of it. This is why your Web site must reflect your brand, not just your latest or your favorite book. As Ellen said, "That way, when someone says (your name) they know exactly who they are talking about.
"Branding is especially important when building an author’s platform. It’s what brings your readers to you," she stated.

This makes perfect sense when you consider how we wait to experience the next book by Nora Roberts, John Grisham, Clive Cussler, Dean Koonz or Stephen King, to mention only a few. They are reliable brands in their own genres.

Build your reliable brand and display it on your Web site. You don’t own it; you are it.
　
Julie Eberhart Painter is the Champagne Books author of Mortal Coil, in which she practices both medicine and law without licenses, and Tangled Web, a story close to her heart. See Julie’s Web site at
www.books-jepainter.com The World, the Flesh and the Devil, American Castles and Tahitian Destiny are available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble. Her nonfiction e-book, From the Inside Out, a volunteer looks at staying motivated, is considered a best seller on the Net. Watch for Kill Fee, Coming in October 2011.