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Hello everyone! It is getting crazy in Miami for Super Bowl weekend. Are ready for the largest and most significant football game of the year? I know I am, but for many they aren't into football and prefer to do something else. If you are one of those, I have a fantastic book for you called "Chloe After Dark" by Elsa Joseph which is on sale now at Amazon. Take a look at the book and meet the author. Oh, here is fantastic news -- the author has a free book giveaway (find out more here).
Moving on from a painful break up with her
boyfriend, beautiful Chloe Milano takes a job as a radio host at a steamy late-night
erotic radio station to pay off her debts and make ends meet. But she gets a
lot more than she bargained for when she becomes entangled in the salacious
fantasies of after-hours callers...
Tell your readers a little
about yourself, where you grew up, where you live now, where you went to school
etc. Let them get to know the personal you.
Here is my author biography:
Elsa Joseph is the author of Best Kept Secret and Dylan’s Cosydoze. She gained
her writing degree at London South Bank University, UK. From an early age, Elsa
had the ambition to be a writer. She often tried her hand at writing by
entering writing contests, although little came from her early efforts. Besides
her love of writing, Elsa has a passion for theatre and sits on the committee
of a community theatre group that promotes new writing and encourages people to
go to the theatre regularly. Elsa draws inspiration for her books from traveling,
art, theatre, reading and conversations with friends. Living in London proves
to be inspirational to Elsa as she sits at her desk in her office, where she
writes her stories and can merely look out the window at the hustle and bustle
of city life to renew her creativity. Elsa strives to make stories with
interesting plots and beautiful scenery, and characters with great strengths
and weaknesses who readers can identify and fall in love with.
What inspired you to author
this book?
My book is about a young woman who becomes sexually emancipated
working at a late-night radio station. I am always listening to the radio and
that’s what inspired me to write "Chloe After Dark."
Where did you get the
inspiration for your book’s cover?
I worked with an amazing book cover
designer. I told her I wanted something dark, mysterious and classy. I was
surprised she came up with this book cover in the first round of designs.
Who has been the most
significant influence on you personally and as a writer?
My mother.
What were your struggles or
obstacles you had to overcome to get this book written?
I work part-time.
It was a struggle finding a healthy balance between writing and fulfilling my
professional work commitments.
Tell your readers about your
book.
Here is the book’s synopsis: Moving on from a painful break up
with her boyfriend, beautiful Chloe Milano takes a job as a radio host at a
steamy late-night radio station to pay off her debts and make ends meet. But
she gets a lot more than she bargained for when she becomes entangled in the
love lives of after-hours callers...
Who is your target audience,
and why?
“Chloe After Dark” is an erotic fiction novel so the age range is
18+.
Charley Kern and his wife inherit a home center after her parents are tragically killed in a car wreck. Even though he was involved with the store for a short time prior to the tragedy, he has no idea how to start improving the struggling operation. He takes a leap of faith and introduces himself to a person who soon becomes his friend and mentor. His new friend introduces him to a new concept called The Incremental Improvement System. After Charley thoroughly understands the huge differences that small improvements can produce, he is taken on a journey of reinvention and produces success beyond any thing he could have imagined. The engaging story provides a great way for people who are looking for retail store improvement to learn while being entertained. This is the first book of the series. The second book is also available. It is the companion workbook to deepen understanding of the Incremental Improvement System.
Akshara and Abhay come from two different worlds. She is kind and passionate about helping those less fortunate. He is ambitious and obsessed with building a business empire. They only have one thing in common: a shared contempt for marital chains. While Abhay and Akshara do everythingthey can to avoid marriage, destiny has a mind of its own and the two race toward an explosive and unexpected collision. The question is: as rivals or as soulmates? With wit, warmth, and wonder, How I Met You recounts a timeless journey to love through self-discovery.
I felt
as if the sun had suddenly risen in the dark Hyderabad sky. And then I simply
froze. It was her, though the truth still seemed surreal. Gracious, was this a
dream? I rubbed my eyes and checked again carefully. I was not dreaming. Yes,
it was indeed her. ‘Angel Eyes,’ the one who had filled my dreams for years. I
wanted to jump and pump my fist in the air. I had tried to find her whereabouts
for years and there she was, right in front of me. God had given me this golden
opportunity, and I was determined not to let her go this time.
All the
streets looked the same. Narrow, dark, and filled with filth and misery. I
covered my nose and took a turn as per the instructions scrawled on the scrap
of paper in my hand and searched for the location. It was no wonder this place
was a safe haven for goons and mafia. I had heard that even police were scared
to enter.
The
stairs opened to a wide hall filled with the stench of cigarettes and alcohol.
All the windows were closed, and I was hardly able to see anything. A few
tables were placed about, and people were seated at each. Some played cards
while others talked in low tones. Did they even know that there was something
called a haircut and a shave that had been discovered ages ago? I tried to look
past the disturbing lack of pride and hygiene and focus on my mission.
Perhaps
she realized that I was staring at her as she slowly looked back to her book.
And
there I was, my gaze locked on to her, pretending to read the magazine. Those
deep, sparkling eyes…I had never seen such eyes before. This was a new feeling.
It had never happened to me and left me feeling way out of my depth. All my
youthful—and often swaggering—assurance had gone out the window. I wanted to
talk to her but being an introvert when it came to the girls, it was out of the
question.
I could
let destiny take its own course. I don’t have the strength to face a rejection.
If I am in thoughts, I always win. Reality may not be as sweet. Let me live in
this little imaginary world of mine where I control everything.
Perhaps
it was still in my pocket. I had no energy and couldn’t focus enough to find
it. Should I ask someone from the crowd to let me use their phone? I didn’t
know. Why were they all just standing there, looking at me as if some charade
or drama was going on for their entertainment? Was there not a single soul who
was ready to help me? A few
incidents flashed in front of my eyes of times when I had witnessed such
accidents and never stopped or offered any help to the victim. So why was I
cursing them today? Had I ever come forward and cared about a single soul
except myself? I would have done exactly the same thing. I would have simply
driven past, thankful that I was not involved.
I
wanted to laugh. I was getting a taste of my own medicine and yet I found it
too bitter to swallow.
What
kind of human being had I been in the past? I asked myself. Time was running
out, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to bear the pain for much longer. A fresh
bout of agony made me grimace and I snapped my lips shut. Slowly, I tried to
get up, but I quickly realized I wouldn’t manage. Colorful spots appeared in
front of my eyes, and I hoped desperately that someone—anyone—would stop and
help me. Perhaps
they had had enough. The crowd had started to thin once the novelty faded. I
had abandoned any hope of getting help, and all the muscles in my body were
wracked with pain. I tried hard to pull myself up when I smelled petrol. In a few
moments, I felt dizzy and sensed rather than saw someone coming towards me.
Had I
passed out or was someone coming? It looked like an angel. Was I dead? Had the
angels come to get me? That thought scared me. Her white dupatta swirled in the
air as she made her way towards me. Her glossy hair was hidden under a helmet.
But how could she be there? Had I lost my wits? I must have. I was definitely
hallucinating.
Even in
that situation, I was thinking of Angel Eyes. I was sure, then, it was all
over. I was dead. I had heard somewhere that human beings usually had glimpses
of their unfulfilled dreams or desires, so assumed that must have been what was
happening to me. I don’t remember anything after that but could faintly hear
the alarming noise of an ambulance coming closer. So…I was not dead. It was
indeed an ambulance. I looked around to see if Angel Eyes was actually there or
if it was my imagination. I tried to look at the ambulance and the people.
My
vision, however, was hazy, and all I could see was its blurry shape before I
was lifted onto a stretcher, I assumed for transfer to a nearby hospital. The
inside of the vehicle stank of chemicals. I scrunched my nose and closed my
eyes as my body rested on the cool white sheets. A few people were talking but
I couldn’t hear them properly. It seemed that they were repeating the words,
“We care.”
We
believe that all human beings need compassion and it is everyone’s duty to help
others. I’d
been lost in the beauty of it though I regretted its passing. The
general waiting area might have more variety, but with my looming migraine
still hovering just behind my eyes, I couldn’t face the thought of so many
people in one space -- all of them probably as irritated as I was over the delay. Love
can empower us to achieve anything. Every
relationship now is for convenience and selfish purposes. Destiny
manifests in a sequence of small coincidences, Vishal. There
was something special about chasing your dream, about achieving what theirs
only imagined. Passion
had turned her pretty eyes to orbs of fire, and her skin glistened with a
sensual sheen of perspiration although the air conditioning was on. God
cannot be everywhere. He wants us, humans, to take care of our fellow human beings
in whatever way we can. It is not always about money. Time is important and
precious too. It had
been ages since I spent any time alone without any electronic gadget. If
there were ever a competition for the biggest loser and idiot that would go to me.
It was
strange how someone who didn’t know you could influence your life so much.
If I am
in thoughts, I always win. Reality may not be as sweet.
The
things that we’re unaware of often become the things that have the most impact
on our lives.
These
nights, o this clime, this seashore, this brisk breeze.
I was like a man dying of thirst who
suddenly discovered water—even the tiniest drop had to be taken in greedily.
I knew
for sure that true happiness was in leaving your mark in other people’s lives,
by helping them, by standing with them in their hour of need.
God
cannot be everywhere. He wants us, humans, to take care of our fellow human
beings in whatever way we can. It is not always about money. Time is important
and precious too.
I no
longer believed that love could transcend everything and transform the ordinary
into something extraordinary.
Life
was opening up for me, and I was ready to embrace all it had to offer.
All of
us have to carry on the duty God gave us. God cannot be everywhere. He wants
us, humans, to take care of our fellow human beings in whatever way we can. It
is not always about money. Time is important and precious too. These people
need someone who can listen to them and help them get their issues to the
concerned authorities. It gives me great pleasure and joy to do what I can.
I was
torn between resenting her goodness and loving her strength, and I wished
desperately that we could find a way to overcome the impossible.
In the
mental space between the rush of the last few months and the vagueness of the
future, my imaginings somehow found all kinds of reasons why I had been a fool
not to pursue her sooner.
