Harriet Klausner, Amazon’s Number *1* Reviewer, terms Leiatra’s Rhapsody “fascinating character driven thriller,” …And I can’t be more thrilled!!!
In my private space I know Leiatra’s Rhapsody is a tedious read, far more tedious than either Something Xtra Wild or This One I Got Right. But it wasn’t intentional, exactly why I picked up the pace for ‘her’ sequels. And seeping even deeper into my private space, I must reiterate over again, just how thrilled to spills I am that Harriet picked right up on the psychological thriller aspect in Leiatra’s Rhapsody… the culprit that shields the… oh man, it’s right there… simplistic theme of the novel.
Thank you Harriet!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Leiatra's Rhapsody
Published 2008 by OSAAT Entertainment, U.S. $12.95
398 pages, ISBN: 9780981825632
Original Copyright, 2005
Fifth Printing
Synopsis:
The Rhapsody series begins with Leiatra's Rhapsody and the wrestling of human behavior, conceptualizing what happens when a professional counselor, wife, and mother innocently opens the playing field to examine sexual indiscretion.
The irony is… Leiatra treats addictions. Her work is the most respected in the industry. Yet, when she seeks to elicit answers to address one simple question (why men cheat), her unpretentious world is turned upside down.
The answers come in cascades. Before long, an educated woman who has taken for granted what she recklessly imagined she knew, finds herself trapped and entangled in a web of deceit so deep that she risks losing her business, friendships, and the people in her life who matter the most to her.
The answer to why men cheat is not as simple…and then again, it really is.
Do you think you know why men cheat?
Do you really want to know why men cheat?
…or do you prefer to believe otherwise?
Other than unique, here are some terms associated with the work: Intelligent, classy, sexy, believable characters, sometimes soft porn, and now adding a fascinating character driven thriller.
398 pages, ISBN: 9780981825632
Original Copyright, 2005
Fifth Printing
Synopsis:
The Rhapsody series begins with Leiatra's Rhapsody and the wrestling of human behavior, conceptualizing what happens when a professional counselor, wife, and mother innocently opens the playing field to examine sexual indiscretion.
The irony is… Leiatra treats addictions. Her work is the most respected in the industry. Yet, when she seeks to elicit answers to address one simple question (why men cheat), her unpretentious world is turned upside down.
The answers come in cascades. Before long, an educated woman who has taken for granted what she recklessly imagined she knew, finds herself trapped and entangled in a web of deceit so deep that she risks losing her business, friendships, and the people in her life who matter the most to her.
The answer to why men cheat is not as simple…and then again, it really is.
Do you think you know why men cheat?
Do you really want to know why men cheat?
…or do you prefer to believe otherwise?
Other than unique, here are some terms associated with the work: Intelligent, classy, sexy, believable characters, sometimes soft porn, and now adding a fascinating character driven thriller.
Something Xtra Wild
Published 2009 by OSAAT Entertainment, U.S. $12.95
360 pages, ISBN: 9780981825649
Original copyright, 2008
Second Printing
Synopsis:
At a time when myths and fantasies supercede pragmatism and reality, this novel picks up from where Leiatra’s Rhapsody left off. This time around however the game has changed. There are new players, and new rules. But armed with the reasons why men cheat, Leiatra once again moves with passionate speed crossing idealistic mores and values to reconcile her marriage and unite her family, revealing a true seasoned romance Something Xtra Wild.
Excerpt:
Part of CHAPTER 5.
360 pages, ISBN: 9780981825649
Original copyright, 2008
Second Printing
Synopsis:
At a time when myths and fantasies supercede pragmatism and reality, this novel picks up from where Leiatra’s Rhapsody left off. This time around however the game has changed. There are new players, and new rules. But armed with the reasons why men cheat, Leiatra once again moves with passionate speed crossing idealistic mores and values to reconcile her marriage and unite her family, revealing a true seasoned romance Something Xtra Wild.
Excerpt:
Part of CHAPTER 5.
on North Harbor Drive. Giving in to superstition wasn’t Leiatra’s thing, until she saw with her own eyes a monumental juncture giving way, having Purgatory wake up black Friday—the 13th, and with plenty of heat carrying over into the following day.
For two days after fighting the mounting urge to revisit the pub, and putting the clamp on an old address book, Blaine breezed into the city cruising at a high altitude to be recognized.
Truth in lending, she was hoping for a sneak attack. And he was too. Despite pretending to be dead set on effecting a formal encounter, meeting in a hotel with children in tow, he was all for show and the Louis Vutton luggage he sat on proved it.
While everyone around, from the bellhop to the most important guest in the lobby—Mr. Krupp himself—wore the laid-back cool retro colors, he was stuffed in that heated blasted black suit. From the fresh trim to his polished lips and the elk skin wrapped around his slender long feet, a vain comeback was written all over him.
She had spent a good minute searching for jeans that cut in the right places, and all day in a salon to have her hair drape around her neck, covering one eye, and down her back. The sheer blouse, shades, and pythons she found in the back of her closet wasn’t only for Frankie. She wanted to give him a little show, except the kids saw him first.
The moment their eyes met she knew he had taken it all in, though the greeting was stiff. But that’s how he was, never one to let go of affection, except to pretend how much he missed the kids. Seth and Alexis fell right in his arms, while Sedan, like him, kept a cool distance.
“Come here man,” he called for Sedan. “What have you been up to? Your mother said you have some La Cienega in you.”
It was childish, but she rolled her eyes anyway. She said no such thing. What she said was Sedan’s ass had been acting up in school and he (Blaine) needed to get his ass home to be a role model.
Not once did he look her way, except to speak to the kids in discourses meant solely for her. When Sedan told him the reason he was getting in trouble at school was because the teachers said he talked too much, and he responded:, “he needed to watch out for picking up bad habits,” that discourse was meant for her.
When Alexis turned to ask for money, something she always did whenever she went out with anyone but Leiatra, and he said, “ugh sweetie, you don’t have to worry about money, you’re going out with Daddy,” that discourse was meant for her.
And when Seth asked if he would be coming home and he informed him that he, “had to stay at the hotel because he had some things to do,” that discourse was meant for her, too.
Leiatra started to ask if he planned to keep the kids with him but decided to lift the back of Seth’s pant leg from his tennis shoe instead. She actually leaned over as many times as she could find something on one of the kids to pick at, until she went for the floor one time too many, raising up and catching a glimpse of his princely manicure. He wasn’t wearing his wedding band, despite her wearing hers. It was the last time she dipped down to the floor.
She didn’t enjoy admitting it, but she was in love. She hated his inability to reason, his insistence on order and punctuality, and the way he made love to her, but she loved the way he avoided her. Competition was heavy, and companionship for him immaterial, but the fact that she was among the competition meant she was in the dead center of his eye.
Getting him back wasn’t going to be easy, but she promised not to act ugly—having him believe she spent her days lying on the floor dressed in head rags and bathrobes, strung-out on the emotional love rollercoaster. Regardless of what he said, she was going to keep a level head and show him she could be just as strong without him, if she had to.
For two days after fighting the mounting urge to revisit the pub, and putting the clamp on an old address book, Blaine breezed into the city cruising at a high altitude to be recognized.
Truth in lending, she was hoping for a sneak attack. And he was too. Despite pretending to be dead set on effecting a formal encounter, meeting in a hotel with children in tow, he was all for show and the Louis Vutton luggage he sat on proved it.
While everyone around, from the bellhop to the most important guest in the lobby—Mr. Krupp himself—wore the laid-back cool retro colors, he was stuffed in that heated blasted black suit. From the fresh trim to his polished lips and the elk skin wrapped around his slender long feet, a vain comeback was written all over him.
She had spent a good minute searching for jeans that cut in the right places, and all day in a salon to have her hair drape around her neck, covering one eye, and down her back. The sheer blouse, shades, and pythons she found in the back of her closet wasn’t only for Frankie. She wanted to give him a little show, except the kids saw him first.
The moment their eyes met she knew he had taken it all in, though the greeting was stiff. But that’s how he was, never one to let go of affection, except to pretend how much he missed the kids. Seth and Alexis fell right in his arms, while Sedan, like him, kept a cool distance.
“Come here man,” he called for Sedan. “What have you been up to? Your mother said you have some La Cienega in you.”
It was childish, but she rolled her eyes anyway. She said no such thing. What she said was Sedan’s ass had been acting up in school and he (Blaine) needed to get his ass home to be a role model.
Not once did he look her way, except to speak to the kids in discourses meant solely for her. When Sedan told him the reason he was getting in trouble at school was because the teachers said he talked too much, and he responded:, “he needed to watch out for picking up bad habits,” that discourse was meant for her.
When Alexis turned to ask for money, something she always did whenever she went out with anyone but Leiatra, and he said, “ugh sweetie, you don’t have to worry about money, you’re going out with Daddy,” that discourse was meant for her.
And when Seth asked if he would be coming home and he informed him that he, “had to stay at the hotel because he had some things to do,” that discourse was meant for her, too.
Leiatra started to ask if he planned to keep the kids with him but decided to lift the back of Seth’s pant leg from his tennis shoe instead. She actually leaned over as many times as she could find something on one of the kids to pick at, until she went for the floor one time too many, raising up and catching a glimpse of his princely manicure. He wasn’t wearing his wedding band, despite her wearing hers. It was the last time she dipped down to the floor.
She didn’t enjoy admitting it, but she was in love. She hated his inability to reason, his insistence on order and punctuality, and the way he made love to her, but she loved the way he avoided her. Competition was heavy, and companionship for him immaterial, but the fact that she was among the competition meant she was in the dead center of his eye.
Getting him back wasn’t going to be easy, but she promised not to act ugly—having him believe she spent her days lying on the floor dressed in head rags and bathrobes, strung-out on the emotional love rollercoaster. Regardless of what he said, she was going to keep a level head and show him she could be just as strong without him, if she had to.
Friday, October 9, 2009
This One I Got Right
Releases 2010 by OSAAT Entertainment, U.S. $15.95
350 pages (Pre-Order on Amazon)
ISBN: 9780981825687
Original copyright, 2009
First Printing
Synopsis:
Excerpt:
End of CHAPTER 1.
350 pages (Pre-Order on Amazon)
ISBN: 9780981825687
Original copyright, 2009
First Printing
Synopsis:
…And so, if there is a Leiatra’s Rhapsody, and a Something Xtra Wild, then there must be a This One I Got Right…right?
Sweet and simple, what does that small clause in their wedding vows mean? What really is trials and tribulations comprised of? This is what is going on this witty novel built around Leiatra and Blaine making a bet on which one of their children will marry first.
The bet is simple. Leiatra would win only if their daughter married first. If their son, the twin who is now a professional ball player marries first, then Blaine wins. The other twin son who is struggling through life doesn’t count. Him getting married first would be a draw. Engagements didn’t count. There had to be a chapel, church bells, and a bride and groom.
But what is at stake is not as simple. This hair-raising fast-paced tale built around trials and tribulations dishes out with unmitigated speed the mean, but in curvaceous detail plays out to the far extreme.
Excerpt:
End of CHAPTER 1.
“What do you say, if you win,” and she laughed—fat chance, “I’ll have to go along with your wildest secret sexual fantasy, and if I win you’ll have to go along with mine?”
“You mean to tell me you are willing to bet on our kids like this? I can’t believe—”
“—hey, hey…you brought it up.”
“Yeah, but it was just a reference. All I said was Seth probably mi—”
“—I heard what you said. And it sounded like a bet to me. So now, let’s bet.”
“Now you’re trying to get me all caught up in one of your fantasy traps. You’re taking it too far.”
“Okay, so it doesn’t have to be a secret fantasy...” she had to laugh, “for you... But for me, if I win, you have to go along with whatever fantasy I so desire.”
“Come on now, you’re getting a little carried away.” He nudged her, hoping she moved off his lap.
“See…you’re afraid,” she said swinging her leg around to hop off his lap. “I happen to think this wager will really be good for us. We only have the rest of our lives to be together. Why not make the better half fun?”
Blaine didn’t go for the newspaper. Instead he listened. Well, partially he listened. An image he had fantasized about for too long suddenly crept up and started growing on him.
“Okay,” he smirked, gliding his eyes across her face watching her watch him with a mischievous suspicion.
But fearing what he was about to say she cut in,“—Now it can’t be nothing crazy like—”
“—unt un…no, you wanna play, you’re gonna play.” His smile broadened, growing more devious as he broke out into a soft chuckle. “My fantasy is my fantasy. You made that rule baby.”
“No, wait…” Leiatra’s mind racing over the many crazy things he might have cooked up in his fantasy. “I think we should set some ground rules.”
“Oh no, now look at who’s scared. See, I knew there was going to be a side panel.”
“Okay fine, it’s settled. Let’s play. Seth gets married first, you win. If he doesn’t, then I win.” She sunk into the sofa, already ahead beaming for an uncommitted audience. “…and the fantasy can be anything at all…”
“You mean to tell me you are willing to bet on our kids like this? I can’t believe—”
“—hey, hey…you brought it up.”
“Yeah, but it was just a reference. All I said was Seth probably mi—”
“—I heard what you said. And it sounded like a bet to me. So now, let’s bet.”
“Now you’re trying to get me all caught up in one of your fantasy traps. You’re taking it too far.”
“Okay, so it doesn’t have to be a secret fantasy...” she had to laugh, “for you... But for me, if I win, you have to go along with whatever fantasy I so desire.”
“Come on now, you’re getting a little carried away.” He nudged her, hoping she moved off his lap.
“See…you’re afraid,” she said swinging her leg around to hop off his lap. “I happen to think this wager will really be good for us. We only have the rest of our lives to be together. Why not make the better half fun?”
Blaine didn’t go for the newspaper. Instead he listened. Well, partially he listened. An image he had fantasized about for too long suddenly crept up and started growing on him.
“Okay,” he smirked, gliding his eyes across her face watching her watch him with a mischievous suspicion.
But fearing what he was about to say she cut in,“—Now it can’t be nothing crazy like—”
“—unt un…no, you wanna play, you’re gonna play.” His smile broadened, growing more devious as he broke out into a soft chuckle. “My fantasy is my fantasy. You made that rule baby.”
“No, wait…” Leiatra’s mind racing over the many crazy things he might have cooked up in his fantasy. “I think we should set some ground rules.”
“Oh no, now look at who’s scared. See, I knew there was going to be a side panel.”
“Okay fine, it’s settled. Let’s play. Seth gets married first, you win. If he doesn’t, then I win.” She sunk into the sofa, already ahead beaming for an uncommitted audience. “…and the fantasy can be anything at all…”
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