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~ GUEST POST ~
I want to thank Grace for having me
here on the Sweet Spot Book Blog! She wanted to know what inspired
Omnific Publishing and I to donate the proceeds of Late Night With
Andres to help fight breast cancer --if there was particular story?
And the truth is, there are too many stories.
I feel like we all know someone who has fought cancer at this point. I really thought by the time I got to be this age, there would be a vaccine. I’m actually stunned we haven’t found it yet: the cure to cancer.
I wish we had. There are so many dear, sweet faces that are missed because this puzzle has not been solved. I’m not smart enough to help with the science of it. I’m lucky if I figure out where my phone is while I’m talking to my mother on it.
It’s my hope that the funds generated from Late Night with Andres can help somehow. Seems too small, doesn’t it? I feel like if this were something we could battle with our fists, we would all stand shoulder to shoulder until we had it on the ropes.
Both my parents have been treated recently for cancer, and my in-laws lost their four year old son to the disease in 1974. Just recently a young mom we know lost her battle with breast cancer, leaving behind two toddlers. It’s too much. Too many.
And I know if you’re reading this, you’ve got someone in your heart you’re concerned for. Your kids? Your friends? If you can’t provide the science to fix this, all we can do is support those that can.
I have a reader—and she knows who she is—who is undergoing chemotherapy now. Her smile is amazing. So full, so ready to fight and laugh.
You feel helpless, right? It’s hard when all you can do is pray, all you can do is make a meal and drop it off for the family. I feel like we should all be making noise or pointing and stomping until cancer is history—just one of the vaccines that become routine for babies, just an initial on the paperwork.
I’ve got this story, this silly, slightly scary story, and it’s probably not even the right one to offer as help. I mean, it has a character named Fart. Who does that?
But I do hope it helps, and I do hope it puts money in the hands that can solve the mystery for us. Our kids need it. We need a cure.
I feel like we all know someone who has fought cancer at this point. I really thought by the time I got to be this age, there would be a vaccine. I’m actually stunned we haven’t found it yet: the cure to cancer.
I wish we had. There are so many dear, sweet faces that are missed because this puzzle has not been solved. I’m not smart enough to help with the science of it. I’m lucky if I figure out where my phone is while I’m talking to my mother on it.
It’s my hope that the funds generated from Late Night with Andres can help somehow. Seems too small, doesn’t it? I feel like if this were something we could battle with our fists, we would all stand shoulder to shoulder until we had it on the ropes.
Both my parents have been treated recently for cancer, and my in-laws lost their four year old son to the disease in 1974. Just recently a young mom we know lost her battle with breast cancer, leaving behind two toddlers. It’s too much. Too many.
And I know if you’re reading this, you’ve got someone in your heart you’re concerned for. Your kids? Your friends? If you can’t provide the science to fix this, all we can do is support those that can.
I have a reader—and she knows who she is—who is undergoing chemotherapy now. Her smile is amazing. So full, so ready to fight and laugh.
You feel helpless, right? It’s hard when all you can do is pray, all you can do is make a meal and drop it off for the family. I feel like we should all be making noise or pointing and stomping until cancer is history—just one of the vaccines that become routine for babies, just an initial on the paperwork.
I’ve got this story, this silly, slightly scary story, and it’s probably not even the right one to offer as help. I mean, it has a character named Fart. Who does that?
But I do hope it helps, and I do hope it puts money in the hands that can solve the mystery for us. Our kids need it. We need a cure.
Thank you, Debra, for a lovely post!
Rising-star blogger
Milla Kierce knows she's arrived when she sees the swag basket in her
dressing room on the night of her late-night television debut. But
before she can bite into the muffin that symbolizes her success, gunfire
echoes through the TV studio. She's just hidden herself (mostly in
plain sight) when the door flings open. Instead of a gunman, there
stands one of the world's most popular rock stars, Gage Daxson, looking
for his own way out of danger.
Thrown together, they'll battle a venomous man seeking revenge and his own sexual pleasure, but they may never leave the building again. Distracted by fear, fame, and infamy, can these two somehow find their way to each other?
Equal parts horrifying and hilarious, Debra Anastasia's Late Night With Andres offers more than a few twists and turns—and, of course, enough heat to keep things interesting.
Thrown together, they'll battle a venomous man seeking revenge and his own sexual pleasure, but they may never leave the building again. Distracted by fear, fame, and infamy, can these two somehow find their way to each other?
Equal parts horrifying and hilarious, Debra Anastasia's Late Night With Andres offers more than a few twists and turns—and, of course, enough heat to keep things interesting.
Release Date: October 29, 2013
Four Stars
Late Night with Andres is
purely an entertaining, laugh-out-loud novella! Milla Kierce is
thrilled to be a guest for the show Late Night with Andres, but
shortly after arriving gunfire breaks out through the studio. What
happens next includes a hostage situation involving Milla, rock star Gage
Daxson and the crazed gunman, appropriately nicknamed Devil's Fart,
who is several shades of disgusting. Then there is the ruthless show
host, Andres, who will do anything for high ratings. Oh boy!
I think the book summary
hits it in the nail describing Late Night with Andres as “horrifying
and hilarious”. It has a great blend of shock, foul language
(beep-beep-beep-beeeeeep!) nail-biting suspense and sweet romance
that is perfect for this couple. I had to keep reading to see how
things ended up for Milla and Gage.
If you're a fan of Debra Anastasia and follow her on social media, you will likely recognize the type of humor in this story. Seriously, find a comfy place to read and go into this with an open mind and be ready to shake your head, laugh and have the urge to tweet something with the hashtag: #WTFTheDevilsFart.
If you're a fan of Debra Anastasia and follow her on social media, you will likely recognize the type of humor in this story. Seriously, find a comfy place to read and go into this with an open mind and be ready to shake your head, laugh and have the urge to tweet something with the hashtag: #WTFTheDevilsFart.
Ms. Anastasia also has a
huge, gigantic heart since 100% of the proceeds from this novella
will be donated to help fight breast cancer. Cancer truly sucks!
Memorable quotes (these
are the clean ones, LOL!):
“And then he was all
over her. His hands, his lips. He pushed her against the wall and
became her boyfriend and semi-gynecologist with a few masterful
moves.”
“Dude, this is like the
third time we've wrestled a man with no pants. What's up with that?”
“The Devil's Fart
started screaming through his nose. He sounded like a human sized tea
kettle. Like Mrs. Potts on her period.”
*A complimentary copy
was provided in exchange for an honest review.*
Book Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads
~ About the Author ~
Debra
Anastasia grew up in New York and got a bachelor's degree in political
science at SUNY New Paltz. At the start of her marriage, she moved to
southern Maryland with her husband. She still doesn't trust crabs and
all their legs, though everyone else in her family thinks they're
delicious. Her favorite hobbies include knitting, painting furniture and
wall murals, and slapping clowns.
Her
writing started a decent handful of years ago when along with the dogs,
cat, kids, and husband, the voices of characters started whispering
stories in Debra's ear. Insomnia was the gateway for the plots that
wouldn't give up, wouldn't let go. In the shower, a twist would take
hold and--dripping and frenzied--she'd find somewhere, anywhere to write
it down.
~ Debra's Giveaway of Awesome!!! ~
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