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Coming Soon: My Debut Novel!

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You can’t even begin to imagine how thrilled and excited I am to announce my upcoming debut novel Sifting Through Mud. This has been a long time coming and the time has finally arrived. Oh yeah!!!!!!!!  Woo hoo!!!!!!!!

Below are all the details.

 

Title: Sifting Through Mud

Author: Demetria Foster Gray

Genre: Contemporary Fiction

Release Date: August 18, 2014

 

 

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Book Synopsis/Summary

The death of Nyla’s husband comes as a shock to everyone except Nyla. What’s shocking to Nyla is her inability to grieve his death like a typical loving wife should grieve. But Nyla isn’t a typical loving wife. She’s a woman in desperate need to breathe. The oxygen in her life has long gone, and the astonishing thing she feels from her husband’s death is relief, not grief.

Even more astonishing is the rare and unexpected friendship which develops between Nyla and her dead husband’s mistress. However, Nyla isn’t aware her new best friend is a former mistress. And as their friendship deepens into an unshakable bond, Nyla is forced to face secrets her husband took with him to his grave. This means she has to sift through mud to unravel the truth. A truth that’s better off dead.

Yet through it all, the one thing which makes Nyla violently breathless, is the exact same thing that causes her to finally breathe.

 

 Sifting Through Mud…COMING SOON…Tell your friends!

Contemporary Fiction

Available August 18, 2014

You Got The Look

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I decided to participate in an open call from Julie Luek’s blog where you show an excerpt of your Work In Progress (WIP). I thought this would be a perfect lead in for the blog post I’m doing tomorrow (12/5) called “The Next Big Thing.” More on that tomorrow. For now, let’s highlight “U Got The Look.”

Here’s how it works.

  1. Do a search in your current WIP for the word “look” or any form of the word.
  2. Copy and post the paragraphs surrounding the word “look.”

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WIP Title:  A Little Bruised

Excerpt:

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         I have no idea where I’m going. All I feel is the overwhelming burden of where I’ve been. The toll and heaviness of an undesired life. So for now, a hotel will have to do. One where no one can find me, and has big, fluffy pillows to hold my tears and muffle my screams. Tomorrow, when Nathan’s at work, I’ll go back for a few personal things. All I have now are the clothes on my back—clothes which are hanging wearily from my marriage-torn body.

         The truth of the matter is, I’m a murderer. I’ve killed the one person who could’ve saved me—myself. I’ve traveled down this lifeless road for far too long, and now I’m stuck in blandness. I miss the flavor of life. The pleasure and joy of actually feeling feelings, instead of faking feelings. Faking joy, faking happiness. I’m living life without the spice of life and it’s taking its toll.

         Nathan will be calling me when it becomes the middle of the night and I haven’t returned home. He’ll wonder where I am with a slight bit of concern. Or perhaps he’ll sleep like a corpse through the night and never give my absence a second thought. Either way, I’ve turned off my cell phone. His concern or lack of concern is no longer an issue for me.

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Thanks, Julie, for opening this meme up to all interested parties. It’s the perfect way to give readers a brief excerpt of my WIP in preparation for tomorrow’s blog topic.

Also to my regular blog readers, I realize you’re getting three, yes THREE blog posts in one week. And, no, I’m not on crack. Things will be back to normal next week.