Final Excerpt from Sunrise Over Savannah by Scotty Cade

February 18, 2014



Okay, Guess who???

I’m here with the last excerpt and question. Good luck everyone. Remember, don’t posts your answers any earlier then two o’clock, EST. I’ll see you at the cocktail hour with a drink and three winners in hand. For you not familiar with cocktail hour, that’s 5pm EST. This so exciting!!!!


Hank was standing over the stove with a wooden spoon in each hand as the sound of Norah Jones wafted through the house. He was swaying and humming along to Norah’s sultry version of the “Tennessee Waltz” while stirring a pot of yellow cheese grits with one spoon and a sauté pan of jumbo shrimp and Andouille sausage with the other. A thought suddenly hit him, and he turned his head to one side, deciding what to do about it.

He lowered the flame on both burners, picked up his cell phone, and opened his contacts, choosing the contact he’d programmed earlier that day for Garner. While the call connected and started to ring, Hank found himself swaying again to Norah’s soulful sounds.

He stopped when he heard Garner’s voice. “Hey, Hank.” Garner had obviously checked the caller ID before he answered.

“Hey, man, how’s it going?”

“Pretty good. Thompson and I just finished checking in the last arrival, and I’m about to head down to the boat to unwind for a second and then shower.”

Hank felt a wave of panic and looked down at his watch. Six forty-nine. He went over his mental checklist. He still had to finish dinner, set the table, shower, and pick up Garner, and he had just over an hour in which to do it all.


“Yeah, I’m here. Boy, do I need to get a move on, though. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t allergic to shellfish or see if there was anything else I should know about your diet.”

“Nope. No food allergies that I’m aware of.”

“Okay, good. Gotta go! See you at eight.”

“Okay,” Garner said with a chuckle.

Hank ended the call and went back to the stove. He dipped his spoon into the simmering grits and brought the cheesy mixture to his mouth. “Ummmm, perfect. One down.”

He turned off the burner, covered the pot, and turned his attention to the shrimp and sausage mixture.

As he pushed the shrimp and sausage around in the pan, listening to Norah sing “I Think It’s Going to Rain Today,” he thought about Thompson for some reason. Garner mentioning his name on the phone triggered a couple of memories that had stuck with him all day and he wasn’t sure why. For starters, he’d stopped by the marina midmorning with some bagels for Garner and Thompson. When he’d found the office empty, he’d approached the large window and found them coming up the dock, Thompson’s arm slung over Garner’s shoulder and both of them laughing hysterically. The scene had struck him as odd because ever since Caroline’s death, Thompson had been very reserved and mostly closed off. In fact, Hank hadn’t seen him crack more than a smile for as long as he could remember. But then they’d stopped laughing suddenly, and it looked as though the mood or conversation had taken on a more serious tone. They had continued up the dock looking like each of them had more to say, and, not wanting to get in the middle of anything, Hank had slipped out unnoticed.

Then when he’d come back to the marina on that call, it looked like they were into something heavy again, so not wanting to interrupt this time either, he’d said hello, but chose not to stop and headed right for his boat. But as he was on the water leaving the marina, he saw Thompson throw his arms around Garner, saw Garner make some move to get free, then Thompson’s arm was around Garner’s neck, and they were walking up the dock laughing again. I wonder what is going on with those two? Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Holy shit! Am I jealous?

Hank realized that he really liked spending time with Garner. He didn’t know where it was headed, but he liked him enough to go along for the ride. He hadn’t felt any type of connection to anyone in such a long time, and he was damned excited about it. Garner was smart, good-looking, sexy as hell, and had a wicked sense of humor. All the traits he liked in a man. Some of the excitement waned a bit with his next thought. Six weeks, Hank! He’s only here for six weeks. Be careful and don’t go getting your heart broken.

The sizzling sound of the food brought him back to reality, and he decided to push the thoughts to the back of his mind for now. Besides, he could ask Garner what was going on between him and Thompson tonight.

Hank tasted one of the shrimp. “Just about done,” he said under his breath. “I think I’ll let them marinate for a while and finish them off right before I serve them.”

He turned off the gas burner, moved about the kitchen getting dishes, silverware, and placemats together, and headed for the dining room. “That Yankee isn’t going to think twice about Thompson Gray when he gets a taste of my famous Southern Shrimp & Grits. A way to a man’s heart through his stomach and all that.”

When the table was set, he stood back and admired his work. He glanced at his watch again. Forty minutes to go. Not bad, Hank. Not bad at all.


Garner was standing outside the marina entrance when he saw the white F150 round the corner. He waved as the truck pulled up and stopped. The power window came down and the driver leaned out. “Hellooo, sailor! Looking for a ride?”

“If you’re going my way,” Garner retorted.

Hank grinned and winked. “Oh yeah, I go your way.”

Hank put the truck in park, hopped out, and stole a quick kiss on Garner’s cheek.

“Thanks,” Garner said. “You look great, by the way.”

Hank was wearing a nicely pressed blue chambray shirt over a bright-orange T-shirt, khakis, and brown driving shoes.

“Thanks. You too.”

Garner felt underdressed in his amber-colored V-neck T-shirt, blue jeans, and blue-and-gold Nikes. He ran his hands down the front of his shirt. “This old thing?”

Hank laughed and opened the door. “Yes, that old thing. I like the way it brings out the blond in your hair. Now get in there, silly.”

Garner watched Hank run back around, jump in, and buckle his seatbelt. He moved with a confident grace and Garner liked it.

As the truck sped up, Hank leaned over and patted Garner’s thigh. “How was the rest of your day? When I came back from my call, Thompson said you were out.”

“Yeah, he asked me to run a marina guest up to West Marine to pick up a replacement bilge pump.”

“God, I love that store,” Hank said. “If I ever sold my business, I would really like to work there. The only problem I can foresee is I’d buy so much shit, I’d owe them money at the end of every pay period.”

Garner nodded in agreement. “Me too. I’m afraid I’d be right there with you.”

The short ride back to Hank’s place was filled with the usual back-and-forth banter they’d become accustomed to in the short time they’d known one another.

In less than ten minutes, Hank pulled into the driveway of a beige bungalow-style home boasting a white wraparound porch with a swing, white wicker furniture, and green-and-white striped upholstery. Dark-green shutters and a pale-yellow door finished off the exterior. Garner thought it looked like something out of a magazine. The landscaping was perfectly manicured and the outdoor lighting was spot on. There was soft lamplight coming from all the windows, and the entire place looked warm and inviting.

“This is absolutely charming,” Garner said, taking it all in.

Hank put the truck in park, rested both hands on the steering wheel, and stared at his house as if he was seeing it for the first time himself. “Thanks, I’ve owned it for about a year and just finished renovating the entire thing.”

Garner opened his door. “Come on, I can’t wait to see the inside.”

Hank hopped out of the truck, apparently as eager to show off his place as Garner was to see it. They walked into a spacious foyer with at least twelve-foot ceilings. There was a round leather-inlaid drum table in the center with a bouquet of fresh flowers and a secretary with a Chippendale chair against the back wall. A powder room was recessed in the back right corner. Garner turned to the left and saw a formal dining room, complete with romantic table set for two. He stepped into the room, admiring one thing to the next. He stopped when he saw a large antique cupboard in the far corner loaded with some type of porcelain. “Everything is lovely, but this piece is spectacular.”

“Thanks. It was my grandmommy Ellen’s, right down to the very last piece of porcelain inside of it. It’s one of my two prized possessions.”

“And the other?” Garner asked.

Hank’s very being seemed to be filling with pride as he took Garner by the hand and led him across the foyer to the formal living room.

“And this is the formal living room,” he said with the wave of his hand.

Garner followed in awe, certain his mouth was hanging open from the sheer beauty surrounding him. There was a royal-blue tone-on-tone striped camelback couch sitting in the center of the room with two tapestry-upholstered Martha Washington chairs flanking a large fireplace. End tables and other accent pieces effortlessly placed here and there donned the room and created a comfortable but elegant feel. There was a hall at the far right, which Garner assumed led to the bedrooms, and closed double french doors across the back wall. But before he could ask where they led, he spotted a triple mahogany chest of drawers with shiny brass pulls against the back wall. “That’s got to be the other piece.”

“Bingo,” Hank said. “You have a great eye.”

He ran his fingers across the top of the long chest, admiring it. “I don’t know about that, but it’s hard to miss this example of fine craftsmans—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Hank’s lips were covering his. It was a long, deep, and slow kiss. Hank’s tongue explored every crevice of his mouth, and when it ended, it left Garner breathless and wanting more.

Hank brushed the side of Garner’s face with the back of his hand. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you early this morning.”

Garner smiled at the compliment. Then something didn’t sit right with that statement. He thought for a second. This morning? I didn’t see him until this afternoon. “You mean this afternoon?” Garner corrected.

“Nope. This morning,” Hank restated with a nonchalant tone.

Suddenly, memories of an earlier time back in New York when he’d had an overzealous admirer that had turned into amateur stalking flooded Garner’s memory. Stop it, Garner. He doesn’t appear to be the stalker type. And besides, if he were really stalking you, would he tell you about it? He pushed those ridiculous thoughts out of his mind, but he must have still had a concerned look on his face that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain over dinner,” Hank volunteered.

Garner opened his mouth to protest, but Hank held up a finger. “It’s really nothing. I promise.”


Question: What color was the camelback couch in Hank’s living room?

Second Excerpt of Sunrise Over Savannah by Scotty Cade

February 18, 2014


Sunrise Over Savannah


Good Morning Again,

Scotty Cade here again with your second excerpt and question. Remember, you have to answer questions correctly from all three excerpts to be eligible to win.



Doctor Garner Holt stepped through the companionway of his fifty-five foot sailboat, AquaTherapy, carrying a hot cup of coffee and a plate containing a stale cinnamon bagel and what little cream cheese he could scrape out of the container. “Guess it’s time for a grocery stop,” he said to himself as he examined his breakfast. He balanced the plate and cup, trying not to spill either as he made his way onto the bow and took a seat. There was a gentle breeze blowing out of the east and the sun was now peeking just above the horizon. He looked up out of habit to check his rigging and was amazed how the impending sun was causing the lingering dew to glisten like little diamonds. He caught movement to his left and saw a very regal blue heron perched on an old log along the bank with its long beak hovering just above the water, waiting for breakfast to swim by.

His gaze was interrupted when he heard a splash and turned to see a pelican floating right off the starboard bow with its head tipped up and a lump wiggling as it went down its throat. “Damn, even the bird’s breakfast is fresher than mine,” Garner chuckled, taking a bite out of his bagel and chewing and chewing and chewing. After he swallowed, he inhaled the fresh air and sighed. Despite his breakfast, there was beauty in every direction, and he savored the simple moment. “I could never have seen this stuff from my office window at the hospital,” he mused.

For the last nine years before his early retirement, he’d been the head of psychiatrics for the Mount Sinai Medical Center. Back then he’d been a very career-driven man, working twelve to fourteen hours a day. In the beginning, the grueling schedule had been exhilarating, but over the years it had proven to be very detrimental to any sense of a personal life. His job had always come first, which didn’t leave much time for a healthy relationship, though in the beginning he’d tried to juggle both. One failed attempt after another had convinced him that he just wasn’t cut out for relationships, and eventually he stopped trying. Ultimately, the burnout he’d heard about started to descend on him, and the last two years had been a real struggle. One morning he looked in the mirror and realized he no longer recognized his own reflection. He had deep circles under his eyes. He was pale in color and looked much older than his thirty-six years. That morning, he’d decided enough was enough. In the weeks that followed, he’d resigned his position, sold his apartment and all of his belongings, and started to simplify his life. Growing up, he and his dad had been avid sailors. He’d always enjoyed the isolation and quiet pleasure it brought and had dreamed of sailing off into the sunset one day. The day he bought his shiny new Beneteau Oceanis was his “one day!” That had been almost six months ago, and as he made his way to points south, he’d not once regretted his decision to trade his hectic job for a life of exploration on the water.


Garner looked around again and mentally complimented himself. He’d made a great choice yesterday afternoon when he’d chosen to anchor in this very secluded cove just north of Savannah. He’d been on the water for a few months and recalled his journey, which had started in Manhattan. On his first day out, he’d followed the East River to Sandy Hook, New Jersey, spent a few days on the beaches of the Jersey shore, and then sailed the Atlantic Ocean to Cape May, where he entered Delaware Bay. From there, he’d made his way down to the Delaware River and through the manmade waterway connecting the Delaware River with the Chesapeake Bay called the C&D canal. He’d taken his time and enjoyed the many great anchorages along the Chesapeake, eventually ending up in Norfolk, Virginia, where he entered the Intracoastal Waterway, or the “Ditch,” as boat captains call it.

His plan would take him along this well-traveled waterway as far south as Biscayne Bay, where he would again venture out into the Atlantic Ocean and head for the Florida Keys. When he was tired of the Keys, he would head east to the Bahamas and eventually the Caribbean and the Virgin Islands.

Garner finished breakfast and rubbed his aching jaw. “I’ve got to get some groceries before my jaw gives out.”

He went down below, stowed his gear, secured the cabin, and headed topside again to raise the anchor and get his day started. He pressed and held the engine heater button for ten seconds, then pressed the starter. The Westerbeke diesel turned over several times, but it didn’t start. What the hell? She always starts immediately.

He gave it a few seconds and then tried again. Still nothing. “Damn,” he hissed. “This day is going downhill pretty fast.”

Garner glanced at the fuel gauge and mumbled to himself, “Half full.” He checked the other gauges. Engine temperature. “Good.” Oil pressure. “Good.” After verifying everything topside, he went down below and opened the engine compartment. He checked the oil and coolant, and both were well within the normal operating ranges on the dipsticks. Next he checked the fuel filter. It appeared to be clear. Lastly he inspected the water intake strainer to make sure it wasn’t clogged, and it was clear as well. He went topside again and gave it one more try. Nothing. The engine easily turned over so he knew it wasn’t the battery.

He put his hands on his hips and stared at the starter buttons, willing the damn things to work. It just doesn’t seem like the engine is getting any fuel.

“Fuck it,” he said as he went down below again and searched his boat files for his membership card. “That’s why I pay a yearly fee for a towing service.”

He unclipped his cell from his belt and dialed the number, requesting a tow to the nearest marina. He gave the guy his name, his boat’s name, and his GPS coordinates, then ended the call.

While he waited for the towboat, he checked his waterway guide and found the nearest marina was the Thundercloud Marina, about three miles north of his present location. He once again retrieved his cell phone and dialed the number from the waterway guide and waited. After several rings, someone answered.

“Thundercloud Marina, this is Thompson.”

“Good morning, Thompson, my name is Garner Holt. I’m anchored off the Intracoastal a few miles south of you, and I’m having some engine problems.”

“Sorry to hear that, Captain. How can I help?”

“I just requested a tow from BoatUS,” Garner shared. “The guy said he would be here in about an hour, and we’re approximately three miles south of you. Do you have a mechanic on site who can take a look?”

“Yes, sir, we do,” Thompson said. “What type engine?”

“A seventy-five horsepower Westerbeke diesel.”

“Got it,” Thompson said. “I’ll have someone standing by when you get here.”

“Thanks, man, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

“We’ll be waiting.”

Garner ended the call. Nice telephone voice.


Questions:  What horsepower and make was the engine on Garner’s sailboat?

First Excerpt of Sunrise Over Savannah by Scotty Cade

February 18, 2014



Hey Guys, It’s me Scotty Cade here again. Here’s your first excerpt and the question’s awaits you at the bottom of the page. I hope you enjoy! remember to hold all of you answers until 2pm EST. In the famous words of my very brave friend Eric Arvin, Let’s Go! Let’s Go! Let’s Go!


Thompson Gray stood at the end of the dock, both hands clutched tightly around his steaming cup of coffee in a feeble attempt to fend off the early morning November chill. The sun was just starting to peek above the barrier islands separating the Atlantic Ocean from the fast-moving tide of Savannah’s Intracoastal Waterway. Georgia’s glowing morning sky was filled with hues of red and orange, and the slightest hints of fuchsias and pinks seemingly arranged to announce the arrival of another beautiful fall day. But not for Thompson. “Four years,” he said to himself as he fought the tears stinging the backs of his eyes.

He gazed at the brilliant display and thought only of her. This peaceful ritual of coffee and sunrise was one he’d shared with his wife Caroline every morning after they’d bought the Thundercloud Marina just over six years ago. But this morning he stood alone, as he’d done daily for the last four years, to the day, since Caroline’s sudden death at the age of twenty-eight. He shivered against the chill and took another sip of his coffee, hoping the hot liquid might eventually warm his core, but knowing better. On this day, every year since her death, he couldn’t escape the icy chills and the impending sense of doom, the loneliness and anxiety, that filled his being.

He thought back to that dreadful day, as he’d done most mornings since her death. The brain aneurism that had taken Caroline from him had come out of the blue. She’d been perfectly healthy—or so they had thought—with no prior warning except a slight headache when she’d awakened that morning. As was always her way, she’d popped a couple of aspirin and never complained. She’d taken him by the hand and led him down the dock with the excitement of a child. It was her favorite time of day, but neither of them had realized this day was to be their last sunrise together. In a flash, life as he’d known it had changed forever.

They’d been assisting a captain as he docked his boat for the evening. She’d bent down to secure a line when Thompson heard a loud gasp. He’d looked up to see her grabbing her head with both hands and collapsing in the very spot where he was now standing. In his mind’s eye, he saw her unconscious body lying on the dock. He clearly remembered the fear and panic that had been in his voice as he desperately called her name. He saw himself scooping her limp body into his arms and felt the vibration of the dock under his feet as he ran, frantically yelling for someone to call 911.

By the time they’d arrived at the hospital, she was already dead. She’d never even regained consciousness.

Thompson tightened the grip on his coffee cup, fighting the memories of that wretched day. If the stabbing pain in his heart was any indication, he should be as dead as Caroline, but unfortunately, he’d been left alone to exist in his own nonexistence. He lost the fight against the impending tears and wondered briefly if he was crying for Caroline or for himself. With no clear answer, he allowed the tears to slide down his cheeks freely. He closed his eyes, and his legs started to tremble so badly he could no longer support his own weight. In an act of desperation, he dropped to his knees and slammed the coffee cup against the dock, causing it to shatter like the pieces of his broken heart.


Thompson and Caroline had grown up just two doors apart, played together with the other kids around them, and, starting from the age of thirteen, had spent their summer vacations sitting on the dock watching the boats come and go at the Thundercloud Marina. They’d make up stories about where they were coming from, where they were headed to, and who owned them. Sometimes when it was really busy, they would help the owner by collecting trash from the boats or delivering newspapers in the morning. As soon as they were old enough, Thompson and Caroline had worked as dockhands, and that’s when their love for the marina life really began.

As their friendship progressed, they’d become inseparable, and the two of them would get to work just before daybreak, have coffee together while the sun peeked over the horizon, and start their day by casting off travelers—snowbirds, as they were commonly called—making their way south for the winter and then eventually north again for the summer.

They’d gone to Savannah State University together, married right after graduation, and purchased the marina with the help of Thompson’s grandfather.

Until Caroline’s untimely death, it seemed like they had the perfect life and were living their dreams. Then in one instant, everything changed. The morning after her death, he walked out to the dock and watched the sunrise alone for the first time and vowed to continue their morning ritual as long as he lived. It was where he felt closest to his wife. It was all he had left of her.


After the moments of grief and anger had temporarily passed, Thompson got to his feet. He wiped away the tears with his fingertips, looked around, and prayed no one had seen his breakdown. He was grateful when he remembered that his only dockhand had quit two days ago and most of the many snowbirds that filled the marina had not yet awakened. He walked to the office to get a broom and dustpan and headed back down to clean up his mess. As he swept the remains of his coffee mug, the mundane chore helped to calm him and he began to regain his composure. His mind again drifted back to that time. During her funeral, so many people had given him words of encouragement. “Time will heal your open wounds,” they’d all said. But the last four years hadn’t healed anything. His guilt about being the one still alive had done an excellent job of keeping him frozen in time. Today, he still felt as devastated as the day he’d lost her. Tears threatened to fall again as the emotions and harsh memories all came flooding back.

During the first year after she’d died, he’d turned his back on everyone. Friends tried to stay connected, but he didn’t want their sympathy. He just wanted to be left alone. Everyone had meant well, but he just couldn’t bear the “everything will be okay” speech day after day. It would never be okay. Time would not heal him. Nothing could heal him. Eventually, everyone had given up on him. He didn’t blame them. He was sure he’d have done the same thing if the situation had been reversed.

The one person who hadn’t given up on him had been his longtime best friend, Prince. His real name was Henry Charming. His family called him Hank, but ever since high school, because of his striking good looks and his last name, most of their friends had called him Prince Charming. They’d been best friends from childhood. More than best friends, actually. But things began to change when Thompson suddenly brought Caroline into the mix. Prince had slowly pulled away from him, but after Caroline died, he’d come back into Thompson’s life and tried to rescue him. He’d had spent the better part of two years trying to bring Thompson back from the darkness that had encompassed him. But a person can only do so much, and it had all come to a head early one morning.

Thompson remembered the day as if it were yesterday. Prince had been trying to convince him that this morning ritual was not helping him and that he needed to give it up. In his usual way, Thompson had ignored him and proceeded down the dock with Prince on his heels. By the time they’d reached the end of the dock, it had been obvious to Thompson that Prince’s patience had finally run out. At the top of his lungs, arms flailing, he’d again tried to convince Thompson he needed to let go of the past and try to start living his life. Prince had finally broken down in sobs when he’d told Thompson that although Caroline was dead, he was still alive and he was doing her memory an injustice by not living his life to the fullest.

Prince’s words weren’t anything Thompson hadn’t already known, but it was a harsh brush with reality to hear them out loud. He’d flinched internally but had kept his expression blank and had given no response. Eventually, Prince had dropped his head, turned, and walked away for what Thompson had instinctively known was the last time. On one level, he’d known Prince was his only lifeline, but on the other, he was grateful Prince had finally given up on him too. After all, he’d given up on himself.


QUESTION:  What was Henry Charming’s nickname and why?

Win a copy of Sunrise Over Savannah by Scotty Cade

February 18, 2014

Good Morning,

Sunrise Over Savannah

My name is Scotty Cade and I’m looking so forward to chatting with you today. I’d like to introduce you to my latest novel, “Sunrise Over Savannah,” which released yesterday over at Dreamspinner Press. Here’s a link if you want to take a quick look.

This book is very near and dear to my heart and was inspired by a real life person named Thompson and an event that happened at a marina where Thompson worked in Savannah GA. Here’s the Reader’s Digest version:

On one of our many October trips down south on our boat, my husband and I, traveling with our best friends stopped in Savannah GA for an overnight stay. The deck hand who greeted and docked us was one of those young, gorgeous, friendly, and charismatic guys you stumble onto every once in a while. He had shoulder length blonde hair, emerald green eyes and a smile that might, if bottled up, finally achieve world peace. Although we had just met him, we were all instantly drawn to him and knew he was the type that you and everyone else wanted to hang out with. He was just that amazing. As I mentioned, his name was Thompson and the best thing about him was that he seemed oblivious to his charm and good looks or the affect he had on the people around him. Now imagine four homosexuals on a boat, Kell and I in our mid fifties and our friends in their mid seventies all making conversation and batting our eyelashes at this kid. He didn’t blink an eye, just smiled and chatted us up for over an hour. I knew immediately that I wanted to write a book about him, the only issue was the plot line.

Much to my surprise, it didn’t take very long for that to present itself either. The next morning just before sunrise. I was awake early, as we were leaving at first light for our next day on the water, and I always checked my charts and the weather, you know, all the nervous nell stuff boat captains do. So I was on the fly bridge of our boat listening to the marine weather loop sipping my coffee and saw a man standing on the edge of the dock holding his own cup of coffee watching the sun peak over the horizon. For most of the time, all I could see was his back and even with my limited view, I recognized his well, defeated stance . His shoulders were slumped and his head was tilted to one side. It wasn’t until he turned and made his way past our boat that I really saw the solum and forlorn expression he was wearing. The sight took my breath away and haunted me for a long timer. The whole thing left me feeling empty and yearning for answers. I asked around a little, not wanting to pry and no one knew the guy or had even seen him, so I never got the answers I sought. But the image of him on that dock watching the sunrise??? It stayed with me and still today, it is as clear as if it happened yesterday. And for anyone who knows me, if something like this stays with me, it will surely end up a novel or at the very least, in a novel of mine. Weighing heavy on my mind, the story unfolded rather quickly, practically wrote itself and I’m very proud of it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Much to my dismay, when we stopped at the same marina on our latest trip, he was no longer working there, apparently chasing an acting career. Go Thompson! See you in Hollywood!

So with all that said, today I will be giving away three copies of Sunrise Over Savannah eBooks and here’s how I’m gonna do it. Over the course of the morning, I will post three excerpts from the story. At the end of each excerpt, I will ask a question related to that particular excerpt. Starting at two o’clock this afternoon, you can posts your answers and everyone who answers all three questions correctly will be entered in the drawing. At five o’clock I will posts the correct answers and announce the winners.

You’ll need to check in multiple times because you have to get all three answers correct to be entered into the drawing.

Good Luck!


New Releases: February 17th, 2014

February 17, 2014

The Final Battle by Maria Albert


Descent of Kings 4: Destinies and lives of men and others become inescapably intertwined in a world falling into war.

Descent of Kings: Book Four


“But I am just a Man! You all want so much of me! …I am not a wizard. I am not even one of you. I have no magic. There is no fire in my eyes.”

—Rion of Ardock


Rion wields a power of heart that touches all he meets. The wizard Circe once called him a lynchpin, a keystone of the world. When Rion is viciously attacked and maimed in Gosa, he believes Circe’s family is retaliating for his betrayal of them to Crown Prince Elavar. Learning the horrific truth brings him to the brink of madness.


Rion’s friends take him to the River Elves of Salenia for aid, but the Elves send them onward, to King Talon. The company’s perilous journey to the Watchtower is fraught with danger and filled with tragedy and triumph, but their trials have just begun.


King Talon’s army has been decimated by the Enemy’s relentless attacks. After staggering losses, they are outnumbered ten to one and teeter on the brink of defeat—yet somehow their dwindling forces must overcome a being with the Power of a God.


Length: Novel (450p.) | Genre: High Fantasy | Release Date: February 17, 2014

Buy as eBook ($6.99 ISBN: 978-1-62798-243-6) | Buy as Paperback ($17.99 ISBN: 978-1-62798-244-3)





The Wind-up Forest by L.J. LaBarthe


Gabriel wants a quiet period to enjoy his relationship with Michael, but dangers arise when the Holy Grail is stolen.

Sequel to No Shadows Fall; Archangel Chronicles: Book Four


Archangel Gabriel is hoping for a quiet period in his life to enjoy his relationship with Archangel Michael, but someone has other ideas.


New dangers arise when the Holy Grail is stolen. Gabriel, Michael, and the rest of the Brotherhood of Archangels and their allies must somehow thwart the twisted desires of the thief.


Their search for the Grail takes them all over the world, calling on old friends like Uriel and Raziel, and forging powerful new alliances. Though they face a fresh set of perils in pursuit of the thief, the enduring comfort Gabriel needs so much, that of his beloved Michael, never abandons him.


Length: Novel (240p.) | Genre:  Paranormal, Angels and Demons | Release Date: February 17, 2014

Buy as eBook ($6.99 ISBN: 978-1-62798-395-2) | Buy as Paperback ($14.99 ISBN: 978-1-62798-396-9)





Sunrise Over Savannah by Scotty Cade


Hank has loved Thompson, a widower, for years. Garner, a retired psychiatrist, helps the two to find what’s been right in front of them.

Thompson and Caroline Gray were living their dream until Caroline’s untimely death just two years after they’d bought the Thundercloud Marina. When Caroline died, she left Thompson alone and emotionally disconnected—until Thompson’s longtime friend and towboat owner Hank Charming tows Garner Holt, a recently retired psychiatrist, and his boat into the marina for repair. Thompson and Hank are both drawn to the sailboat captain, but for very different reasons.


Since high school, Hank has secretly carried a torch for Thompson, even though Thompson remained committed to Caroline, even after her death. Hank is totally caught off guard when his initial attraction to Garner makes him realize this stranger might be the one to help him move on with his life. Thompson establishes a platonic friendship with Garner and starts to see the psychiatrist as his only lifeline to sanity. Life improves until Thompson sees Hank and Garner together, and old feelings Thompson thought were long buried begin to resurface. Garner quickly identifies the unresolved feelings between Hank and Thompson and decides to tap his professional skills and work behind the scenes to help Thompson and Hank see what has been right in front of them all along.


Length: Novel (204p.) | Genre:  Contemporary | Release Date: February 17, 2014

Buy as eBook ($6.99 ISBN: 978-1-62798-653-3) | Buy as Paperback ($14.99 ISBN: 978-1-62798-652-6)

Congratulations Trix!

February 15, 2014

I drew out a name from the hat and Trix was the lucky one! :D Congratulations!

I will have DSP staff add my book in your shelf. Hope you like it as much as you have expected :D

Others – You get another chance on the 15th! Because I will be on DSP’s FB page for an hour to do a live chat there. And there will be a giveaway included :D Be there between 12-2 hours EST (9-11 hours PST) and find Cardeno C. having a chat in the first hour and I will be in the next… Hope you decide to stop by.


Here’s the event link –


With this post, I bid adieu! It was fun chatting with you guys :D

What Reviewers Say -

February 14, 2014

Holding on to Hope has got some great reviews from bloggers and review sites so far. It’s highly flattering and I wanted to share it with the entire world!

So here I go shamelessly bragging about them :P

[...] Sid Love has created a world with characters and supernatural elements that makes you like them immediately. [...]

- Author Leighton Rose [5 STARS]

[...] I really enjoyed this book. For a short story, Sid Love has managed to create a great little world with Vampires that can reproduce, not merely sire by turning a human through a bite [...]

- Live Your Life Buy The Books [4 STARS]

[...] I was quickly enthralled by this story. I was happily shocked as the story developed, and by the secret of who Brad’s lover was. [...]

- The Novel Approach [4 STARS]

[T]here is tenderness, romance, love, loyalty and a reported sexual act but nothing explicit…[...]

- Prism Book Alliance [4 STARS]

[...] It has a great first-page hook, which then develops into something completely different around the haf-way mark, to go on to the resolution, tying everything up in a beautiful little bow. I was quite impressed. [...]

- Anna Lund [3.5 STARS]

So, are you ready to give it a try? ;)

Hope you enjoy as well, if you do!!

Holding on to HopeDescription:

Bradley Parker has waited twenty years for Mr. Right, and on Valentine’s Day, he finally finds him. It’s love at first sight, and Brad even loses his virginity to the man of his dreams. But when he wakes up the next morning unable to remember anything—even what the man looked like—his best friend, Leslie, is convinced he imagined the whole thing. Brad knows he didn’t make up the best night of his life, but he has no idea of the danger he’s putting himself in as he struggles to recall the details of his perfect man. His search may lead him to parts of New York City he never dreamed existed and a war being waged in the shadows.

Buy Links:

Dreamspinner Press



Meet Bradley Parker

February 14, 2014

(This post was originally posted on Sue Brown‘s website)

Bradley Parker – The boy who forgot

The first ever date Brad went to was with a guy named Aaron Mackenzie and it was way back in high school. Aaron was in his Biology class and he always sat at the back, quiet and shy, aloof from most of their classmates. But while the class went on, Brad always felt those gray eyes fixated on him.

One day, though, a big change occurred. That day Aaron entered the class, scanned the seats and approached the spot where Brad was. “Is this seat taken?” He asked, sounding out of breath. Brad wasn’t the shortest one in the class but Aaron looked like a giant in front of him. That and his dashing looks always left him intimidated. So, when Aaron asked him that question, all he could do was swallow down his growing nervousness and shake his head – he may have done it a bit too vigorously but who could blame the guy after all?

During the class, a note fell on his side of the desk and he still remembered what the scribbled words said – ‘If you are free this Friday Night, I would like to take you out to dinner. Please say yes, or I might just die!’

He did say yes and they didn’t just spent that Friday night with each other but the whole weekend. It was 11th November, 2006 and they went to dine at a fancy restaurant called “The Nomad”. Aaron belonged to a well to-do family so he paid the bill and they went to his place after. Nothing happened between them that night, though, not more than a kiss. And it never did. Brad never felt that connection with Aaron even when things seemed to be perfect! Aaron was such a gentleman but Brad kept seeing the flaws in him more than the pros of being with him…

So the excitement of first dating experience was sure to fade out.

What didn’t fade out though were the memories. They remained with Brad even after six years. He remembered everything, including the argument he had that night with his best friend Leslie on what to wear.

Then why was it that he couldn’t remember the most beautiful night of his life? The night when he met the man of his dreams, the one who made him go weak in the knees, the man who managed to break through his shell without even trying, the sex-God who took his virginity that night. Finding him on the Valentine’s Day was a true blessing for Brad.

But forgetting him the next day was a curse!

Find out what exactly happened in Bradley Parker’s life in Holding on to Hope.

Exclusive Excerpt of Holding on to Hope

February 14, 2014

I am sending my hunky waiters around to serve you all some drinks ;) Please enjoy while I share an excerpt from my book – Holding on to Hope.



Holding on to HopeLeslie felt eyes on her, and she looked across their table. A pair of freakishly blue eyes stared in their direction. They belonged to a man, a bit older in age—probably in his fifties, she guessed—with long gray hair. His face was round and wrinkled, making him look very ugly. He wore a black trench coat over a white shirt and a striped tie. Leslie noticed the big rings on his finger and deduced that he must be some wealthy man. However, his stare was making him appear scary.

When he realized he was caught in the act, his lips curved into a cold smile.

She quickly looked away and tried to concentrate on what her boyfriend was saying. However, Leslie kept getting the weirdest feeling that nothing around her was safe anymore. The worrisome thoughts kept her occupied. An unmistakable panic was slowly settling in.

All because of an old man who was probably innocently looking at the college kids as they sat right across from him and reminiscing about his past!

Leslie shivered. “Guys,” her voice wavered. “I’ll be right back.”

Thankfully, none of the boys noticed the change in her tone, and she quickly made her way to the ladies room. Once she was in, the first thing she did was empty her bladder.

Somehow, the old man had freaked her out so much that she felt the need to pee. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was exactly that triggered such emotions in her. This had never happened to her before.

She splashed some cold water on her face, fixed her makeup once again, and exhaled, feeling a lot better than before. Hoping that the old man was gone, she slowly stepped out.

Her heart felt lighter when she saw his seat was empty, and the smile then came easy to her. At that moment, she even wanted to laugh at herself for having a stupid panic attack.

After all, he was a harmless old man.

She found her boyfriend standing by the counter, buying another coffee for himself. She walked over to him. “I thought you promised me that you’d cut down on your caffeine consumption for a day.” Leslie narrowed her eyes. He looked at her like a deer caught in the headlights and smiled very cutely.

“I told you too much coffee isn’t good for my Patty-pie’s health.”

“I promise this is the last one,” he said and leaned down to kiss her. He obviously wasn’t going to keep his promise. But she let it slip. Pushing the matter wasn’t going to help. Leslie believed that Patrick needed to decide to stop on his own.

However, she couldn’t help but worry too.

When he broke the kiss, she shook her head, giggling slightly, and looked in the direction of their booth. “Where’s Brad?”

Patrick turned to look. “I don’t know. He was sitting right there before you came back out.” They trailed back in the direction of their booth. “Maybe he went to the restroom.”

“Couldn’t have happened.” Leslie shook her head. “Or else I would have seen him when I came out.”

“I don’t understand.” Patrick gazed at her. “He was right here a minute ago, talking to the old dude, and I went to get….”

“Old dude?” Leslie’s heart skipped a beat. “Who?”

“I don’t know who he was, but I guess he was sitting in this booth.” He pointed to the space where the scary old man had once been. “He came over to Brad and was like, ‘Can I talk to you in private?’ So I just left the booth for them to talk.”

“Pat!” Her blood was running cold by then. “How could you leave him alone with a stranger?”

“Baby, overreact much?” Patrick looked around, and Leslie realized that everyone was looking in their direction. “Brad is not a little child.”

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Ian’s voice interrupted them, and Pat tightened his jaw.

Leslie tried to calm herself down before replying. “Brad is… I don’t know… he went somewhere. It’s probably nothing, but Pat says he was talking to this old man before and….”

“Shit, no!” Ian yelled. “Old man? What did he look like?”

There was panic in his eyes, and his voice and fright suddenly found a home in Leslie’s system. “Freakishly blue eyes, wrinkled face, Rings on his fingers.”

“Long gray hair?” Ian asked anxiously.

“Yes!” Leslie was certain something pretty awful had happened to Brad, and she couldn’t stop cursing herself for lack of better judgment. “Ian, do you know something?”

His lip quivered. “I do.” He stepped closer and looked between the two of them. “Brad is in big trouble right now, and there’s only one person who can get him out of it.”

Release Party: Holding on to Hope by Sid Love

February 14, 2014


I am Sid Love – the author of newly released DSP Book titled – “Holding on to Hope” and today I am here to celebrate this special moment of my life. After all, my dream of becoming a published author has finally come true!

What am I planning on doing here?

To spend some time with you guys and have a blast!

Let’s start, why don’t we have some music on, eh? Here’s my pick of song – “Applause” by Lady Gaga! I have bribed the DJ and he will be taking requests from all of you, so don’t be shy and let us know what song you think would set the party mood. :D

And since, it’s Valentine’s Day, it definitely calls for a double celebration. I love this day so much because I believe in it strongly :D So does my main character Bradley Parker and that belief strengthens when he meets his Mr. Right on the Valentine’s Day -

Holding on to HopeDescription:

Bradley Parker has waited twenty years for Mr. Right, and on Valentine’s Day, he finally finds him. It’s love at first sight, and Brad even loses his virginity to the man of his dreams. But when he wakes up the next morning unable to remember anything—even what the man looked like—his best friend, Leslie, is convinced he imagined the whole thing. Brad knows he didn’t make up the best night of his life, but he has no idea of the danger he’s putting himself in as he struggles to recall the details of his perfect man. His search may lead him to parts of New York City he never dreamed existed and a war being waged in the shadows.

Buy Links:

Dreamspinner Press





If you wish to ask me anything about me or the book or anything in general, please feel free to post your question in the comments below. I will try and make sure that it is answered.

Also, I will be giving away an e-copy of my book. Every commenter to my posts gets entered into the contest automatically so don’t forget to leave a comment!