Who is Jaid Black?

          My name is Ditter Kellen...and I'm an Ellora's Cave author. Most of you know me as Ditterthegreat or According to Ditter in my groups. I have been promoting and reviewing books for quite some time, so it was no surprise to run across Jaid Black on Twitter or Facebook. I've tweeted her, laughed with her and had conversations with her...never knowing who she really was.
         Ellora's Cave was a dream come true for me. It's common knowledge among the authors I mingle with, EC is top of the line and desired by many. To be published by them is an honor and I'm proud to carry the name on my books. I've known for some time now that Jaid was the owner of Ellora's Cave. What I didn't know was how she'd built it from the ground up...with 200 dollars.
        Women like her are a rare breed and I'm in awe of the determination and strength it took for her to do what she did. This beautiful, brave lady, paved the way and built the foundation for me to do what I do.
        I was on the phone last night with a friend and fellow author, who told me the amazing story of how Ellora's Cave was born. Why had I never heard this before? I mean seriously, it's huge. We know who invented cars, who wrote Twilight, Starred in Lethal weapon, killed the president...hell, we even know who invented the toilet...but one woman creates the first e-book publishing house, making it possible for erotic romance to finally have a voice...and she's not recognized world wide?
       I'm sure a lot of you reading this are aware of how it happened, but I wasn't. She was the first...The original...The beginning of it all. I for one would like to say, thank you, Jaid Black...for having the guts to live your dream....And giving me the chance to live mine.
      I snagged this video off YouTube. Please watch it. It's a briefing of her story...It's interesting, informing and humorous. Kudos to her!


Enjoy~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VT5j5j7foI

My review of - His Right Hand- by Silence O'Shea

       

         When I started this book, I had no idea what I would encounter. Silence O'Shea is a brand new author, so I decided to give her a try. I must say I'm happy with my decision. I loved the quirk and realism of the characters. She brought the story to life with what I like to call, the author's POV. (Learned that phrase recently.) In case you're wondering, her personality gave the story flare. It was humorous and unpredictable. Definitely not the norm and I so appreciate that. I smiled, laughed out loud, cringed and cried. For a novella, she pulled out all the stops. I didn't feel cheated in plot or character development. I look forward to reading more of her work. Great job, Miss. O'Shea.

        Mike Jasper has it all. Money, good looks, humor and charm. As the CEO of a successful company, he takes his responsibilities serious and his play time, even more so. But something is missing in his life, which becomes obvious in his failed relationships. When the last one ends in disaster, he turns to his assistant for help...and gets more than he bargained for.

       Ellen has been Jasper's right hand for ten years. She's quick, intelligent, efficient and dependable. When he confides in her about his unusual situation, she does something he doesn't expect. After agreeing to help with his problem, the two of them embark on a journey, both incredible and outrageous, discovering themselves along the way.

      This was truly a pleasure to read. Very hot and sexy with a touch of humor. I highly recommend.
      Rate it 5stars.


 http://www.amazon.com/His-Right-Hand-ebook/dp/B00C0KVGVK/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1367114043&sr=1-3&keywords=silence+o%27shea

Neighbor Chronicles- Take 16

            So, Cock eye came out with a pistol in the waistband of his pants. He looked at me and mouthed "You're mine" before disappearing back inside. Oh hell. My Dad and crew came in to begin loading up some of the boxes I had packed. I really wanted to talk to him about what was happening, but I knew he would storm over there and with creepshow having a gun, that wasn't an option.
           I stayed inside and continued packing, while they loaded the van with the efficiency of ants. In no time, it was full and one of them yelled out "We are taking this load, we'll be back soon." First of all, Oh hell no. I wasn't about to stay behind to end up the neighborhood corpse. They all looked back at me as I came running out behind them, with my purse. "I'm going with you" was all I got out, before I jumped into the front of the van and planted my ass in the passenger seat. Yeah, no doubt they thought I was crazy and I wouldn't argue about that at this point.
          Once we got to my parents house, I checked on my son and gave him a bath. My mom said he could stay the night, so I could finish packing. That was a huge relief, since there was no way I was taking him back to the Nightmare on Elm Street for round two.
         My brother eased up behind me and whispered "If we're going to stay there tonight, I'm bringing a gun." Good plan. I nodded and climbed back in the van, while he went to retrieve his weapon of choice. I was totally rethinking this whole Dirty Harry foolishness, when he came jogging across the lawn. Too late. He had a determined set to his jaw...and a pimple too, come to think of it. He got onboard and we pulled out of the drive.
        I was relieved to see their car was gone when we arrived back at my place. We said our farewells to Dad and headed inside, flipping on lights as we went.
       Nothing seemed out of place or disturbed, so we jumped feet first into packing up the rest of the place. The faster we got it done, the sooner we could get out of there.
      After about an hour, we heard a vehicle pull in next door. Both of us eased over to the window to confirm it was Ugly. His porch light came on and he looked right at us with his finger and thumb pointed our way in a gun imitation. Shit just got real.
     We made sure all the windows and doors were locked up tighter than Fort Knox. The outside lights were on and we had a weapon, so back to packing we went.
     A short time later, the doorbell rang. I wasn't about to answer it, but my brother had other ideas. He marched over, unlocked it and jerked it open. Mister Hideous and his beer belly were standing there breathing like an enraged bull. He opened his mouth to speak and my brother planted his fist in the hole. The guy stumbled back a few steps and.......

Neighbor Chronicles-Take 15

        To say Cock eye was in a rage would be a gross understatement. His face was purple, which only enhanced the range of motion his eyes were capable of. If I hadn't been doubled over with laughter and not a small amount of satisfaction, I may have had the sense to be afraid, but that was not the case.
        You see, my brother's friend (Our accomplice) gathered all the big German Shepard's shit he could find and scooped it up in a Walmart bag. I don't feel it's necessary to explain, but I will anyway :)
        By the time he exited the place, there wasn't a piece of furniture not adorned in what my son likes to refer to as Doo Doo. It was even pressed down in the back of the Television. The remote wasn't spared either.
       The cup of shit in the refrigerator may have been a little extreme, but my confusion over the small candle inserted in the top of it trumped that slightly. I didn't ask, because...yeah...I just didn't.
       So, here we stand watching it all unfold when it finally registers...Mr. Pissed off is marching toward my house fisting  a pretty impressive stick. I snatch up my cell to call for help a second before my Dad and a couple of relatives pull in to the drive to help me move. That was a show stopper. Mr. Ugly retreated back to his porch.
       After disappearing back inside briefly, he stepped back out on his porch with a pistol in the waist of his pants. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I could only stare at him while he looked back at me and mouthed.......

Neighbor Chronicles-Take 14

         I stared in horror at the devastation in my living room. My refrigerator was standing open and most of the contents were gone. I suppose you could say they were still there, just not in the neat order I had them originally  They were poured and smeared all over my furniture. Eggs, milk, jelly, butter...You name it! It was horrible and I had to fight back tears. It wasn't like I could afford new furniture.
       
         The police took a report, questioning me about motive. Did I have any idea who would do this and why? They finger printed and walked around the outside looking for evidence of the guilty party. I of course had reached my limit and told them of the war that had been going on for almost a year. After gathering all the information they needed, they informed me they would investigate. I knew there was nothing they could do. I had no proof they did it and the police were painfully aware of that fact also. They finally took their leave and I began the painstaking chore of cleaning up the disaster.

         The more I scrubbed and threw things out, the more enraged I became. I was moving soon, but there was no way in hell I was allowing them to go unpunished. My brother eventually came home. He stood in the door for quite some time with a blank look. I recited what had happened as quickly as possible, while still cleaning up the destruction left by cock eye. I watched his face go from shock to pissed off instantly. He spun around to go over there but my next words stopped him. "No, don't. You will go to jail and he gets away with this". We argued about it for a few minutes until I said "Tit for tat". He calmed instantly and asked "What do you have in mind?" I just smiled and replied "Let's just say I'm going out with a bang."

         Our plan was put in motion that night. My brother called a friend of his to enlist his help. My hands needed to remain clean, you realize *Grin*. We waited until they left for church that following Sunday before we struck. Satisfied with the results we wait patiently for their arrival. I had already been packing to move. With the two police reports, we were able to break the lease early. It was time to go before someone got hurt. Vengeance was mine, however. We heard their car pull in to the drive, and jumped to the window like  a couple of crackheads to watch the show. Cock eye unlocked the door and stood back for his hellion to enter first. The howl of rage that came next was like a balm to my soul. Eyeballs came running back out and my brother and I made eye contact. We stared at each other for a second before laughter bubbled up...Then the unthinkable happened.......

       
      

Neighbor Chronicles-Take 13

       Where did I leave off....Oh yes, Cock eye was being led off my porch to be questioned. As he got to the bottom step, he turned back and met my eyes. The words he spoke next, made me uneasy... "We'll continue or poker game later. You may want to fold, I never bluff" My brother was still standing behind me and the sudden lurch forward from him scared the shit out of me. I put my arm out to stop him from doing something stupid and going to jail. He just looked at me and said "You have to move. You can't stay here and risk him hurting you or worse, your son". That made me pause. I knew he was right. I had to move before this got too far out of hand. I had no idea what my crazy neighbors were capable of and suddenly, I didn't want to find out.
         The next day passed without incident. I didn't see any sign of the wife, so I assumed she was still incarcerated. My brother packed a few things and moved in with me for a week. He was really concerned about eyeballs. We began looking for a place to move to as soon as my lease was up (Which wasn't for another 2 months).  Every time I left for work, he would stand on his porch and stare at me with a smile on his face. That scared me more than anything had previously. Not to mention it made him appear insane (Could have been the whole eye thing responsible for that).
         After picking my son up from school and stopping by the convenient store for a few items, I headed home. This was on a Wednesday, if I recall. My brother was still at work, so there was no one home. I had my keys in hand to unlock the door, but it was open. I immediately took my son by the hand and ran back to the car. My heart was pounding and I dialed the police, never taking my eyes off the front door. I locked our doors and started the ignition while we waited on the cops to arrive. They pulled in after a few minutes and entered my house. We remained in the vehicle until they gave the all clear sign.
        With dread I climbed out, holding my sons hand and walked up on the porch. The officers who had entered my home, met me at the door. My hand slapped over my mouth the second I stepped inside. I couldn't believe it.....
   

My review of Moon-by Laurann Dohner

                 Review of Moon—book 10. New Species series by Laurann Dohner

It's no secret I am a huge Species fan. Just like any other series, I have my favorites. Justice (Book 4) has always had my heart. Moon may have pushed him out of the saddle for that position...or come frighteningly close. If you read Shadow (Book 9) You are aware Moon was shot with an unknown drug that has everyone scrambling around trying to find an antidote. He is feral and unable to recognize anyone or comprehend what is taking place.

Justice calls in Doctor Joyce Yards, Moons previous therapist when he was newly freed from Mercile Industries. He was known as 466 during those sessions. Moon and Joy have a complicated definition of their relationship, which has left him resentful. (I apologize for being vague. Avoiding spoilers). Justice is hopeful of Joy's ability to help Moon, due to their past encounters.

Joy couldn't forget 466, so when she is called to help, she doesn't hesitate. She will risk anything to save him...her job, family, even her life. She regrets what had to be done in the past, but she had no choice. Moon and Joy are reunited under frightening circumstances, that both amaze and scare the hell out of the therapist. Joy can only pray she can save his life, win his trust, and maybe his heart in the process.

In my opinion, this was one of the deepest books in the Species series. It's dark, very emotional, and full of heart stopping scenes. I found it incredibly hot and tender. It brought me to tears on more than one occasion. There are also laugh out loud moments involving Harley, Moon's best friend. One of the things I enjoyed most was the interaction with not just Moon and Joy, but the entire cast of characters Laurann brought in from previous books. It is non stop action from beginning to end. With that said, I have no doubt a lot of you are dying to know about the heat level. (Grin) On a scale of 1-10...I give it a 15. Yes, ladies...it's a scorcher!! Great plot...very well thought out. Extremely intense scenes with just the right amount of realism. You won't be disappointed. Highly recommend this 5star read!