It never fails, anytime the name of Cherry Adair is mentioned, the immediate response is, “Oh my gosh, I love her, she is SO much fun!” But, until one actually spends a little time with her, they have no idea how MUCH fun!!
Anyone even remotely connected to social media would have a hard time NOT noticing the drop-dead gorgeous, drool-worthy images of Scott King peppering our computers and smart phones lately. With a body so perfectly sculpted as to be art, Scott has skyrocketed to fame as a model even the most ico
Picture this:Two cousins and life-long best friends attend a Cherry Adair writing workshop with the goal of getting published. Both are having a wonderful time learning and getting to know Cherry. On a quick trip to the restroom, one discovers a painful lump on her breast.
There are moments in life when the collective emotion of the human race feels like electricity, raising the small hairs on the backs of necks and making the skin tingle. It feels as if the entire world comes to a sudden stop.
As a professional cover designer, my work is split fairly evenly between publishing houses and indie authors. While I love seeing authors take charge of their careers, an alarming trend I’m noticing is the sacrifice of industry expertise in favor of author emotions or need for control.
There was a man bleeding out on Isbeth’s kitchen table.Actually it was Madam Fores’ kitchen. Isbeth only worked in it as a maid-of-all-work for the boarding house. She slept there too, on a small pallet near the hearth so she could watch the fire.