SHADOW ON THE WALL

By

Pavarti K. Tyler

Pavarti K Tyler is an artist, wife, mother and number-cruncher who has been committed to causing trouble since her first moment on this Earth. Her eclectic career has flirted with Broadway, Teaching, Law Firms and the IRS. Author of many short stories, Pavarti spans genres from Horror and Erotica all the way to Fantasy. Currently Pavarti is hard at work establishing her Indie Publishing Company Fighting Monkey Press.

Pavarti K Tyler’s novel Two Moons of Sera is a Fantasy/Romance and began in a serial format in November 2011. Her next novel Shadow on the Wall is scheduled for release in May 2012. Shadow on the Wall is Book One of The SandStorm Chronicles, the saga of Recai Osman — businessman, philosopher, Muslim and . . . superhero

 

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Two Moons of Sera: http://www.amazon.com/Two-Moons-of-Sera-ebook/dp/B005U81SCQ/ref=pd_rhf_cr_p_t_1
Shadow on the Wall (The SandStorm Chronicles #1): http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Wall-SandStorm-Chronicles-1/dp/0983876908/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1326905139&sr=8-3
Consumed by Love (novella): http://www.amazon.com/Consumed-by-Love-ebook/dp/B004PYDQBC/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpt_1

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BLURB:   Recai Osman: Muslim, philosopher, billionaire and Superhero? Controversial and daring, Shadow on the Wall details the transformation of Recai Osman from complicated man to Superhero. Forced to witness the cruelty of the Morality Police in his home city of Elih, Turkey, Recai is called upon by the power of the desert to be the vehicle of change. Does he have the strength to answer Allah's call or will his dark past and self doubt stand in his way? Pulling on his faith in Allah, the friendship of a Jewish father-figure and a deeply held belief that his people deserve better, Recai Osman must become The SandStorm. In the tradition of books by Margaret Atwood and Salman Rushdie, Shadow on the Wall tackles issues of religion, gender, corruption and the basic human condition. Beautiful and challenging, this is not a book to miss.

 
Excerpt -

A man. A voice. Darkness tangled her thoughts with fear and childhood warnings.

Sabiha, you shouldn’t be walking alone, she’d heard it say.

Stupidity had made her rash; selfish concerns about her brother caused her to make the worst possible mistake—the kind of mistake that would make her wish she had died, if by any chance she managed to survive.

The low voice knew her name, knew her family name—it had come specifically for her.

She ignored its call, quickening her pace. A laugh broke out in the night, mocking her fear. Suddenly the owner of the voice grabbed her, turning her around to face him.

Refusing to meet the voice’s gaze, Sabiha fixed her eyes forward. Her gaze came to rest on his arm where she saw the outline of a tattoo, dark and menacing. A snake’s tail circled his bicep and disappeared behind his back, only to reveal itself on the other side of his neck with two onyx eyes staring at her, unblinking.

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...from It's All in the Jeans


1. Libby shook her head and Logan released a sigh of relief.
2. “Good. Now, just follow my lead.”
3. Climbing down turned out to be the longest journey of Logan’s life.
4. Every step of the way, every movement, made him sharply aware of Libby’s lithe body brushing against his front, keeping him aroused to the point of pain.
5. The light fragrance of her hair as it whipped about his face continuously teased his senses with something clean and mildly sweet.
6. Innocence that screamed of wildness, and heaven.

I cat sat for my favorite niece during the past week. She, of all people, won a cruise. I say that because she and her live-in boyfriend cruise all the time. Anyway, they have 4 cats, plus they take care of the neighborhood feral cats so I stayed at their house for a few days.

When I first got there I was almost afraid to leave my car. I kid you not when I say there were cats everywhere! All sitting around the front entrance way. There were several empty bowls and they were hungry. All of a sudden I was every one's best bud! According to the note that was left for me they are fed twice a day. 

The four cats inside? Talk about spoiled! There was a detailed note on when and where to feed them. I knew their names, Murphy, Porter, Hannah and Torti. I thought I knew which one was which but after talking to my niece yesterday I realized I got Porter and Hannah mixed up. According to the note I had to take a bowl of food to Hannah wherever she was because, and I quote, "she's a princess." No wonder Porter looked at me strangely every time I  brought him a bowl of food. And guess what, Hannah didn't starve:)

Weeze thought it was strange too, when I told her how Porter hung around me the whole time. Apparently he's usually aloof and Hannah is the clinger. But again, I had them mixed up. Poor little Torti cried the whole time, clearly distressed at them being gone. I was glad when she let me hold her to comfort her. Her little cries were pitiful. She was my bathroom buddy as every time I went, she was right on my heels.

It was a nice, quiet three days. I had to suffer a little bit, though. No sugar for my coffee. I searched every cupboard and got excited when I saw a bag of flour on a top shelf. Surely that's where they kept the sugar, too! But no, it wasn't anywhere. I ate one of their Magnum ice cream bars in retaliation. There were only 3 in the box and I figured I was preventing a fight when it came down to who got the last bar.

She was so sweet to leave out coffee but I found nothing but organic milk for creamer. My niece said, "didn't you see the creamer on the shelf right next to the milk?" Obviously not. No salt or pepper for my pasta. But they had every other kind of seasoning you could imagine. 

Okay, maybe I'm a little spoiled, too.

Male Escorts

Ok, help me understand this. I watched some of Dr. Phil the other day and his show was about a male escort business. There were several male escorts and they went into detail of what they provide to the customer, their rates, it even showed a segment on how a male escort primps for his so called date. I mean, he took it to the max. He waxed, tanned, worked out, showered, and groomed himself to perfection. I have to admit he was pretty hunky, and could easily pose for the hero on a romance book cover.

He met his client for the evening and they went to a bar, had a nice dinner, danced and ended up in a hot tub. They got pretty hot and heavy in that hot tub but when asked it they ended up having sex they both said no. Yeah right! She was paying a premium rate for her escort and you're going to tell me they ended their night with a kiss?

The woman client, a successful business owner, said she paid for a male escort a couple times a week and sometimes asked for the same man. She said she enjoyed going out with them because she knew what she was getting. There were no surprises. She could have a date and go home at the end of the evening and not worry about anything. Ok, obviously she's not interested in a long term relationship and the happily every after with a husband and kids.

As I watched the show I began to wonder, what makes a male escort (gigolo) any different from a high class prostitute? I know there are female escort business out there, and both sides swear sex isn't included in their services. Do you believe them?

Book in the Making...unedited

page. 4

“I watch the news too, you know. And I don’t need some bodyguard around screwing up my weekend.”

“Look, the head of Sysco Security isn’t just a bodyguard, Marissa. He owns–“

“I don’t care who or what he is. I don’t need some big, Texas cowboy in dusty boots, and a cheek full of tobacco following me around like a puppy dog.” She took in a breath. Unless it’s Beau. Marissa thought with a warm feeling. Damn him, why did he show up now?

“Not everyone in Texas is a cowboy.”

Is that all he could say? Marissa could hear the exasperation in Kirk’s tone. It made her smile.

“If you think I need a bodyguard, why don’t you come here and do the job? What am I paying you for, anyway?” That would get his goat. She could just see his eyebrows lifting with her suggestion.

“You don’t pay me to protect you, you pay me to book your events. And you know I’m afraid of my own shadow.” There was humor in his tone.

In spite of the situation Marissa chuckled. There wasn’t a violent bone or thought in Kirk’s body. “Well, I would think you’d want to protect your interest.”

There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. She’d hit a nerve.

“I am, why do you think I hired a bodyguard? He isn’t cheap, believe me.”

“Well, if you hired him with my money, you can fire him. I’ve got a nice quiet weekend planned at my apartment. Even if there is a serial killer out there who’s targeting chunky models, how hurt do you think I’ll get if I fall from one story?”

“That’s not funny, Marissa.”

“I’m sorry.” Kirk was right, it wasn’t funny. There was nothing humorous about the unexplained deaths of two up and coming models.

Marissa wasn’t usually so argumentative or insensitive, but she’d been up for twenty hours straight and she was running on empty. She’d just finished a grueling two day photo shoot and her last walk down the runway.

“Look, I’m a big girl,” Marissa heard Kirk snicker on the other end. “Don’t get cute. You know what I mean. You call Sysco Security and cancel that bodyguard or I will. I can take care of myself.”

“Is that so?”

Before Marissa could take another breath she was grabbed from behind. A large hand covered her mouth. Her eyes rounded and she dropped the phone to claw it away. Then a solid arm slid around her waist and she was hauled back against a hard body.

“Think again, darlin.” A warm Texas drawl said into her ear.

Once her initial surprise was over Marissa struggled. An elbow in his ribs didn’t faze him. She dug in her heels and pushed her body back into his, but she might as well have been up against a solid brick wall. 

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Whoohoo! I think my writer's block is coming to an end. Yesterday I wrote 3000 words, two chapters to a new erotic romance.

6 SENTENCE SUNDAY

...from Talk Dirty to Me

1. Her body reacted instantly, thinking about him was one thing but seeing him in the flesh was even more powerful.
2. Awareness exploded through her body, as she remembered all the times and places they'd had hot, naughty sex.
3. How Blake had taken her to paradise a thousand times.
4. Her panties became soaked as she clenched her legs together hoping to ease the need that was becoming unbearable.
5. A pleasant prickling in her full breasts caused her to raise her arm and brush it over them to try to ease some of the ache.
6. Blake hadn't changed at all.

The GREEN Thing

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days."

The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."

She was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day….
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right. We didn't have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right. We didn't have the green thing back then.

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?

5 STARS for The Mercenary Way!

Another great review just came in and I'm a happy camper! CozyReader over at THE ROMANCE REVIEWS said...

This is my first read from Tory Richards and I can say this, I will be seeking more books from her and add then to my library of reads. This book was suspenseful, romantic and funny all in one, something that I love. I got caught up in this book and did not want to put it down because of their chemistry and I wanted to see how much further they could push their buttons. I loved the ending because they both got their happily ever after plus more.

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Book in the Making...Unedited

page 3

And first on his list was sweet retribution.

Ex Marissa Evans needed to be taught a lesson.

*****

Marissa slammed the door to her dressing room and leaned against it. Her heart was beating out of control and she was burning up inside. What was Beau doing there? And what had possessed her to act like she had? Past experience with the ex-Texas ranger should have reminded her that you didn’t bait a man like him. He was a take action man and the Beau she knew didn’t back down.

She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. God, how many times over the years had she yearned for him? Wished things had turned out different? Their brief marriage had barely lasted a year, thanks to her. Marissa realized long after their divorce that she’d been too young and immature to get married. They’d fought all the time, when they weren’t fucking their brains out.

Shivering, a tingle in her nipples told her they’d turned hard. If they could have bottled the sexual chemistry between them they could have made a fortune. A smile curved her mouth upward, and then she jerked with surprise when the phone rang. On her way to her dressing table she let the black chiffon shirt slide down her arms to the floor.

She hoped to hell it was her agent.

“Hello?”

“Hey kiddo, how did it–“

“Thank god! I’ve been waiting for you to call back all afternoon. I got your message about the bodyguard and I’m telling you right now Kirk, I don’t want or need one.  I’m not…” Marissa caught herself before saying something she couldn’t take back. She forced herself to calm down when she realized she was yelling. “You’re blowing this thing way out of proportion.”

“Am I?” he said with the never ending calm and self-confidence she was beginning to find annoying.

But he was her agent, and good at what he did. Because of that she could put up with his irritating traits.

“You think it’s just a coincidence that two plus size models are dead?”

“Well–“

He didn’t let her finish.

“You think it’s just a coincidence that they both fell to their deaths?”

“Well–“

“And that they–”

“Will you let me get a word in?” Marissa snapped, frustrated. She was exhausted, hungry and she wanted a shower. “There’s been bigger coincidences, Kirk. The police haven’t even linked the two, ah, deaths.”

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Maine Family

I thought I'd share some pictures taken while I was home this month. I've always been close to my cousin Mary and we've kept in touch over the years. She's five years older than me. She has a sister, Sharon, and three brothers Timmy, Royce and Paul. It's always nice seeing them when I go home. When my sister Lois and I was younger we hung out with them.

While home this year I ate lobster, scallops and crab. Yum! Oh and let's not forget the whoopie pies!

 Mary's daughter Sarah didn't know I was taking this

 Mary and her sister Sharon

 Mary took this while I was sitting on the porch

 Taken at Perry's Nut House

 Mary and me

 The big guy is my cousin Paul, Mary's brother, her daughter Sarah in the back and Paul's wife Linda on the other side of me

 Cousins Timmy and Royce. Mary's brothers

 My sister Bim and her hubby Ray with their little pooch.

Mary didn't know I was taking this

Oh no! Bad news folks! My beloved chair is broken. Yes, the 1940s rocker recliner where I do all my writing. What am I going to do? Plus reclining seemed to help my leg. It can't be fixed, the wood arm cracked as well as the metal pieces that were inside it. Later I'm going to try some pliers. Man, this chair fit me perfectly. I'm so sad:(

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...from Wicked Desire

1. In a lightning fast move Matt surprised her by grabbing her wrist and flipping her over.
2. He moved over her body, pinning her on the bed.
3. She gasped with surprise, powerless to move against the steely fingers encircling her wrist.
4. The blood coursed through her veins like a spinning tidal pool, leaving her breathless at the intensity.
5. Their eyes locked, their breaths becoming one.
6. His expression was fierce, his eyes blazing down at her.

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I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.

I earned a BA in education at Kent State university and as well as a Masters in Education from Nova Southeastern University. I've tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.

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I think character interviews are interesting, giving the reader a more intimate insight of the hero or heroine. So I asked Wendy if she could do one and she picked one of her heroines.

Today I thought we’d have a chat with one of my favorite heroines, Jude Nelson from When You’re With Me. Why is she a favorite? She can balance in stilettos and still look good while doing it. Those who know me know I cannot stand up in heels. No balance.

::In walks Jude, wearing tennis shoes, jeans and a tunic blouse.::

JN: Am I late?
WZ: Nah, right on time. No worries.
JN: Well, then I’ll intro myself and we’ll get on with the interview.
WZ: Perfect!
JN: I’m Jude Nelson and I’m an exotic dancer at the Silver Steel Gentlemen’s Club. It’s not always pretty, but it’s a living. I’m going to school to become an artist—I’m an artist already, but I want to hone my skills...with my clothes on.
WZ: The term exotic dancer does bring to mind the glamorous and yet, you’re in casual wear.
JN: We don’t wear the peel away clothes all the time! We’d freeze. All kidding aside, we look like everyone else. Really.  I only wear the sparkles when I’m on the clock.
WZ: Makes sense. I’d assume you’d get tired of glitter and sequins after a while. Why become an exotic dancer?
JN: I wanted to work hours where I could be at the studio during the early hours and sleep during the day. IT worked out better for my school schedule. I have later classes on three days of the week. Takes a little longer, but the pay makes it worth the longer time. The tips aren’t bad if you use what you’ve got.
WZ: I hear ya. So what’s your ideal man? Or should I say who is your ideal man?
JN: Ideal? Does he really exist?
WZ: True.
JN: My ideal man would be...Jon Hamm. Well, he’d LOOK like Jon Hamm. Debonair, 50’s style. Ready and willing to sweep me off my feet with his dash and good looks. Oh, and he’s got to have a deep voice.
WZ: Sounds dreamy.  What do you want to do once you graduate? You mentioned being in college. What’s your major?
JN: Studio art. I know, not much you can do with it. I kinda like the idea of saving back the money from dancing and just doing street art. Who knows. I might even find a nice guy to be my sugar daddy. Yeah right. I just want to be happy and doing art.
WZ: Sounds like what we’d all like to be doing. I want to thank you for coming by and doing this interview. We can follow your exploits in When You’re With Me, correct?
JN: In the book or Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights at the Silver Steel. Thanks!!

Over My Head:

What happens when two opposites realise they have more in common than expected?

I’m a dancer…and a damn good one. I work at the Silver Steel Gentlemen’s Club. My hard and fast rule? No freebies and no office dating. Except for Slade. Hard, fast, slow, gentle...I don’t care. I’ll take him any way possible. But he’s not that into me.

Or so she thinks. I’m a bouncer at the Silver Steel. Astra doesn’t realise I see her—I can’t help myself. She captivates me every time she’s on the stage. I want her, but I have a...problem. I’m not at the Steel to pick up chicks or even work the room. I’m there to stop the influx of drugs into the community. Yeah, I’m a cop. But if the job means sampling the dancers... Well, as long as I keep my heart out of it, I’ll be fine.

I hope.

Reader Advisory: This book has a kick ass hero, a dancer with all the right moves, hot sex, a little mutual anal play for good measure and mention of drug use.

When You're With Me:

A topless dancer and a cynical cop doesn’t equal a lifetime love...or does it?

There’s more to Jude Nelson than just a sequined thong. She’s got big dreams to become an artist. There’s one tiny wrinkle in her plan—she’ll never forget the bloody image of her friend’s battered body in the dumpster.

 Who can a nude dancer turn to for help? Certainly not a hardened undercover cop...

Detective Drew Alwyn is on the case to find out who murdered his good friend and fellow officer. But the moment he sees Jude, he can’t look away. He has to decide which is more important—his dedication to his job or the girl who holds his bruised and battered heart.

Will these two opposites come together to solve the case or will their desire consume them?

This story contains scenes of bondage, mentions of drug use by secondary characters, silk, sequins and art supplies used in foreplay, voyeurism and a little spanking for good measure.

Good luck everyone!