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Thursday, October 20, 2011

TOUR DE GOLD


I am a Muser...to those not in the know, Musers are the delighted members of
Muse It Up Publishing Inc. Some like me, have watched it grow from a visionary
kernel of an idea last March
2010, to it's official debut on October 1st, to it's successful release of it's first e-to-print books for the New Year extravaganza, to the winner of 22 top ten awards in the
Preditors & Editors 2010 Reeaders Poll a mere two and one half months after its inauguration, to it's stellar number of e-books AND amazing Print Book versions, to it's many awards for covers achieved since the very first
Covey Award won BEFORE Muse opened it's doors, to this amazing weekend.

In Montreal the very FIRST Muse Publishing Retreat is about to commence. How unheard of is this...a brand new publisher growing so big in such a short time, a retreat such as this is not just viable, but warranted?



From around the world, happy Muse authors will be gathering to meet, greet, and share their enthusiasm with the fans. Book signings...let me repeat that

BOOK SIGNINGS will be part of the weekend extravaganza. Prizes that stagger the imagination when you remember Muse It Up Publishing only opened it's doors on October 1, 2010.

Little over a year ago...yet it has grown big enough to warrant authors and fans from

around the world making the trek to celebrate the exceptional growth spurt of one year and still, may I say, spurting.

Stay tuned for pictures following this weekend to appear here, there, and everywhere so you, those who are fans but could not get away this weekend and those yet to become fans can feel a part of something this ground shaking and breaking.

CONGRATULATIONS MUSE...YOU ROCK!

Thank you to the two dynamos behind all Muse Is!

Lea Schizas...Publisher


Litsa Kamateros...Marketing Director

And here are just some of us Muser's Proud to belong To This Dynamo:











WAY TO GO MUSE IT UP PUBLISHING...BUT...THIS IS

Friday, October 14, 2011

LJ Holmes Reviews EROTIC DECEPTION.



Welcome to another review by Lin, the Reader and sometimes called L.J. Holmes, author.

To Ms. Coté, author of brilliant suspence romance, humor and camaraderie...you had me at the worm.

Okay not quite accurate but close. One of the best accolades any reader can bestow upon a story is a desire to become the heroine.

I soooo want to be Dr. Lily Delaney, the sassy, adorable heroine Karen Coté created for us in her new
Muse It Hot release EROTIC DECPEPTION.

I am just a reader, nothing more, nothing less, but a story that grabs me from word one and won't let me go until the last word is ringing over and over in my well sated mind screen is without doubt a 

Five out fiver.

It's a royally crafted story from an

aristocratically gifted new author we are all going to be hearing a great deal more from in the months, years, decades to come...and I for one am already standing in line, panting for the next original Karen Coté tale.

Stop pushing, stop pushing, get in line behind me. I promise you, there's plenty more Karen Coté brilliance coming our way.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

THE IGNOMINY OF WHITE


Over the hill...double time! That IS what SIXTY is, right?

I am, as of today, two months and one week, to the day, away from discovering what it means to be

OVER THE HILLS X's TWO.

I've been trying to remember what I felt when I was THIRTY and tipped over the ORIGINAL hill.

I had just gotten the restraining order, after nearly eleven years of trying to get my ex husband out, so I was both

in heaven...no more fearing the door opening at 6:00 and a night of what most people would call unimagineable horror...

and hell...the SOB cleaned out the bank accounts before I gave them any thought and was now responsible for the three of us with only the four dollars in my wallet.

Still I felt light as a joyfilled feather when I stood outside, with the broom in hand, beating the accumulated snow from the branches of the bushes surrounding our home. My first breath of free air in decades.

For me, then if THIRTY was over the hill, it was the hill of freedom and joy. I could see pristine lands ahead with promise and hope. Not terrifying...nothing could be as terrifying as what I'd just wiggled out from beneath.

Three decades later? Our sea temperatures have risen. And me?

SIXTY...Life it seems has a sense of humor, and not always funny.

I was not longer haunted by 6:00, but what I hadn't realized was the things done before I turned thirty had

buried roots deeply into the very marrow of my being and had no intentions of letting me ever completely walk tall and without encumberance.

For awhile I pretended. And was very good at it...not always to my son's appreciation. It didn't please him when people mistook me, his dear

old Mom for his girlfriend, but hey, I never actually DID anything to stay young looking...it's just in my genes I guess, like the high cheekbones, the only feature others can see of my Native American heritage.

I cared little about fashion...if I wore t-shirts over bikini tops and bottoms it had more to do with trying to

stay cool in the sweltering humidity of the dog days of summer than in trying to catch the eye of any admiring attention.

I died my hair, not becuse I hated the idea of letting nature take its course, but because I was still trying to compete, once I'd earned my teaching credentials in my late forties, with graduates half my age...age discrimination DOES exist!

Until the car accident eleven days after 9/11, I didn't think one way or another about the advancement of the double hill, but here I am, little more than two months from the apex of that climb.

Should I stand on that mountaintop, beat my chest and scream about my accomplishments? And what would they be?

Enumeration time...How I hate enumeration time...On this side we have the good and on that side the...well...not-so-good. Since it's MY birthday coming up, you'll forgive me if I leave off the not-so-good list won't you?

GOOD SIDE COMING UP.

1. My daughter. I don't know how many mothers and daughters have the kind of relationship Kat Holmes...my very prolific, beautiful daughter and I have, but not a day goes by I don't thank God and my guardians for blessing me with being this young woman's mom.

2. My son. His smile can erase so much hurt, and we have all known hurt. In finding his Forever, his smile radiates filling this mom's heart with so much joy.

3. My Grandmother...had she not been my mother figure during my first eleven years I would never have survived. I don't think I can claim any credit for her, but she must have seen something in the little me to make me worthy of her love. She even called me "Little One". Every time I hear or see those two words strung together I think about her. Miss you Nonnie.

4. Now we get to the tough parts..because this is MY accomplishments section.

My son tells me I am the most over-educated slug he knows, and he's right. I am EXTREMELY well educated, but those roots I spoke of earlier in this post, have never let go, and no matter how bright I might be, or how hard I have worked, the roots suck up the positive, turn it into negative, releasing it into the body making another new challenge from the damage my marriage left behind.

It seems the body IS mendable, but only partially. Think of how your own body reacts to a break in childhood. Come adulthood, that break spot comes into burning life every time the weather stirs your arthritis awake. Imagine your enire body being riddled with arthritis...that gives you an idea.

So I'm educated up the royal wazoo, but I don't teach, don't preach, but, yeah, I guess I leech...

But I write too...And since being contracted by Muse last March 29, 2010, and becoming a part of the Team I am acquiring MY DREAM...I already have 13 contracts with more coming. This is also the

happiest year of my entire life despite any and all setbacks.

For the first time more than Kat appreciates the voice within me, but also the rest of me. I cannot function at many things, but they, My Muse Family, and the others that have come to know the voice that weaves the stories I write,

have felt the woman that lives beneath the mangled roots, the one my ex never quite destroyed, no matter how hard he tried.

So the ignominy of white.

Kat and I don't have a lot of THINGS...and we are always learning the stuff we have is wearing out faster than we can afford to replace it. But that's nothing new, and it's the new that makes the change.

On December 12th I officially turn SIXTY, and I have the white hair, the pains, the hesitations to prove it, but I have also found a place that allows me to be all that no one has wanted me to be in the past and moreso. My glorious publisher urges me to write MORE...can you believe it?


I have found a home with people that like, respect, and yes, incredibly

...I only had to wait until I reached the riper age of 59.

Did I need to go through so many trials to appreciate what Muse and the Muse family would bring to me?

I don't know.

Maybe God just wanted me to finally find the joy He'd been promising me so I'd keep putting one foot before the other during the harder years.

Maybe God wanted these years to wash away the sense I never belonged during the majority of those first 59 years.

The thing is I am here...I'm about to reach that pinnacle and when I reach the top if I can only choose one word to scream out in unadulturated joy I know what it will be

MUSE!

Thank you my Muse family. You truly have given both Kat and I more joy in this one year than we have ever known.