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Sharon Lathan | Birthin’ Babies
Uncategorized / January 7, 2010

“I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout birthin’ no babies, Miss Scarlett!” I love that classic line delivered by a frantic Prissy (Butterfly McQueen) in the movie Gone With the Wind. Makes me laugh every time and is a humorousquote uttered quite frequently where I work. In our case it is a complete joke since my “real” job is as an RN in the Maternal Child Health field. Specifically I am a 25-year veteran of Neonatal ICU nursing, so I can claim with all sincerity to be an expert in both laboring and delivering mothers and babies. My professional experience coupled with being a mother of two aided me tremendously in writing of Elizabeth Darcy’s pregnancy and delivery as well as those early weeks with a newborn. Ah, the memories! Lizzy’s pregnancy did not proceed exactly like either of mine did, nor was her delivery precisely the same, but lets just say there were definite similarities! And after witnessing and assisting in literally thousands of deliveries over the years, it was very easy to write a realistic scenario. To read more of BIRTHIN’ BABIES and to comment for a chance to win please click here. Visit FreshFiction.com to learn more about books…

Fresh Pick | SECONDHAND SPIRITS by Juliet Blackwell
Fresh Pick / January 7, 2010

Witchcraft #1 July 2009On Sale: July 7, 2009Featuring: Max Carmichael; Lily Ivory336 pages ISBN: 045122745XEAN: 9780451227454Paperback$6.99 Paranormal, Mystery Woman Sleuth Buy at Amazon.com Secondhand Spirits by Juliet Blackwell Love the vintage, not the ghosts. Lily Ivory feels that she can finally fit in somewhere and conceal her “witchiness” in San Francisco. It’s there that she opens her vintage clothing shop, outfitting customers both spiritually and stylistically. Just when things seem normal, a client is murdered and children start disappearing from the Bay Area. Lily has a good idea that some bad phantoms are behind it. Can she keep her identity secret, or will her witchy ways be forced out of the closet as she attempts to stop the phantom? Excerpt Tis the witching hour of night,Or bed is the moon and bright,And the stars they glisten, glisten,Seeming with bright eyes to listenFor what listen they?John Keats (1795–1821)Chapter One Witches recognize their own. So I could tell this customer was . . . different . . . the moment he walked into my store. Not to mention the bell on the door failed to chime. He was gorgeous: golden hair glinting in the light of the amber sconces, eyes the blue of a perfect periwinkle, tanned skin…