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Backstage, by Harmony Kent

Harmony is a good friend of mine, and one of the other authors at Story Empire. She is like me, in that neither of us can firmly stick to one genre. I think it makes us versatile. She’s here to tell us about her newest book, Backstage. Please make her feel welcome.

Hello, everyone. Harmony here. First up, huge thanks to Craig for hosting me today! He’s letting me visit today so that I can tell you about my latest book, Backstage. It is an erotic romance novel and deals with some of the sexual coercion scandals that have hit the acting industry in the last year.

Here’s a bit about the book for you:


Just when Emma thinks she’s found love. Just when her big chance comes. Just as she finds a little confidence at long last. Right then, it all goes horribly wrong.


John believed he had found ‘the one’. But the demons of his past wouldn’t allow him to break the leash, and when he gets the wrong end of the stick, it just confirms all his old prejudices and hurts.


Derek Prentis is his name. Coercion is his game. He’s the man with the money. The big man who wants to keep Emma under his control and who will do anything to keep it that way.



And here is a ‘sneek peek’ …

In the darkened hospital room, John held her hand. When he saw her awake, he smiled. ‘How do you feel?’

Emma mumbled, ‘Head hurts.’

He squeezed her hand. ‘I’m not surprised. You had a concussion. They think you hit your head on the desk or something.’

‘What about him?’

John scowled. ‘Arrested. Charged. Released on bail.’

Distressed, her voice came out high and rushed, ‘They let him go?’

‘With all his money, he can afford a good solicitor. Anyway, he won’t be stupid enough to come near you again.’

‘You reckon?’

‘Yeah. It’ll make front-page news tomorrow—you mark my words. He’d be stupid to push it.’

Emma groaned.

John leaned over her. ‘What? What is it? Are you gonna throw up again?’

‘I know what he’ll say. I’m a slut. I led him on. You know the drill, John. All he has to do is slander me. Drag up my past. Like you say, with his money … a solicitor and a private investigator.’

John released her hand and stood.

Bewildered, Emma looked up at him.

‘I’m off to speak to the others,’ he said.

‘The other women?’

John nodded. ‘Yeah. If we can prove you weren’t his only victim …’

If you enjoyed reading about Backstage, you can pre-order it now at Amazon … US LINK and UK LINK. And it goes on live sale on March 30th. Thanks so much for sticking with me this far.

Twitter: @harmony_kent 

Harmony Kent Author Page: Amazon


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The Chicago Cubs, on Lisa Burton Radio

Welcome to another edition of Lisa Burton Radio, the show where we interview the characters that bring the stories to life. I’m your host, Lisa the robot girl.

I work pretty hard to find stories to share with you, and I’ve been working on this one for a month. As most of you know by now, The Chicago Cubs won the World Series, breaking a curse that lasted 108 years. Unfortunately, Mr. Epstein is unavailable. I tried Chapman, Lester, Schwarber, and Montero to no avail.

This is an important story, so I kept at it and today my very special guest is Murphy, the billy goat. “Welcome to the show, Murphy.”


“Oh, for those of you listening out there, I downloaded a goat to English translation program, and Murphy is happy to be here.

“Your bio says you were the face of the Billy Goat Tavern, in Chicago, is that right?”


“Yes, that does make us somewhat alike. I’m a spokesmodel for Craig’s writing career. I’ve got to tell you, we both love baseball too. In fact, Craig is working on a collection of baseball short stories with a slight science fiction angle.”


“So as a major fan yourself it was disheartening to be thrown out of the stadium?

Baaah. Baaaaahhh.

“Okay, here. I brought you some lovely cans to chew on. So, you were at the actual 1945 World Seres at Wrigley, and they asked you to leave because of your odor?”


“And you’re sick of being blamed for everything.”


“Mr. Sianis took it hard. You and he were at the game, and he issued the curse. So it wasn’t your fault at all then. Can you elaborate?”

Baaah, baaaaaahhh.”

“So he thought they damaged the reputation of his business, and he issued the curse.”

Baaah. Baaaaahhhh, baaah.

“So you want our listeners to know the Cubs just sucked from 1909 to 1945, and you’re sick of being blamed for those years. There wasn’t even a curse in place.”


“People went crazy and started blaming you for everything. It was character assination on a grand scale.”


“Good thing you didn’t have a Twitter account back then. So you aren’t responsible for things like the Buckner Blunder, or the black cat at Shay Stadium?”


“Okay, okay. Have another can, look this one held creamed corn. So Buckner had on a Cubs batting glove when the blunder was made, but you didn’t put it there, and the cat was just a Mets fan. Got it, and now our listeners do too.”


“You’re welcome. So now that the curse is broken, what’s next for you?”


“Yeah, being a spokesmodel is a pretty good gig. I don’t know of anyone who might need a goat, but I think Geico did some work with a goat once.”


“No, I don’t know any authors who might need a goat spokesmodel. Craig has written a few goat characters, most recently in a short story in his second Experimental Notebook.”


“I’m so glad you liked it, I’ll make sure to tell him. Would you get consider going back into cursing?”


“Only if you can’t land another spokes gig, or a Hollywood film. I think your story is fascinating, and listeners of this show like magic and curses and things like that. Urban legends and mythology are really popular around here.”


“Well, yeah, you are, in a way. The idea is to milk that for all it’s worth. You’re already a legend, might as well cash in on it.”


“No, sorry, I don’t have contact information for Michael Bay, if I did we’d already be talking about a Lisa Burton movie, know what I mean?”


“You’re just going to have to do the legwork. A brave little goat in Hollywood, beating the streets.

“Thank you for visiting with us today, Murphy. For Lisa Burton Radio, I’m Lisa Burton, and have a Happy Thanksgiving.”


Nobody wanted to take a chance on a Thanksgiving edition of Lisa Burton Radio, so she put together this conversation with Murphy.

If you’d like Lisa to interview your fictional character, drop her a line at Coldhand (dot) Boyack (at) gmail (dot) com. Just replace the parts in (parenthases) with the necessary symbol.

We’re also toying with the idea of making the show into “Dear Lisa” on occasion. She has several questions about her tattoos, and needs a couple more before we try this. It doesn’t have to be specifically about Lisa, but she does enjoy those. The contact information is the same as for the interviews.

Go Cubs, signed Murphy.


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The Playground by C. S. Boyack

A wonderful new review for The Playground. Actually, it would be fun to see one of my stories turned into a feature film.

When Angels Fly


The Playground by C. S. Boyack

My review follows the authors blurb found on Amazon.

“The hottest new toys of the Christmas season are the Playground Network dolls. They contain a worldwide social network for children. Except the network is controlled by a ruthless businessman with dreams of power. To reach his goals he turns to the occult. Will our children make up his personal army? Could we have an enemy soldier in every home? Gina Greybill is a cancer survivor who stumbles into her own brush with the paranormal. She wants nothing to do with it, but may be the only one who can bring down the Playground Network. To do it she’ll have to embrace her new situation, and recover the next generation of Playground software. There is competition for the software in the form of a brutal thug named Clovis. He’s bigger, more ruthless, and more experienced…

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Wednesday Ramblings

Wild Concept is making a few sales. It’s still single digits, but I’m ecstatic. I know what the odds are for a first time author, and what kind of sales self publishing brings for newbies. It’s only been about three weeks.

I checked the international Amazon stores, and I’ve sold a few in Amazon.de and Amazon.ca . Thanks to the international readers out there who gave me a chance.


I’ve gotten a few more re-blogs and Twitter posts. Thanks to everyone who did that. This includes Laurie Buchanan and Ravenlywrites . Thank’s you guys, I’ll take all the help I can get. (and need it)


From the number of click throughs on my blog stats, I probably need to tighten up my book blurb. I was in a hurry to get the book uploaded, and should check it out. It’s an important sales tool, and I can probably do better.


Loralei, my Muse, has been commuting with me again. Last night she talked me into using my fountain pen and notebook to make some character sheets. I’m knee deep in Will ‘O the Wisp, and she’s already onto the next project.

I have a cluster of characters and she wants me to use them all in the next story. I just don’t know if they all fit. If I can come up with a good McGuffin, they might.

I also came up with a seriously bad dude. My bad guys are usually more environmental, or corporate. This guy has potential, and he might even be redeemable. I just have to spend some more time with him. Maybe I’ll have him come to the writing cabin for a day.


Will ‘O the Wisp is at a logjam for me. My main character, Patty has reached a plateau where she has to go on the attack. This involves a lot of research for me, but I always liked the research. Then I have to weave it all into the mind of a fifteen year old before putting it on the page.

This path also has to fail for her. (Sorry Patty) This will set up the last ditch effort at the end.

This is where I could really use Loralei. The problem with a Muse is that she’s happy if I’m creating. She doesn’t care about quality, just getting something new on paper. I might be on my own to figure this part out.


Hey, I said it was a rambling post. “Lisa*, where’s that soapbox?”

“Right here, boss,” she said, putting the box on the lobby floor and I climbed on top.

Now that award season is over in Hollywood, I’m going to bring this up. Why does Hollywood have a problem with aging gracefully? So many of the entertainers don’t look like they’ve had plastic surgery – they look like they’ve been to a taxidermist.

I know Hollywood loves the young and the pretty, but give me a break. There is nothing young or pretty about someone who looks like their head was carved from a bar of soap. I think this is a horrible example for the youth of the world too.

I would watch a good performer, no matter what they looked like. I’m sure there would be a winnowing process if all they were good for was visual. On the other hand, I would watch someone like Helen Mirren in almost anything she does.

“Thanks, Lisa. You can put the soapbox back in the basement.”

* Lisa is the main character in Wild Concept. She works at the writing cabin, and is a robot.

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