Julia Gousseva: A Kind & Supportive Russian Treat!

Yet another wonderful ASMSG member, Julia Gousseva came into my life about four years ago. A fine, prolific writer from Russia, her support and encouragement of my work as well as others, touched me greatly.

Not only did she read and review my Sewing Can Be Dangerous short story collection, she went even further. Being an English professor, she asked my permission to actually teach the first story from that collection to her writing class, as an example of American literature. Then she put the entire story on her Chats with Writers.

Talk about her making me feel special! I will never forget the thrill it gave me to have my work “studied” in college. I also truly enjoyed answering her curious and delightful students’ questions regarding characterization and plot development.

So thank you, dear Julia, for your great support and encouragement––not to mention ego boost!


My name is Julia Gousseva.  This website is about my love for writing and teaching writing.

I was born and raised in Russia when it was still a part of the Soviet Union. For a long time, Russia was hidden behind the Iron Curtain and had a mysterious image of the Evil Empire to many Westerners, especially Americans. But Russia was a mystery to its own people as well. My history professors  referred to Russia as a country with unpredictable past. Why? Because every time a new leader came to power, all history books were revised and rewritten.

My books are my personal attempts to shed some light on the mystery (and history) of Russia.

In Moscow Dreams, the teenage heroine Marina is preparing to enter college when the attempted coup of August 1991 brings terrifying, uncertain and volatile times for Marina, her friends, and the entire country.

Anya’s Story and Struggling to Survive are loosely based on events surrounding the tragedies of two Russian submarines: Komsomolets and Kursk.

Gray Shadows, the first book in my Russian bodyguard series, shows the darker side of Russian business and its inherent dangers. The setting is based on a small town in the Russian Arctic where I worked in the early 1990’s. The second book in the bodyguard series, In the Crosshairs, the second book in the series, has the same protagonist, Nikolai Volkov, but this time his adventure is more personal and the setting is a tropical town on the Black Sea. The events in both books come from my imagination and my research.

Twelve Months of a Soviet Childhood focuses on earlier years, 1970’s and 1980’s, when life in the Soviet Union seemed stable and happy, especially for kids shielded by their families from daily problems.

The Firebird, The Lollipop, Snowdrops, Grandma Witch, and Cinderella & Her Prince is a series of stories that put two American-born kids of Russian heritage  into the world of Russian fairy-tales where their decisions and actions change the outcomes of the traditional stories.










MAER WILSON: Kind, Humorous, & Savvy

Yet another member of ASMSG, Maer Wilson is, to me, a combination of great Fantasy talent and social media know-how. And generosity. Not only did she read and review one of my works early on without my asking her to, she featured me on her blog, then invited me to partake in her Myth Behaving Podcast Show, which gave me my first introduction to radio interviews.

I remember her humor, responsiveness, and kindness back then leading up to the podcast, all of which eased my nerves tremendously. For that, I will forever be grateful to her. So thank you, Maer, for all that you did for me and for your ongoing outstretched arms toward many other authors!

This is the Myth Behaving Podcast interview that she and her partner, Carla Clifton, did with me. If you do happen to listen, please forgive all my, “You know’s”. Ouch!



*** Named 2015 Fantasy Author of the Year (by Author Classifieds), Maer Wilson continues to delight readers with her Cozy Dark style, believable characters and dialogue, and plots with unexpected twists and turns.***

After a successful career being other people, and later teaching others the many tricks of that trade, Maer Wilson has decided to be herself for a while. Turns out she’s a writer. She’s always loved stories, especially fantasy, mystery and sci fi. Maer was born in the Year of the Dragon and has a dragon-themed room in her home, but sadly no dragons in the back yard. When she’s not writing, Maer plays online video games, teaches college and reads. Maer is a partner in Ellysian Press, a small publishing house. She also co-hosts the literary podcast MythBehaving. Maer lives in the high desert of Southern Nevada with her three dogs, a chihuahua and two poodles.

Maer’s books include the recent Apocalypta Z, as well as Relics, Portals, and Magics in the Modern Magics series. There are four prequel novelettes in the series – “Ghost Memory,” “Unwanted Ghost,” “Ghost Dancer” and “Wedding Ghost.” A recently released box set includes all the novelettes plus a new story, “Lost Ghost.” Maer recently contributed to, compiled and published the charity anthology, The Dark Dozen.

You can find all Maer’s books and novelettes at Amazon. For more info, you can visit Maer’s website at http://maerwilson.com/.


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I had to share this beautifully written post about the passing of P C Zick’s father along with her recycling of life. So touching…

P.C. Zick

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Today marks the 36th anniversary of my father’s death.

He passed away around noon on August 29, 1981. I find it difficult to comprehend–how could it be so long ago when it seems as if we last spoke only yesterday? But it has been that long. Recently, I wrote about the months leading up to his death because of the serendipity of life. I’m honored to have been a part of the circle of life as my family struggled to accept the passing of our leader. Here’s the story of that time.

I love you, Dad, and always will.


Written in 2017

One week in May in 1981, my family went from the depths of sorrow to the heights of joy.

It all began on Mother’s Day. But, in actuality, serendipitous events swirled behind the scenes unbeknownst to us gathered at my parents’ house to celebrate…

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LORD DAVID PROSSER = British Humor + Kindness + Generosity

I first came in contact with Lord David Prosser about four years ago through the support group, ASMSG. I found his books to be very funny and utterly charming, with that British dry wit we Americans envy to no end.

As a member of this group, imagine my surprise and delight when he invited me onto his blog at the drop of a hat. Once was lovely enough, but no, each time I had a new book out he made it extraordinarily clear he would not only feature me, he would help promote it up the Yin-Yang (which he did).

Modest and unassuming as he is, when I first mentioned I wanted to thank him on my blog at some point, he flat out told me not to bother. Well, dear David, here I am, ignoring your wishes, because truth be told, I feel I owe you too much not to!

With “massive hugs,” I thank you for all you have done for me and for many other authors. You’re a gem…




David Prosser was born in 1951 and worked for many years as a Local Government Officer before taking early retirement due to health problems. Finding it difficult to talk to people as a result of the illness he found himself in the situation of being housebound most of the time. In an effort to prove to himself he still had a value, he started The Buthidars, which is an all denomination, all colour, all creed group determined to better the world by Hugging. There is a site dedicated to this that welcomes all people who feel the World is better by forgetting our differences whilst celebrating the individuality of all peoples.

The next step was to remind the world of Edwardian style and beg the designers to recreate it in exchange for clothing that displays too much of next weeks washing. Let’s dress with some dignity!

Often heard are the words, life begins at 40. David is trying to show that life can get a kick-start at 60 too. He chose this age to sit and write his first novel, My Barchester Diary, a fictional look at the life of the gentry.

Book 2 which is also in diary form is a prequel telling of the days between gaining his title and now, when he performed the duties of an unofficial envoy to Her Majesty. There are times when confronted by women when it’s not sure if his stiff upper lip is enough to help him get by!

The third book, More Barsetshire Diary is a continuation of the first book. Lord David was volunteered to help the Dreaded Edna achieve an ambition. I this book he starts the job of making her more popular when Lady J volunteers his services to help Diana The Dowager Duchess of Cheam raise enough money to save her childhood home. Maybe he can do it with the help of the Toastie Tenors and the mysterious Eileen Dover.

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S.K.GREGORY – Who Introduced Me to Kindness & Horror


I first met the fine, amiable author, S. K. Gregory––or Samantha Gregory, as she is also known––through my former publisher, Mockingbird Lane Press. Even though our genres were vastly different, we reached out to one another, and I’m so glad we did.



She pens YA Horror, and it was through her excellent writing that I discovered an important fact. No matter the genre, if the characters are appealing, the plots page turning, and the prose well versed, that’s all that counts. As a fellow writer, that was a great lesson for me.


After a couple of years, I left Mockingbird Lane Press, but she continued to reach out to me, reading a couple of my books and reviewing them, then featuring me on her blog. So thank you, Sam, for your kindness and your talent!




I am a journalist, blogger and writer. I write horror, fantasy and YA novels. When I’m not writing, I offer free reviews through my website and paid promos for authors.


















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MARTA MERAJVER KURLAT: An Insightful Writer With a Warm, Global Reach

I met the lovely Marta Merajver Kurlat from Argentina about four years ago, through the support group ASMSG. Warm, generous, this author/professor not only fascinated me with her book, JUST TOSS THE ASHES, an insightful psychological study of grief, I was also very grateful for her reaching out to me. Being a relatively new writer and certainly a newbie member of this group, I was thrilled that she promoted my first two books and together with Jon Byk, gave me my first radio interview experience. Then, the more I found myself ‘learning the ropes’ on FB, the more I realized just how lovely she also was to so many people around the globe.

So thank you, dear Marta, for including me in your wide umbrella of love and support.

Her BIO:

I’ve always been reluctant to release my bio.

My motto is that a writer should speak through her works. However, I understand that you may be curious about the woman who became a writer. Born and raised in Buenos Aires, Argentina, I spent my early youth in Europe and America, studying and working, intent on feeling the pulse of life in countries very different from mine.

Greek mythology, in the shape of a book my father gave me on my eighth birthday, became my passion. From there I approached other ancient religions and discovered how humankind finds answers to appease its fears of what cannot be known.

With a degree in Translation and another in English Language and Literature, I experienced the joys of teaching high school in Argentina. At the same time, I had a long and most rewarding career at the Asociacion Argentina de Cultura Inglesa (Buenos Aires), where I was in charge of Cambridge examinations and lectured in Language, Contemporary Literature and Drama, Linguistics, Literary Translation and Simultaneous Translation.

San Diego State University G-TELP examinations for foreign students were my shared responsibility in Argentina and Uruguay from 1990 to 2003. In my thirties, I enrolled at the School of Psychology, Universidad de Buenos Aires, and was soon fascinated by the psychoanalytic approach. Several prestigious psychoanalytical associations have invited me to guest-lecture.

My love of languages drove me to learn French, German, and Italian. As an addict to reading, I enjoyed reading my favorite authors in the original versions. I have translated countless books and papers from and into English. Translation involves the rewrite of a text, and offers excellent lessons in self-discipline and conciseness. When I started writing, all of the above stood me in good stead.








SUSAN TARR – A Truly Kind Lady With a Seriously Droll Wit

Having met Susan Tarr in both ASMSG and eNovelAuthorsAtWork, I have not only  appreciated how many times she has FB shared and tweeted about my books, interviews, and features, but also all she has done for so many other authors as well. In short, she is always there for us. I have also admired how she was able to write such a powerful and heart wrenching book as When The Rollercoaster Stops then switch gears to pen the hilarious Jack: Just an Ordinary dog in the Dog House, and never miss a beat.


But more than that, what I’ve come to treasure are our private FB conversations, where her fine, dry sense of humor usually runs rampant (on more than one occasion she has made me laugh so hard, I’ve almost choked on my coffee) and her great compassion for people in general always shines through. Our easy back-and-forth banter and discussions about life have always made me feel safe enough to discuss absolutely anything with her. So thank you, dear Susan, for your kindness, your insights, and your marvelously droll, New Zealand sense of humor that never fails to raise my spirits and simultaneously, center me. OOPS! Dear me, I meant to write humoUr, with that British “U”!










Her Bio and Amazon Page

Susan Tarr has been writing for 25 years, drawing on her international travels, work within the NZ tourism industry, and her work in various psychiatric hospitals within New Zealand.

She lived in Kenya, East Africa, for some years where she began her family. Although she writes from personal experience, she also uses anecdotal information from conversations and other peoples’ stories, resulting in her characters taking on a life of their own and becoming larger than life. She enjoys a wide variety of personalities.

Susan says, “As I write their stories, my characters will often lead me to places I couldn’t imagine. So I relax and let them form as they will. I am passionate about my writing and I usually have three books on the go at any one time.”

New Zealand Creative Arts Awards 2012

2016 1st prize Literary Fiction award.






Gotta Love Those GIVEAWAYS! “Listen to Your Heart Event” June 16th & 17th

LISTEN TO YOUR HEART Event, organized by the Best Selling Award Winning author, UVI POZNANSKY  WHEN? Friday, June 16th and Saturday, June 17th, 2017!

IN HER OWN WORDS: “My author friends have joined forces with me to bring you amazing stories. Looking for a something to read on a spring night? Come listen to these audiobooks. You may win one of them!”


Click on the picture to go to the FB Page where you can see which audio books are being offered




Click on the picture on your RIGHT to get a TASTE of my audio book, SEWING CAN BE DANGEROUS and Other Small Threads


Here it to BUY on AUDIBLE:





The afternoon dragged on. Sasha found that by concentrating only on the rhythm of the sewing machines, she could block out her misery, at least for a little while. Closing her eyes and listening intently, she could almost hear the tapping of a marching band: click, click, slam-slam-slam, whoosh- whoosh, rattle-rattle went the machines. Soon, the entire factory room pulsed.

By 4:45 p.m., the whistle blew as if by magic, signaling the end of the workday and going home to face another round with Moshe. Turning off her machine, Sasha stood up, took a deep breath, and steeling herself, tried to remember the good people in her life, like Irma and Gladie, and of course, little Jacob.

Three steps forward, she smelled smoke.

Girls on the opposite end of the floor next to the windows were beginning to scream in a panicked chorus and someone, suddenly streaking past her, cried out, “Fire! Fire!” Still, she remained paralyzed, her arms and legs like lead, her mouth filled with a bitter, chalky taste. Then the adrenaline hit her and she broke into a dead run.

Dark gray swirls of smoke were seeping in from under the doorway cracks while dozens of girls stampeded past the sewing room, heading towards the elevator shafts or stairwells and ending up crushed together against the in-going only doorways. Hysteria rendered each girl strong. No matter how hard she tried, Sasha couldn’t push her way through the group of flailing arms and legs, so she about-faced to explore other escape routes.

Outside on the street, a man walking by pointed upward and shouted, “Look at the smoke coming out of the Triangle building!”

“Yeah, it looks like it’s comin’ from the top floors! What’s that coming outa the windows? Looks like bolts of fabric! Old Man Blanck must really want to save his precious cloth!” a woman chimed in.

“Yeah. Wait! Wait a minute!” the man continued. “That’s not bolts of fabric—they’re—they’re—oh, God in Heaven!”

The cynical woman let out a blood-curdling shriek.

As a large crowd gathered, all eyes were glued towards the 9th and 10th floors in time to see several blackened girls in smoldering dresses hurling themselves towards the ground to join the six bodies already strewn across the sidewalk, limp, broken.

Engine Company 72 clanged around the corner and ground to a halt, but the mounting piles of corpses made it impossible for the hose wagon to get close enough to be effective. Desperate firemen started handing out bucket after filled water bucket to the foreman, some male tailors, and anyone else available, so they could run back into the building to douse out the flames. When all twenty-seven buckets were emptied, it became all too painfully obvious; the fire was completely out of control.

A few soot-streaked firemen tried to stretch out a safety net to catch one girl’s fall, but before all four corners were taut enough, three more girls had jumped seconds behind her, the weight of all four ripping the net as they landed hard against the pavement. The stunned men grabbed a nearby horse blanket to try to cushion the fall of another girl, but she, too, flew down with such force, her charred body split the blanket in two, hitting the cement with a loud thud.

Up on the tenth floor, more and more girls were desperately trying to scramble down the fire escapes. Gripping the iron ladders, terror made them ignore the steam hissing out between their fingers until suddenly, yelping in pain, they let go, gliding like flying squirrels towards the ground.

Inside the building was pandemonium. Clouds of thick, bulbous smoke blinded Sasha, stinging her eyes and rendering her throat raw until she got down on her hands and knees and managed to crawl towards the elevator shaft, praying both Joe Zitto and Joe Gaspar might still be on duty. Sure enough, the elevator was working, but it kept stopping on the eighth floor below her. She could hear Joe Zitto frantically working the metal levers, shouting up to anyone within earshot, “I can only get to the eighth floor! The ninth and tenth floors are blocked off! Get to the eighth floor and I’ll take ya’s down.”

She managed to get to the eighth floor using one of the few stairwell exit doors not engulfed in flames, but once there, found too many crazed girls jammed together, calling out for the elevator. Joe Gaspar came up next, but could only squeeze in twelve to fifteen girls at a time. Between the two men, they made fifteen to twenty trips each, but with each trip, the girls’ clutches and cries weakened as their coughing from all the smoke inhalation overwhelmed them.

“Come on, Sasha, come wid me to da westa door. We can getta through dere!” She recognized Irma Delacina by voice only. The girl covered in head-to-toe soot and sizzling clothes standing next to her, looked nothing like the kind, smiling girl she had hugged just hours before. She attempted to reach out and grab her, but Irma was already halfway across the hallway, heading toward a door that Sasha knew to be locked. She called out after her friend, but Irma either wasn’t listening or couldn’t hear over the din of howls.

Careening around the corner from Great Jones Street, Engine Company 33 shuddered to a full stop in front of the burning building, drawing hurrahs from a crowd that naturally assumed any back up would bring miracles. But their cheers soon turned to cries of horror when everyone realized the hoses could only reach the seventh floor, leaving the upper floors of the factory engulfed in flames.

Back on the tenth floor, Sasha viewed her options. She could see three male cutters across the room running towards an open window, and decided to go with them. She didn’t get far. Oxidation from the fire had turned the tenth floor into a time bomb, and as bolts of fabric imploded into popping blazes, she was knocked off her feet and onto the floor.

Dazed, she tried to get up, then fell back, unable to move.

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt. I am happy to give away free copies of the complete audio of SEWING CAN BE DANGEROUS! Hope you’re one of the winners!!


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P J FIALA – The Motorcycle Mama with a Big Heart

Several years ago I met the best selling, motorcycle packing author P J Fiala–once again, through the support group, ASMSG. Her great character-driven books were not only highly absorbing, they were also my first foray into the world of steamy romance. In hindsight, I realize now how much reading her books had me spoiled. Never overly done nor ultra poetic like so many of the books of that ilk, she writes from the heart, and in doing so, manages to write explicit love making scenes that are authentic, touching, and sexy!


But it was also some of her other qualities that I came to highly value. She not only read and reviewed all of my books, she invited me several times onto her blog and was always there, ready to support me as well as many others, in whatever we needed. In addition, I have also much appreciated our mutual interest and discussions about the 1930s, when gangsters and their molls ruled supreme. So thank you so much, Patti, for having such a big, welcoming heart. Now, go out and ride that motorcycle of yours!!



Amazon Bio:

Top 5 Best Seller.
I am a wife of thirty years, a mother of four grown children and the grandmother of four lovely grandchildren. When not writing a new story, I can be found riding my motorcycle and exploring this fabulous country of ours. My writing revolves around people anyone would love to spend time with. No self-absorbed billionaires for me.
Earning my Bachelor’s Degree later in life fulfilled a dream for me. Then, I found the courage to write and I haven’t looked back. I have several published books and continue to write daily. I have served as the VP of Communications for WisRWA and devote a large amount of my time to helping other authors slog their way through this thing called publishing. I love to hear from fans, so look me up and touch base.
I come from a family of veterans. My grandfather, father, brother, two of my sons, and one daughter-in-law are all veterans. Needless to say, I am proud to be an American and proud of the service my amazing family has given.

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EFFROSYNI MOSCHOUDI: WGAS (Warm, Giving, & Supportive)

I first met this lovely, eclectic literary author through the support group, eNovelAuthorsAtWork. From the start, I was taken by her warmth and kindness to people there. She was even gushier than I am! Then, after having read and reviewed one of my books, she reached out and invited me onto her blog. At the time, I was tickled when she INSISTED that she wanted photos of not only of me and my books, but also from my varied background––my art quilts, my calligraphy, my craft angels, and my current cat, “June-bug”. Not only was that inclusive of her, I will be forever grateful for it. Why? It reminded me that although I was a relative newbie in the publishing world compared to many of the authors I was being exposed to, I realized that I had, indeed, been creative for most of my adult life. So thank you, dear Fros, for that and for all the support and love you radiate throughout the world from your native Greece!!

Amazon Bio: 

Effrosyni Moschoudi was born and raised in Athens, Greece. As a child, she loved to sit alone in her garden scribbling rhymes about flowers, butterflies and ants. Today, she writes books for people who love all things Greek. Her historical romance,

The Ebb, is an ABNA Q-Finalist. Her novels are Amazon bestsellers, having hit #1 several times. She lives in a quaint seaside town near Athens with her husband Andy and a naughty cat called Felix, but her mind forever drifts to her beloved Greek island of Corfu.

What others say about Effrosyni’s books:
“Effrosyni layers her words on the page like music.”~Jackie Weger, author of The House on Persimmon Road
“Very few writers have such a gift for realism.”~Kelly Smith Reviews






















Effrosyni is the MASTER of great, step-by-step information, as well as helpful resource links. Here is her site for AUTHORS. Check it out:


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http://www.effrosinimoss.wordpress.com (Greek recipes and books!)

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