Lynda Kaye Frazier, USA Today Best Selling Author

    Hosted by Debdatta Dasgupta Sahay   http://www.b00kr3vi3ws.in/ We all start with a dream. A love of reading, and a passion for writing. I know my love for reading started young. It was my escape from life's demons. But my dream of becoming a writer came many years later and started with a dream. Literally, I woke up one morning after such a vivid dream and had to write it down. That was the beginning of my journey, how about you? when did you fall in love with reading, or realize you had a story inside you that needed to be told. Help me celebrate this amazing day with my two new releases. My first is a story near to me heart. It brings light to a dilemma that is more wide spread then any of us can see, child abuse. I share a little of my own personal journey through the eyes of my heroine.  If I Knew Then Young Adult She dreamed of a life of freedom—one filled with love that didn’t come with a price…  Angel O’Hare fought to keep he...

It's that time again and this year I'm going to be very busy. I plan on completing three projects: 1. Finishing my edits on the stories I pitched last month at  the conference so I can submit them.  Last Chance to Run: What if you found out the daughter you buried was alive and being held captive by a man you thought you killed? Ron Daily gave everything he had to the FBI. It was his life since his daughter’s death. Then his world crashed in around him when he’s told the terrorist he thought he destroyed staged her death. As obstacles mount against his daughter, he forms an alliance with another agent, a stubborn redhead with links to a secret from his past. Can he fight feelings for a woman that will never love him once she finds out the truth?  2. Complete the edits on my YA, If I Knew Then and send them back to my publisher Angel dreamed of a life of freedom. One filled with love that didn’t come with a price.  Sh e hid the pain until Jax ent...

                Let me start by saying I love Stephen King. He's a talented, gifted writer, and an amazing person. But I have yet to read one of his books to the end.                        They scare the daylights out of me. It's not that I haven't tried. I have. I even own eight of them. His writing is just so descriptive, and realistic, that I end up with nightmares. Who wants to have clowns invade your dreams, or have a car chase you into a nightmare from hell. As a writer I strive to be just like him. His readers are loyal and they count the days until his next one is released. I know, I live with one.  I want to have a shelf like this one filled with my books some day. Stephen King knows his craft. His books are well written and show the long hours he puts into them with the physical and emotional details in each one.         ...

                     As I write this post, my heart is breaking. we lost an amazing Actor today.                                Some say he committed suicide, I say Depression killed him. Discussing Depression is like talking about Politics or Religion. Everyone has an opinion. Some see it as an excuse, others see it as a true medical condition. When I'm asked if I think depression is a real, I ask them if they think Chronic fatigue is, or even Postpartum illnesses.                                           You can't see them, but they can be felt. Whether it's physical, or mental, it's still pain. and it can destroy your will to go on. I know. I've had friends battle this, and family members that have fought, and won.     ...

                                          A Child should be seen, not heard. Who truly believes that? I don't. Children have a voice, we should encourage them to use it. Not hide behind their silence. Abuse comes in many forms . The most visible, physical . The next one we are familiar with is verbal but the one we cannot forget is emotional .  I am very familiar with the last two. I spent many years hiding behind a mask, never feeling like I was worthy, then being reminded of all my faults, and why I would never go anywhere in life by someone who wore a bigger mask then I did.  We look at our society and wonder what happened. Why is little Mary always crying and why is little Johnny so angry all the time.  If you fill a child's life with anger and disappointment then that's all they will know. You can't raise a child on nothing but negativity. I...

When I think of the ABC's, I think about children. The many hours spent playing games and singing songs so they could learn these amazing letters. It was so much fun, but for some it's  source of pain.                                           April is national Child Abuse Month. That is why I combined the remaining letters so my post can stay up for a week. Child Abuse comes in many forms. Physical, verbal, emotional, neglect of basic needs including love. Can you imagine living without the security of knowing someone is there to love and protect you?  Feeling that you need to try and be perfect? Afraid to make mistakes? Abuse does not always leave physical scars. I know, that's why I became a child advocate, and a foster parent. I wanted to make sure children knew that learning their ABC's can be fun, without the fear of making mistakes.  If you ...

                     My sale was to end on the 16th but because of all the winter storms, and power outages a lot of my blog hosts were without the internet, so we are going to party on until the 28th.                     Rescued From the Dark                                                   Just turned one To celebrate this amazing day I am going to be giving away book marks, key chains, e-books and an amazing Basket. Of course your basket will be filled with love, I just thought these were so cute that I had to                                       share. The party started today and will run through the         ...

As I got older, my eyes got weaker. Something I blamed on age. It never crossed my mind that it was my lifestyle. Boy was I wrong. I went to the doctor, and had an eye opening experience. No pun intended. I work during the day as an ultrasound tech, which means I am in front of a computer, with the lights dimmed for eight hours. Then at night I’m in front of the computer working on my next story. Doesn't sound too bad, right? Well, I found out how wrong my lifestyle was for my eyes. I was told that my eyes had weakened over the last six months, mainly due to overuse, and strain. Now I understand strain, but how do you overuse your eyes? I can’t take them out, or elevate them with an ice bag. I know, bad medical humor but I couldn't help it. After some research, and a long lecture from my ophthalmologist, I found out that my eyes will continue to get worse unless I make some changes. I love my job, and I love to write, as do so many of you. So I’m go...

I 'm working on a few stories right now and thought I'd take a moment and share a little excerpt from each one.  This first one is from   Last Chance to Run.  The second one in 'The Guardians of Hope Series.   Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she inched along the wall to the edge.  Tracy  stopped and peered around the corner. The truck was there, just like Pat promised. All  Tracy  needed to do was make it across the compound and past the main house. A loud explosion rocked the ground beneath her, Pat’s diversion worked. All the guards headed towards the bunkers. With only a few minutes to spare, it was now or never.  Tracy  took off in a dead run. She was only seconds from freedom when the front door of the house flew open. Not looking back she pushed her aching legs harder. They would not catch her, not again. Another explosion vibrated the wet grass, pushing her faster. Muffled popping echoed in her ears as bull...