Reviewers Wanted!

Who here would be interested in reviewing my latest novel LIVING THE DREAM? I am looking for intelligent clear thinking, articulate writers who would like to review my book and have me write reviews for theirs. Are you a published writer? An author? If so, get in touch and let me know why you think this would work for us both okay? I’ll send you a kindle ready version of the novel and links to where it’s available online.
Thanks and let me know,

Sarah

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Googling your own books is fun!

Createspace estore. https://www.createspace.com/5266256

In Santa Fe, NM: http://www.santafe.com/authors/sarah-leamy

On youtube, you can see videos of my home, animals, land rovers and even an interview! https://www.youtube.com/user/sarahleamy

Well, that should keep you going for a while, right? Thanks for looking! Take care, s

Radio Interview podcast for Living The Dream!

Honey Harris at KBAC just posted the link to the podcast from yesterdays interview. I haven’t listened yet. I thought it best to just post it first! Thanks Honey, KBAC and SantaFe.com for all your support over the years.

Which chapter is this from?

“Maybe walking to town wasn’t such a great idea.”

We huddled in the shade of a half dead tree. Mark’s nose was lobster red. My tongue stuck to my lips. The heat was relentless. I’d not slept well. Mark had a hangover. What a perfect first day in New Mexico, eh?

We’d spent the morning making plans, what to buy, what we needed, where to set up the tent – that kind of thing. Oh, and ice, we needed ice. I’d suggested walking to Oliver.

It hadn’t seemed that far in the truck, going as slow and steady as we’d driven, I’d figured a few miles at most. Now though was a whole different perspective.

We passed the dead dog again. For some reason, we both walked up close and examined the body closely.

“A boy,” said Mark with authority. He poked the body with a stick of dried cactus. I’d kept back in case it stank. It didn’t. My curiosity drove me nearer. I noticed the tuxedo style of white chest and black body. White paws on three feet. Thick dense fur and a long scrawny tail, the dog was pretty odd looking I have to say. I nodded wisely.

“Yep, a boy.”

We carried on walking for another ten minutes before taking a break. The water bottle was empty by then. I noticed that Mark’s navy blue shirt had large wet rings under his armpits. Mark looked at me strangely when he noticed me staring. “I hear something.”
“Uh huh.” I rolled my eyes.
“No, seriously. I can hear a car or a truck or something. Come on.” He stepped back out into the full day sun. June at midday was not going to be my favorite time of year, I decided. I followed my boyfriend and we started walking once more. The thought of a beer at the tavern kept me going, sort of.

Radio time with Honey Harris!

Interview with Honey on KBAC on March 11th at 10.30 am. Listen in at 98.1 if you are in Santa Fe or go to SantaFe.com for a live stream.

Honey is an amazing supporter of local writers, organizations and musicians. Well worth getting to know her show, hear her stories and find out about local and traveling creative people. Thanks Honey for all your love over the years!

http://www.santafe.com/authors/sarah-leamy