Saturday, February 29, 2020

Murder, Just Because Book Tour

MURDER, JUST BECAUSE by author Yolanda Renée is on tour from April 1st to May 1st, 2020. There will be reviews, guest posts by the author or a character, Q&As with the author or a character, excerpts, a Top 10 list, and spotlights. Book formats offered for review include paperback, Mobi, ePub, and PDF. There will also be an awesome tour-wide giveaway.

To sign up for the tour, click HERE.
About Murder, Just Because:
It was a matter of beginner’s luck, but rookie detective Steven Quaid’s career and reputation as an elite investigator skyrocketed when he captured one of the most sadistic serial killers in Alaskan history: Stowy Jenkins, AKA the Snowman. But that was ten years ago.

And now…Jenkins is back. Escaped from prison and on the move, his bloodlust is stronger than ever, and his methods of torture are even more horrifying than before. As his bloody rampage continues and the number of mutilated bodies mounts, terrified Alaskans increasingly doubt Quaid’s ability to catch the killer again. The detective’s reputation is on the line, and he’s going to need a lot more than luck, because this time, Jenkins is driven by more than the thrill of a random kill.

This time, it’s more personal. He’s out for revenge…and his ultimate target is Quaid. In a deadly game of cat-and-mouse, Jenkins starts picking off the people in Quaid’s life…slowly, gradually tightening his circle of corpses and drawing ever closer to the most important person in Quaid’s life…his wife. Can Quaid do the impossible again? Can he outmaneuver the killer, or has the detective’s luck finally run out?
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Monday, February 17, 2020

Your Favorite Genre?

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The Snowman’s cruelty knows no bounds, 

but the object of his hate knows no fear.


Stowy lolled in his basement bedroom in his underwear, lazily browsing the Internet in a half-hearted attempt to catch up on the local news. Most of it was boring, boring, boring, but one tidbit caught his attention. The corners of his mouth curved upward, and then he laughed out loud.

“So, Quaid’s on his honeymoon and won’t be back to work until after the new year, huh? Oh, we’ll just see about that. I’ve got some mighty fine surprises in store for you, Mr. Big Shot. For you and your bride.”
“Stowy, breakfast is ready!” his mother yelled down the steps.

With a growl, he jumped up and raced upstairs. “Dammit! How many times do I have to tell you not to yell my name? What if a neighbor hears you?” He knocked her sideways with a sharp slap. “Don’t do it again!”

“I’m sorry,” she said, gently rubbing her cheek. “I forgot. Having you here is like old times. I’m just so happy.”

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but I bet you know someone who will!

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my Alaskan Murder Series.

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A Passion for Murder

Friday, February 14, 2020

Happy Anniversary!


A Valentine's wish for true believers
and non-believers alike.
Something for everyone!


a warm shower
soapy lather
bubbles and spray
intimate touches
stolen kisses
playful caresses
intensity rises
trembling anticipation
tender touches
probing tongues
insistent moans
verbal requests
irresistible demands
voiced joy
pulsations overwhelm
screams of delight
release imminent
a warm shower
soapy lather
bubbles and spray
love unbridled.


Engine 7 4 0 5 9

Seven years we were wed
Five million tears now shed
I pushed you in a rage
Not realizing I'd be caged
Onto the tracks, you fell
At the clang of the engine's bell

That moment's a blur
But witnesses concur
Zero friends have rallied
Their votes I have tallied
Instead, to her they throng
There is nowhere I belong

Two lives' you transformed
On that train platform
My heart was broken
When loves loss was spoken
For I alone held deed
To all your desires and needs

Nine days till the hangman's noose
Did she seduce
These thoughts I still ponder
For time, I can squander
Were you smitten
Did she make your heart quicken

My only regret
I couldn't kill Yvette
But if curses are true
She'll soon be blue
Her breath I'll steal
Your money made the deal

I want your pardon
To walk in heavens garden
Will you find it in your heart
Will death mean a new start
Or has destiny showed
Hell, as our new abode?



To be free.
To travel.
To taste the best liquor.
To eat the finest food.
To laugh,
just to laugh.
To smile twenty-four-seven.
To touch
and be touched.
To see you
and have you see me.
To hear you say the words,
and then. . .
To walk away – and never look back.



You don’t know me
—yet you found me.
How could you reach me
—so profoundly?
No one is allowed
—that near.

Was it your words?
—Prose that inspired.
Stirred feelings long ago
Now denied
—forever decried.

Now I must find a new place
—to hide.
A place even
—words can’t find.
In the darkness so deep.
Neither prose nor light nor
—love will keep.
Yolanda Renée © 2020

Yes, we do more than murder here. 😊
Pictures are a bouquet of roses from my husband.
This post is dedicated to him – Happy Anniversary!

Monday, February 10, 2020

What is Horror

Sunrise the morning of a storm.
Yolanda Renée © 2020


Horror is
life – without purpose
love – unrequited
cruelty – without retaliation
work – with no joy
a question – with no answer
hate – misdirected
dysfunction – without family
inspiration – without an artist.
True horror is depression.
A black pit – and no visible escape.

Yolanda Renee © 2015

What's your definition of Horror?

Wednesday, February 5, 2020

IWSG - Inspiration from Art

Before I took my long hiatus, my blog Defending the Pen had been part of the IWSG since 2008. But since I'm going back to posting author interviews every Monday there - I decided to post my insecurities on this blog. I want to give the author represented there, a full week of exposure for their work.

Just so you know, my insecurities are the same. Even though I have 6 published books, and have had two of my stories accepted for two of the IWSG anthologies, I still wonder about my writing abilities. This time I was ready to quit, ready to just walk away, then I read one of my short stories. 

And I thought, wow, I can write. LOL Yeah, sometimes it takes a kick in the pants. But it gave me the push to publish my last book and to get back to blogging. Besides, I tried painting, but after seeing the work of a horse in New York, I was convinced I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of ever succeeding as an artist. LOL

So, I've dusted myself off, and I'm back in the game - for good this time, well, with shorter breaks anyway. :) 

Don't forget to visit the website:
Insecure Writer’s Support Group Website!!!

February 5 question - Has a single photo or work of art ever inspired a story? What was it and did you finish it? 

Most definitely, every Wednesday a new writing prompt is posted on the Friday Fictioneers Blog site run by Rochelle Wisoff

When I first began participating it was a photo prompt and the challenge was to write a flash in 100 words. It was/is great fun. If you're looking for a great challenge, try it!

Here's my first try from July 2, 2015.


Dad took me to the ant farm. Even spray-painted my initials on the 63' Sedan. Dad loved his baby-blue caddy. I remember him racing, doing crazy eights, and how I choked on the dust cloud swirling like a comet tale as he drove away that fateful day.

Memories of him tinkering, washing, and polishing Abby, a car, my namesake, are all I have left. That and a few faded photographs. A handsome man. The ladies loved him. Did he ever love anyone?

Mom married Hank, a mean son-of-a-bitch.

Stuffing Hank's carcass in the tail of that monument somehow seems apropos.

100 words
Yolanda Renee © 2015

Don't forget February means a new 
writing challenge from the WEP