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Touch

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Buckle your seatbelts and prepare for an exhilarating journey set in our nation’s capital where professionals indulge in more than their six figure careers. Through an erotic world of fantasy that almost crumbles at the hands of a sexual predator and serial killer, the shocking pasts of five individuals cross, and the page turning mystery that is Touch is told. Sidney, Nina, and Jade are three best friends from very different backgrounds who are active participants in the lifestyle, an exclusive underground swinger’s network, where professionals secretly gather to satisfy their carnal desires. When well known local celebrity and event planner Marcel Bennett is found brutally murdered after a lavish event, the connection to a series of serial killings is made and threatens to shake their foundation. Kenny aka “King”, is the troubled yet artistically talented younger brother of Sidney who is determined to shake his country roots and the demons he left behind. Will a gripping fear of success and mental baggage be his ultimate downfall or just the push he needs to move forward? Enter Devine, a local upscale health club owner, who just may be ready to settle down but not before being faced with demons from his own past including secrets held by his overbearing father, a high profiled city councilman. Watch as their pasts cross and their futures are forever altered when the mind blowing conclusion to this thrilling mystery unfolds, leaving you clinging to the edge of your seat.

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  • Author Envy Red
  • Publisher Red Door Books
  • Published Date 1/1/2011
  • ISBN 9780578072692

The day I decided to bypass the obscure path of literary agents and often closed doors of huge publishing houses and take my chances on the complex journey to self publishing, I knew it would be one filled with challenges. However, in my heart of hearts I knew I was up for the challenge. From start to finish, responsibility for every detail major or minute lie in my hands. I was the head chief in charge, ready to face the journey with my head in the clouds and full of dreams that I just knew I was prepared to see through reality. I was going to be an overnight star! Well not exactly but I was going to "dream big and do bigger" was the motto I lived by.

With two children, a full time job, the makings of a 2nd master's degree in full progress, and the obstacles of every day life on my back, I knew it would not be easy. However, with a little extra time management and a large dose of determination I knew the finish line would soon be on the horizon.

For many  new authors like myself the joy of picking up a pen, or with the help of modern day technology, pulling out your laptop and pecking away on that keyboard, can soon be overshadowed when faced with the tedious and often stressful task of transitioning that work from one's own format to one that is suitable for everyday readers.

One of the first questions that may scare authors and block a potentially great body of work from becoming reality is the age old question of finance. What is my budget? Do I truly self publish by creating my own small press, and purchasing my own ISBN? Or do I send query letters to as many agents as possible in hopes that someone will bite and in turn present my dreams to the big publishing houses? Will I hit the jackpot and receive the mega deal of a lifetime? Do I take my chances with a smaller publishing house who may have more time to commit to my project? Do I go after them myself without the help of an agent? The latter will put less hands in the pot but possibly cripple my negotiating leverage. Do I use a vanity publisher? How do I reach distributors? Is on demand printing for me? How do I begin to lay this interior and cover out myself or do I hire a professional designer?  What is my marketing strategy and budget?  How do I target and reach my audience? What is the value of press releases and how do I gain a contact list? How do I book my tour schedule? Can I afford to make appearances that are non-local? If not how do I creatively get around that road block? Overwhelmed yet?

The bad news is that these questions only begin to touch the surface of what should be important questions raised when the writing stops and the hard work begins. The good news is that it can be done and the reward for success can be great. Having gone through the process of self publishing and the continued journey to make my novel "Touch" a reality, I am prepared to keep trekking until that writer's block ceases to exist. This journey is mines to make exactly what I want of it. I am in the drivers seat. If you are contemplating making that same journey my advice is to research as much as you can and make informed decisions before heading out on your own path. Together we will reach the finish line until the next time when the next great idea takes flight and we begin the journey all over again from creativity to fruition.

~Envy~

The day I decided to bypass the obscure path of literary agents and often closed doors of huge publishing houses and take my chances on the complex journey to self publishing, I knew it would be one filled with challenges. However, in my heart of hearts I knew I was up for the challenge. From start to finish, responsibility for every detail major or minute lie in my hands. I was the head chief in charge, ready to face the journey with my head in the clouds and full of dreams that I just knew I was prepared to see through reality. I was going to be an overnight star! Well not exactly but I was going to "dream big and do bigger" was the motto I lived by.

With two children, a full time job, the makings of a 2nd master's degree in full progress, and the obstacles of every day life on my back, I knew it would not be easy. However, with a little extra time management and a large dose of determination I knew the finish line would soon be on the horizon.

For many  new authors like myself the joy of picking up a pen, or with the help of modern day technology, pulling out your laptop and pecking away on that keyboard, can soon be overshadowed when faced with the tedious and often stressful task of transitioning that work from one's own format to one that is suitable for everyday readers.

One of the first questions that may scare authors and block a potentially great body of work from becoming reality is the age old question of finance. What is my budget? Do I truly self publish by creating my own small press, and purchasing my own ISBN? Or do I send query letters to as many agents as possible in hopes that someone will bite and in turn present my dreams to the big publishing houses? Will I hit the jackpot and receive the mega deal of a lifetime? Do I take my chances with a smaller publishing house who may have more time to commit to my project? Do I go after them myself without the help of an agent? The latter will put less hands in the pot but possibly cripple my negotiating leverage. Do I use a vanity publisher? How do I reach distributors? Is on demand printing for me? How do I begin to lay this interior and cover out myself or do I hire a professional designer?  What is my marketing strategy and budget?  How do I target and reach my audience? What is the value of press releases and how do I gain a contact list? How do I book my tour schedule? Can I afford to make appearances that are non-local? If not how do I creatively get around that road block? Overwhelmed yet?

The bad news is that these questions only begin to touch the surface of what should be important questions raised when the writing stops and the hard work begins. The good news is that it can be done and the reward for success can be great. Having gone through the process of self publishing and the continued journey to make my novel "Touch" a reality, I am prepared to keep trekking until that writer's block ceases to exist. This journey is mines to make exactly what I want of it. I am in the drivers seat. If you are contemplating making that same journey my advice is to research as much as you can and make informed decisions before heading out on your own path. Together we will reach the finish line until the next time when the next great idea takes flight and we begin the journey all over again from creativity to fruition.

~Envy~

Red Door Books

 

Contact: Danielle Hutchinson                                                          FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Tel:        202-256-5076

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Web:      http://envyred.com

 

CANCER SURVIVOR AND LOCAL NON-PROFIT BOARD MEMBER LAUNCHES AGGRESSIVE CHARITABLE MARKETING CAMPAIGN WITH DEBUT NOVEL RELEASE “TOUCH”

 

Author Seeks Nominations of Local Charities Making a Difference in Their Community to Spotlight, Raise Money, and Create Awareness of Their Cause Through Envy Red's Project REVEAL

 

Washington, DC, Dec 1, 2010-- It is a known fact that cancer is the second leading cause of death in the U.S. and that across the country there are over 660,000 reported homeless victims with 2.5-3.5 million individuals reporting being homeless at least one night during the course of a year. While these facts are devastating, there are many statistics that are just as shocking when various causes are given exposure. Because of this Envy Red has decided to take a stance and take a grassroots approach to giving starting with her debut novel “Touch” scheduled to be released on January 1, 2011.

Philanthropy is an embedded mission of her publishing company Red Door Books which has made a commitment to donate 10% of each book sale of the gripping mystery “Touch” to the selected charity through a campaign entitled Project REVEAL. Individuals and companies may nominate their charitable organization through the author’s official website where the selected cause will be announced and the progress of the campaign will be updated on a continuous basis.

The aggressive plan seeks to reveal the unique issues facing these organizations by providing 60 days of complete and dedicated coverage to the selected charity. Upon approval of any necessary paperwork, Red Door Books and author Envy Red will promote the chosen cause and educate the public through various events and interviews during the author’s event schedule. In addition, provided literature and marketing material will be distributed to fans, sponsors, and industry leaders. The goal is to spotlight a total of six deserving charities within the course of a calendar year beginning on the book’s release date.

While writing the debut novel “Touch”, author Envy Red was diagnosed with a very rare form of cancer which inspired her to use the novel, to help promote awareness and raise funds for those touched by various forms of the disease.

As a board member of Homebound Citizens Non-Profit, Envy Red is no stranger to charitable work. The local non-profit that assists homebound and disabled citizens, recently launched a campaign aimed at creating a much needed food pantry and homeless shelter in Southern Maryland’s Charles County.

Through these charities and the promotional awareness of other worthy platforms, the journey to help others shall be realized one cause at a time.

If you would like more information or to nominate your charity for this campaign, please contact Danielle Hutchinson at 202-256-5076 or email This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it .Visit www.envyred.com to learn more about the program and to make your nomination today.

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 Touch

By: Envy Red

 

 

Prologue
Birmingham, AL June 1989
The howling of the wind and the crack of lightening that followed could not mask the sounds of pure pain and misery that my father's beating was placing on my mother.
"Carolyn, you stupid whore I know you are messing around on me!" he screamed.
"Earl I would never do such a thing. I promise," she stuttered while spitting out blood from her freshly split lip.
"Please he was just saying hello baby I'm sorry." "You will be you dirty cunt of a woman," he slurred.
Alcohol was his demon of choice and it constantly flowed through his veins just as pure as water. The slap that followed or her heinous scream thereafter should have cut right through the thunder and woke the neighbors but my aunt's pleading was the only sign of mercy that God was showing my mother on that stormy summer's night.
"Earl please don't do this! The children are asleep!" Aunt Vivian pleaded.
Aunt Vivi is what we called her. She was my mother's identical twin. Like my mother, she had smooth caramel skin with long jet
black hair. Unlike my mother who pulled hers back in a tight bun except when washing it, and often let me brush it with her big wooden paddle brush for hours, she relaxed hers and let its length hang over her shoulders. She was always a frail petite woman standing 4'11" at best but overflowing with life.
She gave us a lot of candy. Boston Baked Beans were my favorite. My brother, on the other hand, loved him some lemon heads from the bebop lady who sold everything from chips, to pickles, to shaved ice loaded with cherry/blue raspberry flavoring on top. From this special frozen treat that the neighborhood kids called "bebops," for reasons that remain a mystery, is where she got her name "bebop lady." My mother never let us eat candy so having Aunt Vivi come visit was always a joy.
While referring to herself as a city gal who happened to be born in Bama, she loved to tell us stories about life in our nation's capital Washington, DC. With nothing but go karts and dirt roads to entertain us when we visited extended family in Tarrant, we listened eagerly to her tales of shopping sprees and city living with Aunt Jennifer, the oldest of three girls and one boy. Our Uncle Eugene was the youngest and ran off to the army as soon as he was of age to escape the south. Eventually he married and settled in Washington DC where he made a military career.
They constantly pleaded with my mother to move us there. Everyone knew our family's dark secret but it was not discussed as far as I knew. My mother would always say "I'm a southern gal and the south is where I'm staying."
I never had the heart to tell her that technically Washington, DC is the south. At least that's what my social studies teacher Ms. Greene told me.
Aunt Vivi was fun to have around. Besides, he never beat us when there was company so her presence was double the treat. Tonight I listened as Aunt Vivi pleaded with daddy to stop as if death were knocking and she were my mother's guardian angel sent from above.
I shivered as my little six year old brother reached out to me and climbed into my bed. I held him close.
"Don't worry it will be over soon lil one," I said. "Don't you worry your big head," I continued with certainty. It was my duty to protect him. After all I am and will always be my brother's keeper.
With each roll of thunder another blow to my mother's frail body competed for its attention. I wonder what she will look like this time I couldn't help but wonder. What continent would her blackened eye be shaped after? Africa? North America? South America? Asia? All are beautiful in their own right, I thought as I watched the tears roll down my brother's face as smooth as the raindrops that slid from my window pane. Not a tear dropped from my eyes. I must be strong for him. The beating is coming to an end. It always does.
Crack!
The storm was intensifying outside and so were the screams inside the country four room shack we called home.
"Please Earl. Put the gun down you are drunk. Please don't do this. I'm calling the police!" That was my Aunt Vivi then BOOM!
The thunder in these parts beat down on the earth with fists of fury and was loud enough to command the same respect but that was no ordinary sound. That was the sound of eminent death cutting through the storm. Eminent is such a big word for such a young girl I remember my teacher telling me.
My mother always told me "learn as much as you can gal and get out of here. It is home for me but the bottom is no place for such a smart girl as my baby."
"When I grow up I just want to be as beautiful as you are mama," I always replied.
To that she would say "Hush up and don't you back talk your mammy. Beauty gets you nowhere in this world. Now brains, hunny that is your key out of this hole."
I would smile and say "I know mama but I promise I will get us all out of here and away from him."
Slap!
"Don't say bad things about your daddy gal he loves us and works very hard to provide for us. He is just going through a lot with the devil's juice but through the glory of God he will be healed." The slap never stopped me from saying the same thing. Like
her constant bruises, the sting would heal but the pain I felt for her never would let me give in.
BOOM!
The second sound suddenly interrupted my thoughts and sent a pain through my soul that I never felt before and for a moment I thought my heart stopped.
I felt the urine ooze from my brother's super hero drawers and down his tiny legs. He always wets himself but this time was different. I couldn't even muster up the strength to yell at him. It was as if he were slowly releasing her pain through this steady flow.
The sharp smell of piss filled the room but somehow I didn't care this time. Mama would kill me if she knew I used that word. My granddaddy always said piss. I wanted to be just like him carefree. My mother said I got my sailor mouth from him and she would wash it out with soap every chance she got if I didn't learn to control my potty mouth. Somehow I knew none of that would matter anymore as I took in the stench and the blank stare on my baby brother's face.
The elders say that when someone close to you dies you feel it deep down in your soul. Meanwhile, like a southern thunderstorm true to form, just like that the rain stopped.
However, this time the clouds remained, at least in my heart. I sat in the dark clutching my brother in my tiny bed with nothing but silence all around us.
The beating came to an end. It always does. Like the swift clearing of the rain, I knew she was gone.

 

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Touch Buckle your seatbelts and prepare for an exhilarating journey set in our nation’s capital where professionals indulge in more than their six figure careers. Through an erotic world of fantasy that almost crumbles at the hands of a sexual predator and serial killer, the shocking pasts of five individuals cross, and the page turning mystery that is Touch is told.