Saturday, December 13, 2014

Book Signing!

Book Signing!!

Jitters Coffeehouse and Bookstore
Laurel, Mississippi

December 20, 2014

Time: 2:00 - 4:00PM


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Cover Reveal for Shoalman Immortal by Toni Decker

Last year I had the pleasure of doing a beta read for Kira and Toni as they worked to complete their debut novel, IMAGES ETERNAL. Since then I know you guys have seen me rave about this story and the others in the series. And best treat of the week, Images Eternal is FREE right now on Amazon until 12/12/14!!! GO GRAB IT!

I really, really enjoyed the first and second Shoalman Chronicle books and I anxiously await the third. These characters are the kind that stick with you even after you finish the story. Originally I read the second book first and was gone on them, especially Robert. So as you can imagine, I am SUPER excited I can finally share my love for this book with you guys!

Without further babbling, here's the awesome new cover for, SHOALMAN IMMORTAL by Toni Decker!

I am utterly blown away by the beauty of this cover! Sharon did another fantastic job creating something so unique and gorgeous for these books. Here's a little introduction to the story:

Falling in love was never supposed to be part of the picture.
Kyrissa Spears was born with a powerful, and deadly, gift. When she paints, she captures emotions so strong they can kill.Desperate to find a teacher capable ofhelping her unlock and controlher abilities, Kyrissa'ssearch leads her toan artist who may be able to help her.And he's the one person she can't accidentally kill.
After five centuries of pain and loneliness, Robert Shoalman craves release from his immortality. He's all but given up hope until he meets the beautiful and intriguing Kyrissa.She could paint his death and break the curse, but at the cost of destroying her gift and being lost to him forever—none of which will matter if the demon hunting him finds them first.
Now that I know you are salivating for this book, here's a little excerpt:
"You keep telling me to trust my feelings." Kyrissa ran her finger along his lower lip. "Trust yours."
His mouth sought hers, the taste of her lips more exquisite than the finest wine. He drank her in, wanting more of her intoxicating apples and mint flavor, as well as the one that was just her. The one found only in her kiss. Burying his face in her hair, he pulled her closer, lips trailing down her neck and across her collarbone.
Pulling the fitted shirt from his jeans, her hands slid up his back and sides. Each touch on his skin left him burning. Reclaiming Kyrissa's mouth with his, Robert fumbled with the buttons on the front of his shirt, feeling her smile when she tried to help him, both of them making it worse.
"Damn it to hell," Robert broke the kiss, pushing up to his knees to rip the shirt open. The patter of buttons danced across the floor like rain.
"Robert!" Kyrissa laughed at his impulsive action.
"What good is money if I cannot afford to ruin a shirt?" He grinned. "Especially if it is for the right reasons." He'd ruin shirts every day if she would look at him the way she was now.
Kneeling in front of him, Kyrissa used her hands to push the shirt off his shoulders while her mouth trailed kisses along his chest. "You could have just pulled it over your head," she teased, fingers working to pull open the cuffs.
"I thought women expected displays like that," Robert fumbled, distracted by her hands and mouth. In his day, affairs were slower, more reserved. He enjoyed these times better. The women were bolder. More passionate.
"I could get that male bravado bullshit from any pickup in a bar." Her eyes devoured him. "I want you."


Who is Toni Decker?

Two authors telling one sizzling story after another about twenty-somethings getting along in their own crazy, fantastical worlds. Both women are wives and mothers, sharing brain cells and characters as if they only exist with the other.
Toni, one half of the Toni Decker brain, is an avid reader of all things Young and New Adult while Kira, the Decker half of Toni Decker brain, devours fantasy for midnight snacks.
Together, their stories are one part New Adult,
one part Fantasy and
three parts of Holy Hotness.
We leave it up to the readers to decide who writes which character. 
You can follow our journey on:

Goodreads: Toni Decker

Wordpress: Toni Decker Books




Thursday, December 4, 2014

Thank You

** Saying thank you to everyone who has helped me a long the way is one of the things I've looked forward to the most. You have to write that book alone. But you truly can't make it through the process of publishing without friends and support.
Sometimes things get left out of the final copy. Them's the breaks in publishing. So today I'm extra grateful for my blog so I can post the acknowledgement pages here. Without further babble, here's me saying to all of you who walked along with me, Thank you.**
Over the six years it has taken to bring this book to life, I’ve added to this page and taken away many times. Writing a book, but more specifically, attempting to publish a book can teach you so many things about love, friendship, and devotion. To those who have endured this journey beside me, you’re my biggest cheerleaders and soft places to fall when I turned into an ugly-snot-crying mess. I love and thank you for always being ready with tissues and cookies.
To my husband, sons and White Waug, thank you for your willingness to share me with my “project”. It was astonishing to watch my characters and their stories develop around homework, laundry and life in general. You’re the most excellent four things life has ever given me.
An enormous thank you to the most supportive family a person could ask for, I’m so thankful to have you. To my parents, your encouragement and love is incredible and more than I deserve. To my sister, who’s a tenacious force of nature about all things and about how to get them done, simple thanks doesn’t seem like enough really. I love you, Sister! To my brother, for all his assistance, encouragement with all things computer related and the generous use of his name. Brother, you’re the best! And to Heather for her keen grammar eye, you saved my bacon! To my entire family thank y’all for always being happy for me even when you didn’t understand what the hell was going on. Without your love and support, this book would’ve never become a reality.
Grateful and humble thanks to everyone at Blue Tulip Publishing for giving my creation the chance to live and touch imaginations. Especially to Liza Tice for walking up to me at RT14 and enduring being my first ever in-person pitch. Thank you to Linnea for all the “friend” advice *wink wink*. You helped me so much through some really stressful days. Thanks go out to Tammy who read the very first draft with amazing grace and encouragement. She taught me my first writing lesson, that I use too many damn adjectives. Everyone who reads this book should write my editor Paula a thank you note because without her guidance this book wouldn’t be nearly as delightful to read.
Thank you to Lesley at and artist David Taylor for the magnificent bone carving that made the taniwha real for me way over here in Mississippi. And to for creating the perfect piece to show Hayden’s love for Neely.
Giant thank you’s to some of my favorite artists Taylor Swift, Avril Lavigne, John Mayer, Coldplay, Muse, Paramore, Train and Evanescence. Your music helped pull the story out of my head and get it onto the page when frustration tried to steal it from me.
There aren’t enough acknowledgement pages to create a thank you BIG enough for Carolyn Haines. Thank you for taking the hand of a stranger and leading her through the door. Your friendship has helped turn an average life into something magical. THANK YOU!!!! To Michelle Ladner who appeared in my life at exactly the right moment to save my sanity, and who stayed despite my obvious mental condition, to become one of the best pals I’ve ever had. Your guidance, but above all your friendship, is a God sent gift. And may the good lord love you for enduring one of the original revisions. A humble thank you to the best English teacher and mentor in the whole world, Mr. Arthur Broadhead because you’re still the very best WJH ever had! A big thank you to my favorite co-nit-picker and dear friend, Lesley Wood, for falling in love with Neely and Hayden despite having to reading that first draft. Aerodynamic thanks to Kirk for all things airplane. To An’gel, Dean, Carole, Terri, Gail, Cheryl, Betty, and all the naughty DG’s you guys are the BEST! Thank you for lifting me up and holding me there, but most of all, thank you for your friendship and secret giggles. To Marc, for helping me find that ray of light when the process had turned me into a weepy, grouchy pants and for not being afraid to tell me to get my head out of my arse. Super friend props to Jodi Vaughn for listening to me whine way longer than anyone one should have to and for helping me reach the end game. To my accountability partner and lover of all the cute animal pics, Marissa. You brightened my days and you rock!
Shock and awe thanks to Daniel Martine, and all the actors in his Master Acting Class, for showing me a side of my story that I never expected to see come to life and to the very adorable Graham Elwood for being that living vehicle.
Bushel loads of thanks go to writer pal, Karen Stivali and to Tiffany Reisz for being the reason we met. Without you, Karen, I might have folded and hid in a corner. Thank you for knowing when I needed to be poked with a stick and told to get off my duff and when I needed a hug. But most of all, thank you for being a friend when I needed one the most. Love you. Gigantic thanks go to my super sweetheart, favorite fan girl, best friend and lover of all the angsty words, my adorable, Melissa. My days would be dark without your friendship and heart.
Finally, to Sweetcake, for six years of the most unconditional love and loyalty any person could ask for from someone who couldn’t talk and walked on four legs. The heart you broke when you left me spilled this story onto the page. Without ever experiencing your kind of devotion, I wouldn’t know how to write about it. I miss you.©