Check out today’s radio show on Anatoly’s Retribution: Book One

For the last two weeks, it’s been all about Anatoly’s Retribution: Book One.

To celebrate our readers, we had a radio show today.

So… we only got to answer about 25% of the questions out there today during my first radio show in over a year, but I can assure that we’ll continue each week until we get it all done and then we can start all over again with Book Two, due out on November 1st.  I’m battling a flu right now. And I hate that because I sound like a frog, but the show must go on.  So check out today’s radio book chat where I answered some of the questions that have been sent in to me over the last two weeks.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/latriviawelch2/2017/10/07/anatolys-retribution-book-one-book-chat

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Are You Reading Anatoly’s Retribution: Book One This Weekend?


The book is finally out. After a few months of haggling with myself to get it done, I finally released Anatoly from my clutches. I have to admit that it’s hard. You grow so close to the characters until the manuscript is never really complete in the author’s mind. I could re-edit, rewrite for the rest of my life on the Medlov Men and never find a stopping point, because I enjoy it so much.

Alas, I have worked through my desire to keep this project close to my bosom and given my baby to you – for your personal entertainment.

So, now my question is, what are you doing this weekend. Outside of all the other things we have to do – soccer games, homework, dinner, weddings, hitting the gym, grocery shopping, laundry, quality time with the family and loved ones, etc. – I truly hope that you’ll be reading my book as well.

So far, I’ve received nearly 100 emails from our Quill Pen readers who have already read the book. They want to know when the second part of the book is coming out, because in the past I have been notorious for disappearing for months after a book drop. Well, not now. I’m back, ladies and gents. And Book Two will be released on November 1st. It will also be $3.15.

The second question that seems to be very popular is will all the questions be answered in the second book that arise from the first book. The answer is ABSOLUTELY! I love giving you a firm foundation and understanding of the characters and their state of mind before we get to the action and adventure of it all.

This book, in paperback format, which will come out on Amazon in one week, is 400 pages long. However, on the Kindle, they say it’s 246. If you’re hoping to get the paperback for your collection. We’ll send a separate update on that.

For Amazon Readers:

 

For Barnes and Noble Readers:
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/anatolys-retribution-latrivia-welch/1127154983?ean=2940158882258

 

I really hope you buy the book today. We’re on the Amazon bestseller’s list in both Romantic Suspense and Multicultural/Interracial Romance. This is because you all have been so very wonderful with your support over the years.

I cannot express my gratitude for each of you. This new book is a celebration of life for me. LIAM is here, and he’s beautiful and precious and wonderful. The love I have for him is immeasurable. Y’all he is so perfect. God has been good. So, I’m on cloud nine. Thank you for being patient with me.

Also, I still have to put my collaboration with nine other amazing authors in our New Orleans project, Creole Nights. This was my first paranormal romance. Warlocks: The Creole Coven is the last book in the box set. I plan to re-release it in December with more meat. Make it bigger, better and more exciting. However, I can say it was an honor to watch the women on this project work. They are true professionals and talented their crafts.

So now back to my question. Are you going to read Anatoly’s Retribution: Book One this weekend? I truly hope that you will. And don’t forget to leave a review on Amazon, especially if it’s a good one. LOL.

Sending all my love to you. May you have a wonderful weekend.

Latrivia Welch
http://www.latriviawelchbooks.com

Excerpt from Anatoly’s Retribution: Book One

Only three chapters left and I’m done with Book One. But here’s a little excerpt from Anatoly’s Retribution: Book One.

Right behind where Anatoly stood mulling over his next move, a shiny black S-Class Mercedes Benz pulled up to the curb, and the driver, a Russian man with a low buzz haircut, jumped out and opened the back door for his boss.

A tall blonde man emerged from the back seat donning a tailored tuxedo under a black wool coat. He immediately noticed the young man standing on the sidewalk in a pair of jeans and light jacket too flimsy for the fall weather, but Anatoly didn’t notice him. He was too focused on the huge oak doors in front of him.

Snow crunched under the man’s Italian leather dress shoes. A deep baritone interrupted the silence. “Are you looking for someone?” Dmitry asked, stepping up on the sidewalk.

Anatoly turned around and ran his gaze up to the 7-foot giant’s piercing eyes. Flakes of snow landed in the man’s blonde curly hair and a gust of wind caused him to tug at the top of his coat. He looked down at the boy with ice blue eyes that seemed to burn straight through him.

Anatoly swallowed hard and cleared his throat. Digging in his hands down in his pants pockets, he answered. “I’m looking for Dmitry Medlov.” He stood up straighter. Something about the man, demanded it of him.

“What do you want with him?” Dmitry asked curiously.

“Kirill Derevenko sent me from Moscow,” Anatoly explained, noticing the driver’s posture tense. The driver didn’t bother to hide the guns under his jacket or his suspicion of the boy’s presence. Anatoly glanced back up to Dmitry, hesitant to blurt out their familial connection so quickly. “He said you were expecting me.”

There was a brief awkward silence.

Dmitry’s smooth tanned face finally lit up pleasantly with a toothy smile. His high cheekbones were rosy. “Kirill! Yes, he is a very good friend from back home.” He winked at Anatoly. “I’m the man you’re looking for.”

Anatoly’s Retribution Book Trailer

Hello Medlovians,

I’m happy to release the first video for Anatoly’s Retribution, the next book in the Medlov Men Series.  Please take a moment to check it out and tell me what you think.

Happy Tuesday!

Latrivia Welch

 

The Cover for Anatoly’s Retribution

Hello Everyone,

I’m happy to share the cover for the next book in the Medlov Men Series (Date Not Yet Determined), Anatoly’s Retribution.  I know we have a huge following for Anatoly Medlov, and I cannot wait to tell his story.  Check out the cover and please feel free to share.  More information coming very soon.

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Let’s Talk It Out: Gabriel’s Regret on Blog Talk Radio 9/10

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If you’ve read the book, then now is the time to discuss it.  Join us for a blog talk radio event where USA TODAY bestselling author Latrivia Welch will share insight and answer questions about her newest release, Gabriel’s Regret: Book One.  Grab a glass of wine, a favorite dish and grab your phone as the ladies of the Love Pub, the Red Door Retreat and callers from across the country enjoy an evening of entertainment.

Click here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/latriviawelch/2016/09/10/gabriels-regret-book-one-by-latrivia-welch

 

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The Grunt 2: Learning about the Military’s Awesomeness

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Chapter Three of The Grunt 2 takes you inside a covert USMC Force Recon operation in Afghanistan. From the first word of the chapter, you are there with the six-man team as they leap bravely from an HH-60 Pave Hawk during a HALO (high altitude, low opening)jump. As a civilian, I have never jumped out of a plane, though I’ve wanted to. I have a fascination with the sky and the bird’s ability to soar through the air. I’ve even had dreams of flying in my sleep, which usually leads to me accidentally kicking Shag. But I’ve never, as a core function of my job, been asked to jump from a moving object into the sky and fall thousands of feet (strategically might I ad) to land on the ground without a scratch. It’s pretty epic stuff.

As it turns out Force Recon is spectacular at jumping out of planes. And I could not, in good conscience, write this book without including a little of Recon’s awesomeness in it.

The Grunt 2

Check out this rough draft excerpt:
Chapter Three
The Grunt 2
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Dressed out in full tactical uniforms, camouflage, aviator gloves, go-packs and parachutes the Recon Unit assembled quietly inside of the HH-60 Pave Hawk in preparation for their HALO (high-altitude, low-opening) parachute insertion jump. It was everything that kids across the country dreamt of as they played their video games, and everything wannabe’s lied about when trying to impress women.
However, this was the real shit; there were no video cameras for reality tv, no theme music for a movie, no turning back for sake of life over country.
Standing by the hatch already let down for their departure, Brett looked down the line at his men standing at the ready. Each one of these men were brave and had shown valor in the face of death a hundred times. Joe, Bear, Rusty, Geek and Hound. He would die for either of them, all of them, if needed. But he hoped that their training would prevent the need to make that decision.
Right before they reached their mark, Brett stepped out where he could see his men and made his normal speech. It was the same one every time, but each time it was warranted, needed to remind each man of why he was there, especially when after long months away from home there were more questions than answers.
“No one on this plane rang that bell three times in training. No one gave up then. No gives up now. You know why they sent us, devil dogs? It’s because we’re the baddest motherfuckers they could find.”
“Oorah,” the men replied in cadence. Their voices boomed like lightning against the black night as the wind from the open hatch ran across their faces.
Bear, their Irish ginger good ole boy from Alabama, spit his brown snuff out on the floor beside his boot and coughed. It was his normal routine and had not changed since their first op together. It was Bear’s way of saying that he was ready.
Joe made the sign of the cross and rolled his neck. He was ready.
Rusty kissed the picture of his son.
Hound scratched his balls.
Geek stood stoically focused on the hatch.
Each man had a thing, and now was the time to do it.
Brett’s jaw clenched as he moved to the open hatch, the wind pushing and pulling at him like a rag doll. Anticipation coursed through his veins like an angry drug. The veins in his neck protruded as he screamed, “Let’s go to work!”
The twinkling stars and the full moon in the sky looked close enough for the men to reach out and touch them, and the ground so infinite below looked like it was a million miles away while they dwelled somewhere in the middle of this world and the next.
If one had never thought about their mortality before, they thought about it then being as small as ants in a world so vast that it could suck them up before anyone could notice.
Brett stood by the hatch, hitting each man on his back as they plunged out into the night in a free fall.
They looked angelic as they fell, but in fact, they were killers, the whole lot of them, going to do the government’s bidding.
With a nod toward the birdman, Brett prepared in his own way. Checking his gear and his watch, he clasped the sides of the entryway, looked out at the vast world behind him, imagined his family back home, and made the unreturnable leap toward danger.
With his arms splayed wide, he cut through the thin clouds in a perfect arch, feeling his body become one with the air around him. His massive, muscular frame, while formidable on land, dropped through the heavens like penny off a tower.
Balancing himself out, he fell hundreds of feet before he checked his wrist detector and pulled the rip cord on his parachute when he had reached the right altitude.
The parachute exploded violently in the night, giving him a small jolt as he navigated it down.
Brett bent his knees as his boots hit the ground. Dust billowed up around him as he crunched dry soil below him. Releasing himself from the parachute, he pulled his earpieces from inside of his tactical gear as he knelt in a crouched position and looked around.
It was dead silent. No motion. No lights. No people.
“Check in Eagle team,” he said, listening as all the men sounded off. They were all right around him, but with no light, they were nearly impossible to see, save the light coming off some of the men’s tactical watches.
As soon as his voice registered on the radio, the command center back at the base went live. Captain Lawless, who had been leaning on his desk glaring impatiently at the blank wall of monitors, popped up and put his coffee down.
“Eagle four to Nest, we are live. I repeat, Eagle team is live,” Brett said, just below a whisper as the men gathered together, ready to move on the Captain’s command.
“Do we have eyes on our men yet?” Lawless said, looking at his comms specialist.
Staring at the young captain too long was like looking directly into the sun. He was intimidating even when he wasn’t trying. The young man quickly adverted his eyes to the monitor as the black screen in front of them linked to the satellite and produced a night vision picture.
“We are live, sir,” the young man said, typing into his computer.
Lawless turned to his second-in-charge. “Get the general now,” he ordered, taking a wide stance in the middle of the floor and watching the operation from the vest cameras installed on each man. This was what he did best. In this command room, he was a warrior, a strategist and a swift hand for the U. S. Marine Corps. The sudden pride that always overcame him made him want to sing God Bless America, but for now, he’d just settle for kicking some ass.
“Zoom into Eagle four,” Lawless said flatly. He slipped his earpiece on to communicate with the team. “Eagle four, we have eyes. Satellite says you’re good to go. No bogies. Proceed.”
“Copy that,” Brett said, making a knife hand motion for the men to advance toward the house.

 

Don’t worry. The book is coming soon.  Check in regularly for more information on the chapters as they are completed.

 

African-American Women DEMAND Strong Heroines

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When you read a book, you want to identify with the woman.  When you read an Interracial Romance (bw/wm), you expect to identify.  All of us can’t be supermodels, millionaires or even a size 2 (I like being curvaceous), but we can all see the strength of a character or be motivated by that strength in a book.

My readers have taught me through their feedback over the years that they demand strength.  When I first wrote Ivy’s Twisted Vine, a part of exploring what it was like to be an impressionable young woman was writing about Ivy’s weaknesses, but The World in Reverse was clearly about her strengths.

I’m committed to showing African-American women in a strong positive light through my books.  Strong heroines are not just wanted, in this day and age, they are needed.  Even in our entertainment and imagination, we must visualize ourselves as pillars of strength.  Now, does that mean that you can’t be loving, caring, warm and even have moments of weakness?  No, that would you inhuman.

However, I will say that if we are to project an image of strength into the media, we have to start in books.  We have to damage/destroy the negative stereotypes of African-American women by re-writing ourselves.

To Infinity & Beyond,

Latrivia Welch

 

The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Compilation Book Trailer

For your viewing pleasure:-)