What I’m Reading? Southern Fried by Tonya Kappes


In the South, it’s better when the food is fried and the secrets kept buried…After the dead body of a beloved Cottonwood resident is found tangled up in an electric fence, Sheriff Kenni Lowry has a hunch that somethin’ ain’t right. Her investigation heats up with a fierce cook-off competition, a euchre game where the intel is sweeter than the brownies, and a decades old family recipe that may just be the proof in the pudding.

The icing on the cake: Kenni is fighting an attraction to her recently sworn-in deputy sheriff, and election season is hot on her tail. When the killer comes after who she holds most dear, even her poppa’s ghostly guidance might not be enough to keep her and her own out of the frying pan.



Cleanse my hands to design exquisite gifts.

Cleanse my heart so the messages are clearly transmitted and received.

Cleanse my ears so I shall listen.

Cleanse my throat so words are given with peace, understanding, Grace, and unconditional love.

Cleanse my eyes so they may see the truth, the beauty and the radiant light.

Cleanse my feet so they may grow from where I am rooted.

Cleanse my being of energy that is not of my own.

Blessed be!

© 2017 Diane Morasco


What I’m Reading? Drunk Dial by Penelope Ward!

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Look up Landon Roderick, that boy from childhood whom I’d never been able to forget—even though he so easily forgot about me—and call him.

Then again, anything sounds like a good idea when you’ve had a little too much wine before bed, right? It was supposed to be just a quick, meaningless, prank call. Instead, I went off on him—unloading thirteen years of pent-up emotions.

I didn’t think he’d call me back.

I certainly could never have anticipated the weeks of sexually tense phone conversations that followed as I got to know the man he’d become.

Turned out, Landon had never really forgotten me, either. That special connection we had was still there. I opened up to him, but there were also things about me he didn’t know. And he had his own secrets.

Over the countless hours we talked on the phone, I wondered what would happen if we actually saw each other. One night, I did something impulsive again. Only this time, I went to the airport and booked a ticket to California. We were about to find out if one phone call could bring two lost souls together or if my drunk dial really was all just a big mistake.

A complete STANDALONE.


Beautiful distraction admidstthe chaos
New York City born Diane Morasco dips back into the world she submerged herself into as an abused child growing up on Long Island with Beautiful Disaster Amidst the Chaos. As a kid, Morasco wrote with visions of the world one day reading her words. Morasco did not have to wait too long for the world to get to know the words she put down on paper. As a teen, she turned her poetry into song lyrics and soon the world became familiar with her words by dancing and singing along to the words stemming from her heart.

While in her late teens and early twenties, Morasco’s lyrics hit the Club, Freestyle, R&B, and Pop Billboard charts by a slew of artists who recorded her words.

But Morasco always wanted more. She wanted the world to know her story. She wanted to make a difference. She wanted more than what she came from.

In November 2016, the world got a glimpse of her torturous childhood in her Amazon Bestselling and #1 Hot New Release debut novel, Even Tough Women Can Crack Like Eggs Sometimes. Morasco does not hold back in her heart wrenching tale of being involved in a volatile relationship with the one she was ready to spend the rest of her life with.

Summer 2018, Morasco will finally tell her story with the release of Grace Beneath the Chaos about her torturous childhood.

But before she delves into the atrocities of her childhood, Morasco will release Beautiful Distraction Amidst the Chaos on May 28, 2018 to honor the “beautiful distraction” the universe gifted her while amidst chaos. The date holds deep significance in her life but not for what many may believe after reading Even Tough Women Can Crack Like Eggs Sometimes. “It is the day my sweet beautiful distraction arrived on the planet. I am eternally grateful the universe vibrated me to receive his energy.”

Thank you with all my heart, Angel Fire, for the heartfelt conversation that sparked the title. I was not sure there would ever be a title to describe what my soul feels but there is. Again, thank you.

What ya think, Poppa Angel?

And to my sweet beautiful distraction, thank you with everything I hold inside.

“Weep with me, sweet one, so I may capture your tears and return them to the earth as seeds of nourishment. Laugh with me, sweet blessing, so I may watch you release your fear and embrace your freedom. Reach for my hand, my sweet angel, so we won’t ever feel alone.” – DM