Friday, July 4, 2014

THE NAOMI SHAW INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR A.H. SCOTT

Go behind the pen of the creative process with author A.H. Scott in a wide ranging interview with Naomi Shaw.

The Naomi Shaw Interview - Author A.H. Scott

Sunday, February 23, 2014

HOURS OF ROMANCE - "HER TIME IS NOW" BY A.H. SCOTT



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Hours of ladies and lads in encounters of time are ripe for the picking.
Time’s ticking…..so, let’s begin.
A.H. Scott massages the hourglass with “Her Time Is Now”; an anthology of sweet and spicy tales of temptation.
Each hour of fantasy, another couple reclines upon the clock of comfort.
As the seconds pass, perspiration and exploration ascend to titillation’s ticking.
“Her Time Is Now” is where the ladies take the lead and a bow.
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“Nora At Noon” – a wife’s bringing of a bag lunch leads to explosive results for she and her hubby.

“Olive At One” – more than martinis get shaken in a lunch between a secretary and her boss, as there’s a stirring going down.



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Monday, November 25, 2013

A.H. SCOTT TAKES YOU INTO A NEW DIMENSION - "SANGRE (DAUGHTERS OF THE ROSE MOON)"

Brian fell in love with a dream.

Yet, the fantasy was a nightmare, because this woman was not what she seemed.

Her name was....."Sangre".

A.H Scott takes you into a new dimension - "Sangre (Daughters Of the Rose Moon)"

Excerpt - “Valeria, he told me he loves me” She gave a proud smile in acknowledging that miracle “We made love” Blissfully recalling those moments of magic “I left him sleeping in bed and went into the bathroom” Visibly showing Valeria the bane of despair, she pulled up her pink cotton tee shirt, “Then this, Valeria”.

Having to see Sangre’s flesh for what it is, Valeria placed hand over mouth, “Does he know?”

Sangre hated to admit the truth to anyone, but had to tell everything to Valeria, “When the sun rises” Inhaling the air, as if courage were in the wind, “He will”.

Valeria knew Sangre better than anyone. She’d seen the tears and fears of this young woman in all its’ vividness. Event of this night was the last thing she ever wanted Sangre to have to deal with, “My heart is with you, dearest one” Placing Sangre’s smooth hand in her wrinkled one, “Get some sleep and things will be as they should be in the morning”.

“I just wanted….” Sangre looked downward in a pause and said a trio of words she never thought would come from her lips, “…To taste life”.

“And, you have, sweet Sangre” Valeria stood up and lifted Sangre upward also. She softly spoke to her, “Rest your eyes and your mind”.

“You are right, Valeria. Everything will be as it should” Sangre hugged her and rested head on Valeria’s shoulder, “I love you”.

“I love you, Sangre” Returning that hug and letting her go gently, Valeria traced both thumbs along those tear stained cheeks.

Sangre nodded and retreated upstairs to her bedroom for rest and a smidgen of solace.

Wishing to wash away the fiasco under a shower head, Sangre turned the silver knob to release a stream of warm water.

Closing her eyes as that liquid splashed against skin, she thought about Brian. His kisses, kindness and smile gave Sangre pause in her decision to leave him sleeping.

Wondering whether things could ever be normal between her and any man, suddenly was answered in a most unusual way.

Placing her hands forward against the white shower tiles, she began to second guess herself.

Holding head down and slowly opening eyes, Sangre’s choice was crystallized, as a stream of crimson color swirled down the shower drain.

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"In the end........we are left with ourselves" - A.H. Scott

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

TROUBLE AT TIMBER TRAIL (A RUSSELL HARMON WESTERN)




Justice is just right when a hero is in sight. When an honest man takes a stand, evil schemes don't go as planned. This is "Trouble At Timber Trail (A Russell Harmon Western)".


In 1863, a stranger in the tiny town of Appleton, Montana comes to the aid of the locals in their battle against a greedy land baron. When an honest man takes a stand, evil schemes don't go as planned.


The stranger was Russell Harmon, a drifter from back East.


Just looking for a fair day's work and a meal along the way; he and his old paint, Sugarfoot, are in the right place and time to save the day.


Everyone who came in contact with Russell Harmon called him Dusty. As for gallantry, this man's armor was never rusty.


Come along for the adventure in A.H. Scott's "Trouble At Timber Trail (A Russell Harmon Western)".


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Excerpt -....Riding through the town of Appleton, Dusty and his horse, Sugarfoot, stopped to wet their whistles. Dusty held a bucket in the trough to feed Sugarfoot. The water was cool and the air was dry. As Dusty sat on the edge of the trough, Sugarfoot guzzled from the bucket.


A sudden blast of screams from within the Jones Bank. It was Henry Jones and his assistant, Barney Smith, arguing with cattle rancher, Hiram Wilson.


Bank clerk, Barney Smith, wearing gold rimmed eyeglasses and grey pinstriped suit; made an attempt at standing between both older men.


It was a futile attempt at calming the situation.


Henry Jones, whose Jones Bank of Appleton was the heart of this small town; had a silver head of hair and expanding waistline.


Land baron and cattle rancher, Hiram Wilson. was slender with a trimmed mustache and tidy haircut.


Jones kept telling Wilson that there was no way that he would sell the property at Timber Trail. This property was recently brought by Jones for he and his Family. Timber Trail was located twenty years fro the cliff that overlooked Appleton. Watching like a mischievous child, he gazed at this explosion of vocal chords.


"What are you looking at pardn'r?" , Wilson screamed at Dusty with a growl in his voice.


Stranger in this town with ashy blonde hair and a fit build ran a hand along Sugarfoot's back, as he was roped into this argument.


"Hey Mister, I'm just soaking up the flavor of this town, that's all" Dusty replied with a smile on his face. Even Sugarfoot neighed at his response with a knowing glee.


"Walker!! Get the carriage! We're leaving right now!!" Wilson screamed at his ranch-hand. Willie Walker was short and slim, like a weed. His slimy grin and limp made him look as if he slithered.


Dusty watched as the carriage grew smaller in the distance. Henry Jones came over to Dusty with a grin on his face, "Son, you are one brave tadpole! I have never seen anyone tell Wilson which way is up, like you have! What's your name, kid?"


"I'm Russell Harmon. But, my friends call me Dusty" , he said with a wink in his brown eyes......- end of excerpt


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Sunday, September 29, 2013

SECRETS ARE LIKE A RASH!! - "THE OVER MY HEAD SAGA" BY A.H. SCOTT

"The lies which we tell ourselves can construct a spine to the weak and a reflection in the mirror that masks a reality which we never wish to speak." - from the "Over My Head" saga, penned by A.H. Scott

Over My Head: Tightrope (BOOK ONE) -


Secrets are like a rash. Irritation. Agitation. Frustration. Yet, they always rise to the surface.




A husband's secret becomes a wife's gamble. Question is: Can a balancing act last forever? Or is trippin' just a price of marriage? This is "Over My Head: Tightrope", the first book in the four part "Over My Head" saga.




Larry & Angie made for a lovely portrait. Yet, fractures of their marriage weren't easily seen behind the gossamer veneer of charming smile and supportive caress. Puncturing the surface of this couple revealed a relationship not so rosy.




The lies which we tell ourselves can construct a spine to the weak and a reflection in the mirror that masks a reality which we never wish to speak.




And, to think - it all began with a single kiss.....


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Over My Head: Inferno (BOOK TWO) -




Even the sightless can see themselves in the catbird seat......




Opportunities can be like balloons. Sometimes elevated by an optimistic breeze. Sometimes obliterated by arrows through burning trees. It all depends on who controls the air of effectiveness.This is "Over My Head: Inferno", the second book in the four part "Over My Head" saga.




The lies which we tell ourselves can cosntruct a spine to the weak and a reflection in the mirror that masks a reality which we never wish to speak.


A wife. A husband. A lover.




Devotion came in a single kiss.




Sex. Money. Power. Lies. Obsession. Murder.




No one gets out of this life without paying a price.




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Over My Head: Haywire (BOOK THREE) -


Regret does not eradicate the past....




In life, sometimes a queen of hearts doesn't hold all the aces.




The lies which we tell ourselves can construct a spine to the weak and a reflection in the mirror that masks a reality which we never wish to speak.




Circumstances for Angela Chase change in a wave of catastrophic events. Can a wayward wife stay afloat? Or, will she drown in being "Over My Head"? This is "Over My Head: Haywire", the third book in the four part "Over My Head" saga.


A wife. A husband. A lover.


Devotion came in a single kiss.




Sex. Money. Power. Lies. Obsession. Murder.




No one gets out of this life without paying a price.




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Over My Head: Salvation (BOOK FOUR) -




Love holds no sanity......


Love can make a man sacrifice everything for just the sake of being alive. Being cherished in the heart of the woman he loved was his only wish. Or, was this just a soul ensnared in the myth of love's dream.


Find out just how far a man would go for the woman he loves in "Over My Head: Salvation"; the stunning conclusion of A.H. Scott's "Over My Head" saga.


A wife. A husband. A lover.


Devotion came in a single kiss.


Sex. Money. Power. Lies. Obsession. Murder.





No one gets out of this life without paying a price.


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Friday, August 23, 2013

EMBARK ON "A MISSED FLIGHT" - CONTEMPORARY EROTIC FICTION FROM AUTHOR A.H. SCOTT

!!"A MISSED FLIGHT" TAKES OFF!!

Red dress and red stilettos cut through the muddle of bland colors of other travelers heading for their flights.

Pair of gold spherical earrings, gave Nancy’s ears the vision of golden gumdrops on those lobes.

As Nancy approached the TSA area to be checked in, she gazed up at the black and white clock upon the wall.

11:30 was the exact time, as she walked to where two TSA agents were situated.

It was a man and woman.

As Nancy stood there, two thoughts went through her mind. Wally Walrus and Cabbage Patch.

Balding man in his 50’s with dark brown hair had puffy bags under eyes and bushy moustache. Black cap for his uniform sat upon a metal desk in front of them.

As for the female agent, her appearance put a tiny smirk on Nancy’s face. She was a curvy little blonde with blue eyes and short curly hair.

Nancy’s slim frame with long, black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail made her the symbol of control.

Control was one thing which Nancy perpetrated in public. And, this moment was no different for her, “My name is Nancy…”

Black uniforms had a silver nameplate on right breast and black cap with blue lettering which spelled out TSA.

From head to toe, both were dressed in the color of authority and night.

Without letting Nancy finish to give them her last name, the balding male interrupted “…Yes, we know who you are, ma’am”

“How do you know who I am?”... end of excerpt

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Now Boarding!! Now Boarding!!

This is “A Missed Flight”.

As Nancy saw her flight take off the ground, she thought it was missed. Yet, timing which seemed wrong, actually was perfect all along.

For a certain class of business traveler, pleasure is an unexpected coincidence.

Power trips.

Power shifts.

Ready for take-off?

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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION: "BUCKETS OF RAIN", A CONSPIRACY THRILLER THAT'S TRULY A KILLER BY A. H. SCOTT

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Author A.H. Scott Presents "Buckets Of Rain (Book One)"

Danger is closer than you think..........

Murder in a sleepy Michigan town leads to an investigation that uncovers a conspiracy just beneath the cloak of civility.

A couple attacked. Two lives destroyed. Truths become exposed in the harshest way to avoid.

When "Buckets Of Rain" cascade, illusions of secrets in life's blind spots begin to fade.

A.H. Scott pulls the trigger on a thriller that's truly a killer.

Even days when the sun shines brightest, "Buckets Of Rain" fall.

The most dangerous place to be is at the helm of hubris.

Excerpt -

Neither he, nor she knew of any persons that could be considered as enemies, yet this shadow in their lives, operated under the auspices of someone both knew very well. DeeDee's delightful dawn with Tang, became a verification of information that could be desperately desired by a sole person.

Male in late thirties with toothpick motioning back and forth, between his tight lips; made for a slightly frenzied sight to anyone on that road. Black suede jacket, blue tank top and jeans, made for a costume of plainness for him.

Armed with folders full of photographs and written items, this blue car made it's way to a Hoxeyville home. Aromatic flowers and neatly manicured lawn, greeted the solitary visitor of silence. Standing in the stately doorway, this man held several, medium sized packages under his left arm. Nearly one hundred and fifty pounds and height of about six foot, his personage was that of a finely fit pugilist.

Three bells sounded, as a thumb was pressed onto doorbell. Surprised at who greeted this person, it was need for a light phrase, "Must be the maid's day off".

In a single motion of a right hand, the occupant of this home spoke volumes with no words. Leading guest past several rooms on the ground floor, they made their way into a walnut paneled library. Closing double doors behind them, a smile came over this homeowner's face, "Is that what I think it is, sir".

Placing items onto mahogany desk, he replied, "It's more than you could ever expect to have".

"Beautiful place here" ,looking at the lavish decor.

"Come on, sit down and relax" ,chuckling genially at this man in his home, a slightly older male pulled out a chair behind this desk.

Slim fingers slowly tapped that ornate desk, as that wiry body sat down. Hands grasped both arms of this redwood seat, "I should have made my way out to these parts earlier. This is truly a home" ,gazing around this room, his eyes glistened with a sliver of resentment.

"How long have you been in town?"

"Long enough to start on your project".

"How's your father?"

"The old man's like leather" ,gently chuckling, he added soem pepper into the mix, "Tough as hell, but righteous for the right ground".

"And his son, is an admirable sort of lad".

"Coming from you, sir, that's a remark of high regard".

Knowing that time was of the essence, the core of summoning this younger man to his home came forward, "I place my trust in you, Mr. Arrington".

"Ooh, why so formal?"

"Because, this is business" ,a solemn stare came over him, while motioning an index finger towards Arrington.

Speaking of that, sir. I can remember a glorious dialogue you had in my neck of the woods, a while back" ,smirking, he continued, "You spoke about business being more than just dollars and cents".

"Hmm, that's funny, coming from you" ,sitting back in that chair, he chuckled and asked, "If you've learned anything from me, prove it, my boy?"

"Simply put, sir" ,repeating what he'd heard in a previous time, "Blood, sweat, and oh so many tears. It's what makes the machine keep on turning".

Motioning forward, he shook this younger male's right hand and spoke an apt word of praise, "Bulleye!!!"

Hoxeyville's mystery man, Gaylord Victor Arrington, could sit across the desk of a somewhat refined elder and give a smile of perceptiveness. Dark brown hair, slicked back in an almost wet fashion, gave this male of lanky physique a slithery complexion. This Valdosta, Georgia resident had an expertise that this homeowner desired to procure.

Loathing his given first name; propelled him in using the more apt calling card of Victor. The only people that uses Gaylord, remained both parents, which occured at those moments of family tension. Victor was what he wanted to achieve and with the assistance of present benefactor, thus, he would be that conquering namesake.

Born near the Florida border, in Iron City, to Webster Arrington from Rayle and his wife Harriet Cordelia Templar of Camilla, they lived in temperate comfort. Owning combination restaurant and dance hall, since winter of 1940, Bob's BBQ Barn maintained a bustling occupancy in Sylvester, due to it's close location to Turner Air Force Base.

Presently, a specific task was needed to be handled and Victor was more than eager to fulfill any duty. No price was too high and as for any ethical qualms, it took a paltry back seat in Arrington's mobile of arrogance. - End Of Excerpt

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