THE TREASURE TRAILER

"A SOLDIER'S PROMISE"

ABOUT AMB PUBLISHING PRODUCTIONS

AMB PUBLISHING PRODUCTIONS, is a small press publishing, production, and consulting firm. AMB, Publishing Publications is in the business of servicing break-through Author’s and Non-profit business development
officers to create, build, and brand their business’ using new and innovative techniques that carry them through new developments as seasons change.

Many Authors/Poets jump at the chance to see their works in print. Just two years ago I was the virgin writer looking for a sweet deal on my very first manuscript. I had no idea of the publishing process. Nor, did I have a full understanding of the complete lingo of the publishing business. I was just submitting my work blind and naive. I have some bumps and bruises to prove my misfortune with publishing through both traditional and vanity press publishing homes.

It wasn’t until I learned that writing the book was
the least of my worries. Writing is easy. The question is what are you planning to do with these works of art, you presume to be best sellers? Once this is accomplished then you can sort out the layers of the publishing world, and which line you wish to get in.

I am all gung ho for those that wish to query traditional publishing companies with some actual credentialing under their belts; I write query letters for my clients as well. However, good luck with that if you do not have an agent, and if you want to venture off to the masses of self-publishing companies that charge you an arm and a leg then go right ahead.

But before you venture off, I would like to ask you this one question, why not truly invest in the project or product you wish to share and/or sell? This is where I come in. So after all the hustle, tears, and doors slammed in my face. I was offered 6 different contracts. Now this is after I signed a horrible contract with a publishing firm that basically should
of said bend over so that I can…well you get the picture. After a slow recovery I did some research on the whole business of book publishing. After about a year I decided to self-publish my first book series.

Even then I was still learning the process but I had come a long way. I learned all about audience, genre, querying, and the list goes on. Still I wasn’t truly taking control of my business as an Author. As months and Sunday’s past, I was intrigued with a conversation I had with my Twitter Promoter. She asked the very same question I asked you all a moment ago.

“Aija, why don’t you invest in your work, by branding your name and building your company around this?”

“Wow…,” was my initial response followed by gut wrenching fear. After a few moments of pondering I decided that what could I lose? I would be in charge of my product, my sells, and my destiny. So here’s the stitch.

AMB Publishing Productions takes your goal, your dream and we cultivate it. All I do is teach you how to make your product a reality. I give you a slight push and allow your wings to spread...

I assist my clients with publishing needs in a number of ways. I publish 5-10 manuscripts a year under my small publishing firm. I consult non-profit business developers in the areas of grant research, and development, planning and implementation, and project development. I also consult Authors on how to self-publish their works as a separate entity if they are interested in developing their own firms.

I assist my clients with book covers, book lay-out, soft editing services, press kits, and the know how to create their own business’s. I also design apparel, posters, cd covers, pamphlets, and brochures, In addition to writing grants and business plans.

THE REBIRTH OF MY SOUL...WHERE IT ALL BEGAN

THE REBIRTH OF MY SOUL...WHERE IT ALL BEGAN
2ND EDITION COMING AUGUST 2012

"HOTLINE" COMING AUGUST 31ST 2012

"HOTLINE" COMING AUGUST 31ST 2012

"STREET ROYALTY" ADONTE' CHERRY COMING SEPTEMBER 5TH

"STREET ROYALTY" ADONTE' CHERRY COMING SEPTEMBER 5TH

"A SOLDIER'S PROMISE" COMING SEPT. 2012

"A SOLDIER'S PROMISE" COMING SEPT. 2012
BY AIJA AND THRONNE

"BAD NERVES" LAROSA ASORAL COMING SEPTEMBER

"BAD NERVES" LAROSA ASORAL  COMING SEPTEMBER

"LYRICS OF A TROUBLED SOUL" MISTA G 10/5

"LYRICS OF A TROUBLED SOUL" MISTA G 10/5

"MY SOUL IS BLEEDING" COMING NOVEMBER

"MY SOUL IS BLEEDING" COMING NOVEMBER
AVAILABLE NOW IN EBOOK THROUGH AABE PARTNERS

Sunday, June 24, 2012

COMING IN SEPTEMBER
"BAD NERVES"
ARE YOUR NERVES BAD, TAKE THE JOURNEY AND FIND OUT...
WITH AUTHOR LJ ASORAL



LaRosa has been writing for the last 30 years. She beganwith poetry and found my niche in fiction short stories. Currently she residesin the Atlanta, GA metro area with her husband and twodaughters. The family relocated from South  Carolina where LaRosa was a contributing author forPee Dee Woman. Her third book will be released this spring, “…And I TrustedYou!” and is already available in ebook format. However, the subject of livingwith multiple Sclerosis is close to her heart, since she is one of millionsliving with this chronic illness. This prompted her to do a book (Bad Nerves) on the subject for everydaypeople to understand the disease and gain knowledge.

LaRosa has published Just My thoughts: Life, Love and Marriage and What Is This World Coming to? through Createspace under different pseudonyms.




COMING AUGUST 3RD
THE SECOND EDITION IS HERE
"THE REBIRTH OF MY SOUL"

WITH AUTHOR AIJA M. BUTLER

I found the will to live in my dying hour...

I live for the moment, and in this particular moment lives peace, understanding, joy, and truth of one’s self?

There's often a moment when we cease to remember our dreams. There are times when we think, "What if?" We share many feelings of regret, when do we not seek the true aspirations of our heart. It is my time for self-fulfillment. I saved room for error. I developed patience in pursuing my goals. I let go of many dreams, only to put them into perspective; I decided to start and finish one goal at a time; I can't afford to quit; I won't; I shall finish my goal list, one by one; Even if I finish last.

I give you formal consent. The consent to act on the things you believe in, and encourage others to do the same. Before I came to understand my options and the business of re-organizing my life and its changes, my space on earth was disheveled. It took a life and death situation for me to put things into perspective. A part of me died, in the confines of a cold hospital room; but when I reached the time of my release, I was reborn. This is the beginning, my moment of truth, my time. 
AMB Publishing would like to introduce Author Ellen Johnson. I am happy to have worked with her on her first release from the, "Real or Fantasy," series book 1, now she's back with her first solo book, "Hotline." coming...


AUGUST  3rd 2012
APART OF THE SIZZLING SUMMER COLLECTION

Samantha Petrie's life is in a rut. She just broke up with her boyfriend of three years because she caught him with another woman.

Her job as an ad executive is at a stalemate, having been passed over for a promotion three times.
So at dinner one night, Samantha is telling her friends she needs a change. Jokingly, Sam's friend, Liz, shows her an ad for a phone sex person.
At first Sam is shocked that her friends would even think about her doing that; but, later, Sam keeps looking at the ad and it's like the words are calling to her....teasing her, daring her to take a chance and just do it.
Sam does get up the nerve to call, and what ensues afterwards, is a crazy journey of lust, sexual obsession and culminating in murder, as Sam becomes the sick target of a crazed sexual predator.








ABOUT ELLEN JOHNSON:

Ellen johnson is a mom of two, who started writing back in Junior High, for her school newspaper.
Living in Metairie, La, Ms. Johnson has her hand in many projects, not just writing: she has a home party business with Pure Romance and Pampered Chef; she manages her daughter's acting career, as well as having done some acting herself. She has been in Treme and the movie, Hotflashes.
She also has her hand in producing, getting ready to start filming a made-for-tv-movie in New Orleans.
Her next projects are a novella titled, Hotline, and a mystery/romance novel titled Playing With Fire.


Friday, June 15, 2012

COMING IN JULY NEW FROM AMB PUBLISHING

AMB Publishing Productions, would like to introduce Author Yvonne Williams, Obession. Her book, "Climatic Successions!"

COMING JULY 2012














6 degrees of separation...

Satisfyingly explicit, this bon-a-fide narrative is plagued with humor, sex, romance, violence, devastating family secrets and more. Inspirational in its own right, this urban tale will invite readers into the lives of six individuals, who learn from one another; that with love, faith, and forgiveness...peace found within will outweigh all the pain that was ever endured.


ABOUT OBSESSION:

Growing up on the west side of Chicago, Obsession began writing poetry at the tender age of seven. Winning countless awards in her youth, it was plain to see that she was gifted. Upon graduation from The Young Chicago Authors program, she published two poetry books by the age of seventeen. Deciding it was time to expand her creativity, Obsession set out on the journey of novel writing in 2010."Climatic Successions" her debut novelette is set for release in August 2012. With no time wasted, Obsession is currently putting the finishing touches on the sequel to climatic successions and her third poetry book.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

COMING IN OCTOBER

THE BUTTERLY EFFECT...
WITH
@
(AIJA M. BUTLER)


MONIQUE…

Sigh…moan….and a smack of my lips. He was right about the transformation. True passion can’t be tamed. The water tinkled into my bath of milk and honey and I nearly drowned in my thoughts of him. His baseline crept into my thoughts while I drove and chimed in while I conducted business. I nearly ran into the men’s room to get a quiet space to soothe my burning desire. My head hit the stall door skirt hiked up to my waist and I was in full bloom. Slightly, embarrassed…I reached sexual peak.

Moan…sigh…rolling my eyes…, I waited … for the invitation to speak intimately. His instrument soothed my soul, and massaged my inner most thoughts and desires. We have yet to touch. My mental quaked with a reverberation of loves joy.  My feet lost balance and the heat of the room began to burn holes in my oversized tee…

Shower’s head became my new best friend up to about six showers a day. Lost in the emotions of him he whispered into my ear. The word, “hey,” became my point of exhalation. The steam of the shower formed shadows…a silhouette of him…hand prints formed in the glass. Our bodies joined and we became one. It all flowed so clear…it was as though he was there. He whispered I’m here. It’s over…

When I came to he was gone. But his print was singed into my burning skin. His name became a perforating tattoo on the small of my back. Drifting closer into an abyss of insanity, I fell into a deep coma hoping the hours of the day would simply float away.

There wasn’t a moons pass that he didn’t show…my sheets crumbled beneath me and my nails scaled the wall just behind my beds head. The room was in disarray as though it were broken into. The curtains blew in crisp winds…startling my urges…my legs to sway…my heart to jump…then again it flowed from parted lips. The simple greeting that shook my room. “Hey…,” his instrument played into my starving ear. His baseline…that was driving me insane…

Moan…sigh….smack of my lips…waiting to exhale…

SEPTEMBER ISLE OF LOVE...

AMB PUBLICATIONS PRESENTS:
YOUR HEART...MY DESTINATION WITH
AUTHOR TIAUNA DAVIS


YOUR HEART MY DESTINATION -Synopsis

Just when Veronica Williams, a family counselor, and Dr. Mark Matthews made plans to never love again, their hearts tag teamed with fate and made other plans; while on vacation, the two lovers find answers to life’s questions but when paradise is over, and reality sets in, secrets are reveal and decisions are made that could end deadly.

She too is a woman! The sexy and sassy Veronica Williams is engaged to the best lawyer in the state of Texas and for the majority of that time, she spends her nights alone. One particular evening, she noticed how her fiancé, Bryan, would react to the text messages in his phone. And if ever she was to come near him while he had the device in hand, he would immediately shove it into his pockets. Being drunk, an angry Bryan stormed out the room, only to leave his cell phone behind and she read his text messages that were a pure indication of his cheating. That night, she came to the decision that it was time to GETAWAY.

brothers, he hasn’t seen them face to face since that tragic moment. Malcolm partially confesses why he is angry with Mark, and the heaviness in his words caused guilt to wash over Mark like a flood.


Meanwhile Dr. Mark Matthews is having trouble in paradise. Being married to a woman that doesn't believe in cleaning up and making herself attractive can be a strain on a husband. After all, HE IS A MAN! After coming home from a hard day of work, he catches his wife cheating. Although Mark was angry, he knew that he shouldn’t have been. Clearly, the signs were written on the wall. His marriage came to a complete stop on the dead end road of divorce. Seeking of a new beginning, he goes back to the family ranch hoping to find himself again.

It is there that Mark and Veronica come across each other's path. Veronica came to him in the middle of a storm searching for the Matthews Ranch. The next morning, the storm was over, and Veronica awoke with different feelings. In a happy mood, she cooks breakfast and gets carried away in the kitchen and prepares a meal that could feed six. As she sits down at the table, Mark walks into the kitchen and there is when the fire began to spark, and since that day, their hidden desires become revealed as passion began to spread like wild fire.

Mark gives Veronica an open invitation into his mind, but Veronica seems to shut the door at every opportunity for him to get to know her. He doesn’t know if she’s playing hard to get, or if she doesn’t want to be gotten at all. So to see how she felt, Mark kissed her, and it seemed as if fireworks exploded. Maybe that was the pain of her hand slapping him across the face. Yet even after that incident, every time they were together, he could see the fire in her eyes, and sense her heat.

After finalizing his divorce, his brothers came to town, Malcolm and Milton, and tension began to build between Mark and Malcolm. It had been nearly twelve years since he’s seen his brothers. Which was also the day of their mother’s funeral. Even though he kept in touch with his

Malcolm seemed to have interest in Veronica as well, but she made it clear that the dating shop was closed. But her body and soul had other plans. The night Mark and Veronica became sexually intimate, they became one in body and in spirit, although “no strings attached” was their agreement. Their fling was only to be temporary until she knew what she wanted, but the more they became involved, the more her heart became convinced that she wanted him.

 As time begins to whine down on their getaway,  Mark confesses to Veronica that he had fallen in love with her, and likewise for her, yet still she tells him that she had to go. It would be their last meal together, on Christmas day. Mark Matthew Sr. also joins them at the breakfast table,  and everyone is there except for Malcolm who shows up drunk. Seeking revenge on his brother for his mother’s death, Malcolm uses family secrets like snake uses venom, and his words carried the same kind of effect

Veronica goes back to her normal life in the city, also to try and work things out with her ex-fianc√© who convinced her that he never cheated. As if nothing happened, the wedding is continued, and is supposed to take place the day of Valentine’s Day, yet Veronica feels the same way she did before. There was nothing that changed since she’d been gone. The same old depressing feelings come back. She was due to be married but she couldn’t help but remember the great feeling of being with Mark. He had told her to disinfect her heart of him, she tried and thought she did, but all feelings resurrected when he showed up  at her wedding dinner with her godmother/his aunt and another woman.

 Veronica realized that feelings she thought had died off, were never dead. With her wedding day just around the corner, she had to make the decision that could drastically change her life for better, or for worse. If not, death could possibly be the reason Mark and Veronica forever part.

Your Heart My Destination is not your ordinary romance novel. What happens in this book is what happens in real life. I believe that everyone can relate.  From poets, to preachers, narrow minded to open minded people. The book gives an example of when to follow your heart, and when to follow your mind and even explains the beauty of when the mind and heart is in agreement.

There is something about romance novels that I love. No, I don’t believe that life is like a fairytale, but I do believe in happy endings. The ability to write and have readers drawn into the characters is a gift that I want to share with the world. Not only do I write romance, but I also am a poet. I’ve been in poetry slams, and been asked to speak particular pieces for different occasions. Also, I’ve developed a writing/poetry page on Facebook called Hot Chocolate Writings. Currently enrolled in college, seeking a degree in Sociology majoring in Marriage & Family Counseling

            I look forward to hearing from you soon and thank you for your time.

           

Sincerely,






Tiauna C. Young


Phone: 281-886-4921

Sunday, June 3, 2012

NOW ON NOOK!!!




ASIAN PERSUASION NOW ON NOOK...FIRST 5 TO LEAVE A REVIEW WILL RECIEVE A FREE X-FILES REAL OR FANTASY T-SHIRT.

ASIAN PERSUASION PROLOGUE, MOB FIGURE

Prologue


Chen watched Gun and his guest from afar. She was fixated on Gun’s companion. His pearly white smile and deep dimples lured her interests far beyond how deep his pockets may have been. She had money. She was far more interested in the bulge of his pants. She was married to Gun; but their love for one another had long since dissipated.  Chen hid secrets so deep; they couldn’t be recovered if she were buried with them.

Her horrific childhood…, the death of her parents, not to mention her brothers suicide, or how she was sold to the man she thought truly loved her. Chen once thought she was the lucky one, one who had escaped the true elements of a political marriage.

Chen was always looking for a way out. It wasn’t long after the first beating she looked towards freedom. She was tired of Gun’s game. She began to develop one of her own. 

“Cream and sugar..?” Chen asked Terrence as her almond eyes peeked from under her sheer mask.

“Cream…,” Terrence responded loud and clear. He tipped his cup in her direction to offer a Thank you. His eyes never met hers. Chen found that odd about Terrence, she didn’t know whether to take his lack of interest as a sign of disrespect, or respect for Gun and his possessions earning him a badge of honor.

            Gun himself, liked his girls half dressed with their face covered. He said that no one really cared what a woman looked like. They were more concerned about the package. Chen was his girl but she was often used to entice his prey. She feared Gun, but she feared her desires more. Chen feared that her wants would soon be the death of her.

Meeting Terrence was the best thing that had happened to her. He was Gun’s confident, but to her he was her savior.

Mob Figure…Hurry up, Chen grab all that you can. We have to get out of here.”


“Were you followed?” Chen questioned Gun which is something she didn't normally do, but under the circumstances she felt that she had a little le-way in the matter.

Gun paused and eyed Chen to warn her that nothing had changed. She had better do as told or he would leave her to the wolves. Though he knew that wasn't his reality. The money he'd stolen was just that. Stolen goods and if and when the mob found him they would not only take back their possessions they would be sure to kill him in the process.

“Chen, just hurry please no questions just do it. We really don't have the time and I need to know that I can count on you.”

Chen rolled her eyes, but not in his direction. She knew better.

Gun was running about their Korean mansion so fiercely trying to grab the duffle bags and load them into the trunk of his suburban. He was saddened that he would have to leave his most prize possessions but the two of them should consider themselves lucky if they could get out of there with their lives.

Gun ducked suddenly as if his cameras surrounding their mansion could see his whereabouts inside the home. He took one look at the screen and could see the thugs surrounding his home.

“Chen…” he whispered as loud as he could trying desperately to get her attention

            Chen was working like a bat out of hell throwing her belongings inside Guns truck. She was serious about her mission. Gun ducked and dodged the large windows of the house trying to hurry and get to Chen before they caught sight of her. 

“Chen..,” Gun ran to her side in a desperate move to save them both.

“Take off your shoes and get down they are outside. I know their strategy they are going to come in through the master bedroom.” Chen looked nervous. She had to go inside one last time to grab her financial information from the lock box just under rug tucked away inside Gun’s office. Even he didn't know that she had other means to support herself. He did know of her trust, but nothing as substantial as she the load of cash she held close to her heart.

“Just get in the car I have to grab some paperwork.”

“No… let’s go!”

GUN, Chen yelled surprised at her own reaction. “Trust me…,” Chen whispered calmly regaining her composure a bit frightened at what Gun’s possible reaction to her defiance could be.

For the first time in years Gun’s eyes welled with tears. He was very afraid that she would get caught in the cross fire. He didn't say a word however…, because he had no choice but to trust her.

“Hurry…,” He finally spoke as Chen threw her shoes into the car and snuck back into the home low, calm, and collected like a ninja. Chen made her way back up to the second floor before she knew it. She appeared small and fragile but she was well trained. Only she knew that she wasn't a true opponent for Gun with weapon in hand. She did however consider sparring with him on a regular basis, if only he’d rid himself of his toy’s and stand-up to face her like a man.

Gun was a terror. In her right mind she would easily use this chance to flee from his grasp; but she couldn't be sure of how serious his transgression against the mob was. So all she could do was hope for the best. Huffing and puffing in an effort to grab hold to her breath she rolled into Gun’s office like a spy. She was playing the part for sure by this time.

Chen’s hands were shaking once she spotted the men in ski masks bouncing up the stairs of their home. Chen steadied her hands and quickly unlocked the safe, as if disabling a bomb. She grabbed hold to the petty cash totaling one hundred thousand dollars, along with her papers of American citizenship and other pertinent documents. Chen checked her surroundings once more as she noticed the uncomfortable silence as she tucked the information under her dress. Feeling the hairs on the back of her neck begin to stand she took refuge to be sure the coast was clear by slipping into the storage closet.

Shortly, after Chen could hear the men walking by. They were quiet and in their approach; but she could hear the drawers being thrown open and the books on the shelves knocked to the floor. She couldn't be sure if they were looking for money because of the small areas of concern. What had Gun stolen from these people? The very men he was sworn to protect he betrayed, a play for power she knew her father could never have been a part of.

Meanwhile, Gun was sweating bullets as he waited for Chen to return. His selfish mind wanted so much to drive straight through the garage doors and never look back.

Gun pondered what could be taking Chen so long. Perhaps they weren't going to use weapons at all maybe they were going for a silent kill, a true anguish of torture to leave the best for last. That's what he would do and he was sure that they had an agenda as he had killed with these men many times before.

Gun coached his way back to sanity as he waited for Chen’s arrival. He was sure they were going to die. The mob was relentless in their prey and they would leave no stone untouched. Gun hadn't felt a stitch of guilt until now. A new feeling to Gun just moments before his fate was sealed. He was marked for death and he had taken innocent Chen down in the process.

Gun took a deep breath and swallowed hard before deciding to load both his 40 calico and 357. He set one on his lap and the other on the dashboard of his truck. He was going to go in hot if Chen didn't make her way back to the car in the next minute. Gun began his count down breathing heavily and blowing steam, nervous but ready to take on the world.

"30...29...28," Gun continued his count as he jumped down from the truck to stand in front of the exit door preparing to fire his weapon at the slightest movement. He was so nervous and trigger happy. Chen would be lucky to miss a bullet herself.

"27...26...25," Gun shifted his weight and readied himself. Just as he looked down to his feet, Chen burst into the door empty handed with his prize, “Munetoshi Yuki sword.”

 Gun looked up startled and out of his element. If she was an intruder she could have easily killed him with one blow. Gun exhaled as Chen fell into the garage and bolted the door behind her. The sword was a little heavy for her body but she held as though it were a small hand gun.

Gun shook his way back into kill or be killed mode and threw his artillery into the passenger seat of the car as he instructed Chen to get into the backseat. It wasn't over yet, but while the men were inside the main home they needed to make a break for it.

The coast seemed clear, as Gun and Chen studied the cameras inside the garage. Gun thought about opening the door to the garage and simply driving out like normal but he couldn't be sure what was lurking in the trees of his campus. Chen lay down on the floor of the backseat with her hand on a gun and the other on the butt of the sword that glistened against the black leather of the backseat. She was ready as ever and had nothing to lose at the moment. It was all or nothing.

Gun took one deep breath as he instructed auto start to chime in. He grabbed hold of his steering wheel so tight his yellow skin paled to a snow white. Inhaling as deep as his chest would allow he put his foot on the gas and sped off driving straight through the garage doors and down the pathway to the main streets of Korea. If they were followed he didn't pay any attention. He was so fixated at the road he didn't care to look back.

It was a grueling two hour drive from Pyongyang North Korea, to Seoul South Korea where they felt safe to board a plane. The flight was nearly thirteen hours.

Gun was so nervous his assassin made the plane ride with him he didn't sleep a wink. With Terrence present he could rest assure his safety; but he was a few hours behind them tying up loose ends.

Terrence, “The Terror,” the gang often called him. He was a hot head but calculated in his deliverance of vengeance. Terrence was Guns right hand man a secret he kept from Chen for a number of reasons. He was the one left with blood on his hands the fall guy, so to speak. To Gun, Terrence was his best friend when in his presence but he used him in any and every way possible. He truly needed Terrence; he trusted Terrence with his life but never his women. Only now he would be left with no choice. He was all he had left aside from Chen, and in America she would be sure to test the waters and her new found liberation.


Saturday, June 2, 2012

Born Again, THE RESURRECTION...

COMING AUGUST 2012




“Around and around I go…, this life of experience. Around in death, in remission, and back to the fight, around and around I go…”

 I was 76 pounds of scar tissue to meat upon my bones. Forgetting the struggle from time to time I got caught in the winds. I was found out cold riddled with signs of my disease. My soul was dying and I had to die in order to be reborn. Grabbing hold to my shoulders I cradled my frail bod and whispered these words, “I want to survive.”

 There was a time when I didn’t want to fight. I didn’t see much reason to deny the inevitable. This is my story, my reason, my life support, my cause. I survived, but many a time I must call to remember why. I get frustrated when things don’t go my way. I get frazzled when the winds pick up and threaten to close my lungs and stifle my breathing.
I write to remind myself of the fight and uphold my shield for I am at war. I write these words of encouragement, mentoring, and self-reflection as I recover. I also write my words of hurt, pain, and odd feelings as I am reborn. It is a daily fight to remember your struggle.

THE FINE PRINT

You ever suffer from an illness or discomfort of some sort and this remarkable commercial comes on that says, “Tired of feeling depressed, tired of just sitting around your home working the same dead-end job?” Or how about, “The cure is here. No more aches and pains…” You get up from your slump and scoot to the edge of your seat with all the excitement you can muster, and as you exhale you hear a man mumbling gibberish incoherently about the side-effects to the drugs or activity.
The sulking continues, who wants to risk the possibility of death due to side effects of the drug, rather than the symptoms? Life is much the same. When we are born we grow.

Then we come of age, and our rebellious natures choose paths both good and bad. However as we humans plan for our goals to become a reality, rarely do we consider the fine print. The fine-prints I speak of are the many snags, trials, and tribulations that come along with this life journey. We want to be successful, we want to feel loved, and we naturally well into our adult lives would like the approval of both our peers and parents.

Sadly, life happens, things don’t always come in order, and the fine-print on labels are often overlooked. So what’s the stitch? What do we do with the life after moments that leave our mouths wide open with shock and dismay? Do we perhaps just throw in the towel and say better luck next time? Or do we stand and take our lives back, noting the mishap, and beginning anew. I don’t down the fine-print. I embrace it. It causes me to pay attention to my goals, my dreams, my peers, and even my family.

The fine-print is a simple cautionary warning. Think of it as a wet floor sign right before you enter into a public restroom. You wouldn’t just scurry in full speed, unless you happened to disregard the sign. Take a pilot for instance, there is a long list of to do’s before you are cleared to take off. You read, you study, you train, and then you soar.

This is what my life after honestly means. It is about all those leaps of faith we take, and those experience we encounter along the way. We are not always informed of the possible set-backs we may or may not endure. But this is the sole purpose of this memoir I share my quirky short stories about my illness, my recovery, loss of sensibility and my fight to achieve what many said I couldn’t. After all 10 years ago doctors called my time of death 11/22/02 at 2:30am. What can I say there was a change in plans, God’s plan. I am living proof. There is a life after. “Clear we have a pulse…” 




ABOUT AUTHOR AIJA M. BUTLER



Author Aija Monique Butler, was born in San Diego California, in 1979. She currently resides in the San Francisco Bay area. She is a Residential Care Facility Administrator for the State of California, Specializing in Acute Care, Dementia, and Diabetes, for the elderly.

                                          Aija is the Owner of AMB Publishing Productions, a small publishing and consulting firm for Authors and Non-profit development officers. She is an Advocate and Philanthropist for non-profit program development in the areas of Youth and Social Service Development. She is a grant writer and has an academic background in psychology and medicine. Aija has a love for the arts and is a writer of poetry, both fiction, and non-fiction novels, memoirs, and screen plays.

                                          Aija Butler is the founder and executive director of, "Dis Me, The Blog Diary’s," A Literary group which looks to help students learn how to use effective communication, in expressing thoughts and feelings with their peers and elders. This advocacy program is dedicated to an effort to cease violence among teens and bullying in schools, in dedication to her deceased brother. The goal of the program is to open the lines of communication in an effort to improve teacher/student and parent/child relations.

                                           Written works by Aija Butler, include the Fiction, Mystery Suspense Psychological Thriller, My Nemesis a 4 part book series, true crime erotica, X-1 Asian Persuasion of the X-file Series, Co-Author of erotic thriller, Real or Fantasy series book one with Ellen Dixon, Non-Fiction Memoirs, “Life Honestly After, The Undeniable Truth, Life Honestly After, The Fine Print, a short story Series, The Rebirth of My Soul, and Born Again The Resurrection,” which is a 365 day journey that takes an intimate look at her walk with illness, sharing her journey through recovery and independence.