The Reading Corner and Literary Tips

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Why Write?
Survey Says

I’ve heard people ask this question a lot. I’ve asked many authors and writers to respond and this is what they said.

To share their story

To leave a legacy of family information

To relieve stress

To please their souls

Why do you write?

Friday, September 14, 2007

Meet New Author, Xavier Pierre, Jr. Author of Lovers Anonymous
For more information or interviews contact:
Contact: Rose Jackson-Beavers
Phone: 314.306.2972
Publisher’s website:

Revelations of A Tortured Soul

In his autobiographical debut, Lovers’ Anonymous, Xavier Pierre, Jr. not only showcases his storytelling skills, but he also takes readers on a visual tour of Haiti that is filled with sex, frustration, pain and adventure.

Xavier Pierre Jr., knows a thing about living the good life. He has grown used to being chauffeured around by his driver and having all his needs met by the housekeeping staff. Yet even with such a privileged lifestyle, he has learned that every negative action he commits, leads him deeper into the darkness of his personal storms. In Lovers’ Anonymous, Pierre provides readers with a translucent view of the demons that he has been forced to face and the hard lessons he has involuntarily learned on his trek to gain a fuller understanding of himself and the reasons why he is the man he is today.

Lovers’ Anonymous is a gripping and heart wrenching story that will have readers crying and laughing out loud at some of the antics of the characters represented. This personal account of Pierre’s struggles and triumphs encourages readers that though it is easy to accept defeat, it is imperative to view challenges as a motivation to forge ahead and triumph to victory.

Born in Haiti and raised on Long Island, Xavier Pierre Jr. is a computer specialist who, after 22 years working in the computer industry, started writing short stories as a means of sharing his life experiences. His writing was so powerful that readers were always asking to know the rest of the story. This led to work on Lovers’ Anonymous and the upcoming sequel Twelve Steps to Love. In addition to being a writer, Pierre is a gifted photographer.

Editor’s note: For more information about Lovers’ Anonymous or to schedule an interview with Xavier Pierre, Jr., call Prioritybooks at 314-306-2972 or write to You may also contact the author at He is available for book signings. Lovers’ Anonymous can be purchased from, or directly from the website at

from Chapter One: Pain in the Neck
Here are the first 2 paragraphs of the book.
I opened my eyes and saw nothing. It was pitch black. I was in extreme pain and I had no idea where I was. My heart started racing as panic set in. “Breathe, just breathe, nice and slow, deep breaths,” I said to myself, metering out the words as I fought against the terror. OK, I had to start with the basics and work out a solution. “My name, what's my name?” I waited for an answer but none came. “What's my f#cking name!?” I screamed the words inside my skull and waited. A painfully long moment later the answer came: “Xavier! My name is Xavier.” Damn!

I'd been through this before but it never took me this long to remember my name. I was lying on my back in a narrow space about two feet wide. Using my hands, I could feel broken glass on the bare wood surface I was lying on. Every movement caused extreme hurt everywhere, but the worst pain was in my neck and I had great difficulty moving my head. I had no idea where I was but whenever this happened, I usually woke up in someone else's bed. Several times, I had even woken up in my own room and not recognized where I was. It was always scary but this was infinitely more terrifying. For all I knew, I might be at the bottom of a mine shaft… or worse. Wherever I was, this was very bad. The panic started again as I considered the possibility that I had been buried alive. “Easy now, slow down, deep breaths.” I had to remain calm. Half expecting to feel the inside of a casket lid I reached up into empty space. That simple movement hurt like hell, but I was relieved to find that I wasn’t in a coffin.

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