Friday, June 28, 2013

Lost Turtle


Guess what I found moving slowly across the road on my way to work yesterday morning?

A huge ass turtle.

He was moving across the street in front of Circle R (gas station). I pulled to the side of the road, parked, and stepped out to help him across so nobody would drive over him. An older guy came out of the store and gave me a weird look. I waved him over and he came to assist me in helping this poor reptile. I went to pick him up, reaching for the edge of his shell, but the guy stopped me.

"You don’t want to do that," he told me. "He’s a snapping turtle. People here will make stew out of him."

I gaped at him, "Are you serious?"

He nodded. "Yup."

And then old Willie came out of the store, saw what we were doing and hollered, "Looks like you have supper there?"

I looked at him and shook my head. "No."

We then tried nudging the turtle across the road with our feet, but the poor guy was scared. I moved in front of him and tried coaxing him forward.

It worked!

He started moving towards me. And then a cute guy stepped in with a fishing net and scooped him in it. He told me he would release him in the river.

I hope so.

I should have made him promise me he would. LOL.

I had told this story on Facebook, but for those of you who aren't following me there, I thought I'd share it with you. :)



Happy Friday! :D

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Guest Post–Character Design by Carson Craig


As a writer, I am always looking for ways to make my story more enjoyable for the reader. I want them to be able to delve into the world I have built and feel as if they are a part of it. Recent research has shown that while we read a fictional story, we are placing ourselves within the story as the character at hand. Our brains react to the events as if we were actually there. For that reason, I wanted to provide one of my biggest novel writing tips when it comes to character design.



Character Outlines are Essential


I'm not the first person to recommend outlining when it comes to writing a novel. Everyone has their own way, and I'll admit, mine is probably the least organized. My goal is not to plot out the entire book before I write it. I allow myself to think as I write. I want my characters to react to what I am typing, not have a predefined response. That being said, I believe that Character Outlines are essential to your novel. You can write straight through without plot outlines if you want, but your characters deserve a little bit more attention.

You may think that after 10,000 words, keeping track of everyone won't be a problem. When you get to 50,000 words, suddenly you've forgotten the last name of that guy that did something important five chapters back. As a result, you are left to search back through your documents to find your description of that character.

You don't need to outline every character at first, and if they only appear for a specific seen, just give them a name and short description as you write it. Record it all in one location for reference, but if they serve no greater purpose than to sell them a bag of rice, don't bother with an entire outline.


Every Character Wants Something


Make sure your character has purpose. Every chapter, your character should have a goal in mind that relates back to who they are. Their goal may be finding a restroom or saving the planet. It doesn't matter, as long as they are striving for something and revealing a little more to the reader about who they are and what motivates them. If you define what your character wants, you will find that it is easier to give them a unique personality as they draw closer to their prize.

Novel Character Names


So now comes the fun part of naming your characters. Don't spend ages on this. If you can't figure out a name, just write your novel with your character as Guy or The Bad Character . Once you've wrote your novel, you should have a better understanding of who they are and what they want, making naming them a bit easier. Just do a ctrl+h and replace Guy with Boiler. (That just happens to be one of the names I gave to the man who worked in the boiler rooms all the time).

Try to make your character's name tie in to who they are. Different names carry different meaning. Volger carries a different meaning than Adam. Because my steampunk novel, Titan Project, deals with steampunk technology, two names that occur are Boiler and Nathan Axle.


Character Defects Are Essential to Character Outlines


Once you have established what drives your character, you now need to delve into who they are. Just because you have defined what makes everyone 'tick' in your character outlines, it does not mean you have fully defined who they are. Every character needs a flaw. As much as you may want to see your protagonist and the hero, he must have his flaws. Readers want believable characters, not infallible superhumans. Some examples:


Superman is weak against kryptonite and magic
Hercules is a demigod, making him partly mortal
Achilles had that deal with his heel
Nathan Axle had lost portions of his memory from a space battle (that's my protagonist)

Just as your protagonist needs his flaws, so do your antagonists. Flaws can be physical, mental or emotional. Batman is constantly haunted by the death of his parents, which falls more under emotional issues. Character outlines will help you build your character around their motivations and inevitably lead you to finding flaws with them. You may have them already planned out in your head, but if not, now is the best time to ground them in reality.

It's Your Story, so Plan Accordingly

Just as I mentioned grounding your characters in reality is one of my favorite novel writing tips, I must also mention that you make your settings and plots believable. Even if you are delving into science fiction or fantasy, the more believable the made up stuff is, the better. My novel has battleships in space during WWII. It is extremely far fetched, but I have outlined infrastructures and technologies to make them more believable. I recently published two posts, one making a believable world, which you can read in Part 1 and Part 2.


In the end, it's up to you to create an interesting world readers want to place themselves into. They want to read about characters and places they find interesting. I wish you the best of luck in your writing. Remember, every character has something that motivates them and every character has a flaw. It's up to you to find out what these are.

BIO:

 

My name is Carson Craig. I am the author of Steam Age: Titan Project, which is currently undergoing some editing (along with the cover). It is a steampunk in space novel. I also run a website that focuses on helping beginning authors and writers by providing them with writing and blogging tips to help get their author platform started.


Website: http://www.carsoncraig.com

Twitter: http://twitter.com/carsonwcraig

Facebook: http://facebook.com/steamagetitanproject









 





Monday, June 24, 2013

Book Feature-One By One by Yawatta Hosby

Today I’m featuring a book by the wonderful author Yawatta Hosby. Check it out.


BACK COVER BLURB:



Rae faces a dilemma when her brother, Kenan, announces a man wants to buy their log cabin in Virginia. A place abandoned after they helplessly watched their parents tortured and killed inside.

Rae reluctantly agrees to travel with her brother to sign over the deed once he mentions their six friends are tagging along for moral support. Before the road trip begins, Marissa, Rae's best friend, picks up a stranger for a weekend hook-up.

The next morning, two of her friends have disappeared from their room. And worse, someone has sabotaged their two Jeeps, leaving them stranded.

Alone in the woods, thirty miles from civilization with no cell phone reception, the weekend turns into a deadly game when a killer hunts Rae and her friends. They struggle to stay alive and discover the truth.

Is someone stalking them, or is there a killer among the group?

Reminiscent of "Harper's Island," ONE BY ONE is a disturbing mystery thriller where a group of friends let paranoia get the best of them. With suspense and betrayal, it'll also remind readers of "Scream." Someone never intended for them to leave the cabin and will follow through with the plan by any means necessary.

ONE BY ONE EXCERPT:
 

Kenan leaned against the Jeep while Tobey pumped gas. They stood alone. "Brady made a point in the car. What if Adam is dangerous?"

Tobey cracked his neck. "We could take him," he said matter-of-factly. Not cocky. Not aggressively. He wasn't the kind of guy to jump into random fights or shouting matches to prove his manhood, but if he needed to protect himself or loved ones, that wouldn't be a problem for him.

Within the few minutes he spent outside, Tobey hadn't noticed any cars pull into the parking lot or drive past. Was this a ghost town? One of those places where crazy locals took turns tormenting, terrorizing, and murdering outsiders, who foolishly stopped in this No Name, NoHintOfItOnAMap town? Or worse yet, what if the town was full of racists?

WHERE TO BUY:

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/One-By-ebook/dp/B00CX20LH0/

Barnes and Noble:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-by-one-yawatta-hosby/1115519591?ean=2940016679631


Smashwords:
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/322660




AUTHOR BIO:

Yawatta Hosby enjoys connecting with other writers through blogging. With a desire to escape every day life, she creates novels, novellas, and short stories. She's always had a fascination with psychology, so she likes to focus on the inner-struggles within her characters. Yawatta is also an avid reader, favorite genres: mystery, thriller, horror, and women's fiction.



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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Book Feature-Acts of Life by Merita King


Today I’m featuring a wonderful book called Acts of Life by Merita King. The cover of this book is awesome, don’t you think?

Now, let’s get to the blurb, excerpt, Merita’s bio and where you can purchase Acts of Life.

Blurb:
Jake Elloway has a glittering career as one of Earth’s most celebrated vidicom movie stars and enjoys his privileged lifestyle to the full. An arrogant megalomaniac, Jake is handsome and talented, but selfish and indulgent. When he is offered a role that is something of a departure from the muscle bound action heroes he usually plays, he is hesitant to accept. Persuaded by his Personal Assistant to take the role, Jake reluctantly agrees to spend three months living and working aboard an inter galactic freight liner as research for this new role, and hopes that his new environment will afford him plenty of beautiful female fans to seduce.

Life aboard the Mayan Queen quickly proves to be anything but comfortable, and when the vessel is boarded by pirates intent on kidnapping Jake for a substantial ransom, he realises that not everyone aboard is keen to protect him. When the small group of friends make a desperate bid for freedom, a new nightmare begins.

 

Excerpt:

Shib looked at the sensor readout and nodded. He was pleased that his calculations were correct and the shuttle did have enough power to get them to Tellizon 4 but he was a little worried about how his companions would survive the landing. He wondered whether to tell them or not and decided that honesty is always the best policy.

"Gentlemen?" he called.

"Yeah buddy," Nef replied.

"We’re approaching the Tellizon system now and we do have enough power in the cells to reach the fourth planet."

"That’s fantastic." The group sighed with relief and grinned at each other.

"However," Shib continued, "we don’t have enough to control our landing."

"Oh shit," Crib hissed.

"What?" Jake exclaimed. "You mean we’re gonna crash after coming all this way? What the fuck?"

"Our power will run out approximately two thirds the way into our landing manoeuver, which will mean we have to glide our way in and our landing won’t be the most comfortable."

"How long do we have?" Manlee asked.

"Forty six minutes," Shib replied.

"Okay everyone, lock down," Nef yelled and the group leapt up, leaving Jake sitting there wondering what was going on.

"What can I do?"

"We have to lock down everything that isn’t already bolted down," Crib called. "Anything loose could take off your head when we touch down so either tie it down, lock it up, stuff it somewhere or sit on it. Whatever works for ya buddy, just use your initiative."

"Oh shit," Jake hissed as he too, leapt up. "Okay, yeah." He looked around and saw several boxes at the back of the shuttle, stacked together. He ran over, grabbed one, and looked around for somewhere to put it. He was about to despair when he saw the door to the toilet standing open. He stacked the boxes in the toilet cubicle, along with the ten emergency space suits he found stuffed into a corner, the boxes of emergency ration packs and a toolbox full of tools. He checked and double checked the rear section for anything loose and found nothing more so he shut the toilet cubicle door and went to join the others.

"Everything clear down the back Jake?" Ace asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, I stuffed everything into the toilet so y’all are gonna have to piss ya pants," he replied. Everyone looked round at him and one by one, started to laugh.

Manlee came rushing over and handed everyone a small package.

"Here ya go guys; I found these under a seat."

Jake took one and turned it over in his hands. It was roughly six inches square and wrapped in some kind of clear film.

"What’s this?" he asked.

"It’s a crash collar," Nef replied. "Open it up and unfold it." Jake found what looked like a twelve-inch-by-twelve-inch inflatable cushion three inches thick, with two stiff, three-inch wide bands attached to one side.

"You blow it up by pulling out that plug there," he said as he pointed to a small nipple in one corner, which Jake pulled and watched as the cushion immediately inflated.

"Then you put the two bands around your neck," Nef continued as he demonstrated, "with the cushion at the back of your head. Once we’re strapped into our seats, these will ensure that your head and neck are stabilized so that the movement of the crashing shuttle doesn’t cause your head to rock back and forth enough to damage your neck."

"Oh I see," he nodded. "Neat, thanks. I may have two broken legs and a shattered pelvis but at least I won’t have a crick in my neck." Guffaws once again filled the shuttle and this time, Manlee was amongst them.

"I would urge you all to buckle up now gentlemen," Shib called and the group leapt back into their seats and strapped themselves in. Jake struggled with his until Nef came to his aid, before strapping his backpack to a bulkhead and jumping back into his own seat.

"I’m trying to ensure we land as near as possible to one of the scientific outposts but as we will be gliding in, I cannot be accurate as to exactly how far away we will be."

"We trust you buddy," Ace yelled as the shuttle gave a lurch and Jake went white.

"It’s okay Jake," Manlee said from the next seat. "It’s just the natural turbulence of re-entry. Once we’re through the outer atmosphere things will calm down."

Jake looked at Manlee as much as the crash collar would allow and tried to smile but he was terrified and it showed.

"It didn’t jump around this much when Shib flew me up to the Mayan Queen," he remarked.

"We are going a hundred times the speed now Jake," Shib called. "And it is essential that I lower our speed considerably if we are to have a chance of survival. To do this I have to turn the ship’s nose up slightly so that we’re effectively in the belly flop posture. This is extremely un-aerodynamic which is the cause of the turbulence. Once we’re down further I can get the nose down a little and things will calm down, trust me."

"Okay," Jake hissed. "I choose to trust you buddy."

The shuttle shot down through the outer atmosphere of Tellizon 4, the belly of the craft soon becoming white-hot and the turbulence rougher with each passing second. Jake was convinced that they were going to break up any second and although not a religious man in any sense of the word, he prayed for deliverance. All at once, they broke through the cloud layer and into the bluest sky any of them had ever seen and as Shib brought the nose down and the turbulence disappeared, the engines died. The shuttle glided silently down and those in the nearest seats to the cockpit craned their necks to see out of the windows. Thick forest met their eyes and Ace wished he had not bothered to look. He turned away and gulped.

"What?" Jake asked when he noticed him pale. "What did you see?"

"It’s thick forest down there," he replied.

"Oh shit," Nef exclaimed and closed his eyes."

"So I guess that’s a bad thing huh?" Jake asked, his eyes darting from Ace to Nef and back again.

"It’s certainly not the best thing we could’ve hoped for," Nef replied.

"Why not? Won’t the trees help to break our fall or something?"

"Unfortunately not," Manlee cut in. "The first moment we hit a tree, the momentum will flip us over and we’ll end up cartwheeling down through the trees. This is probably gonna hurt guys."

"But won’t they just break under our weight?"

"This shuttle is too small and at the speed we’re traveling, any sudden change of balance will have a massive effect on the whole craft."

"For fuck’s sake," Jake hissed. "This movie better break the box office records or I’m gonna be seriously pissed."

"What’s the movie called Jake?" Manlee asked. "You never told us."

"Acts of Life," he replied. "It’s a play on words y’see. Facts of life to acts of life. It’s about this man going through a traumatic experience, but it’s also about him facing up to his life and how he gets to know himself, the real guy within and how that changes him into a better person. Up to then he’s been something he’s not, hiding behind a mask designed to keep the real person hidden away from sight and it’s all about how he finds himself again, the real person. So instead of acting someone he’s not, he becomes his true self. Y’see? Acts of Life."

"That’s a nice title," Ace said and Crib nodded. "Clever."

"Thanks," Jake smiled. "Actually I thought of it myself."

"That shows insight Jake," Manlee said. Before Jake could reply, there was an almighty bang, the shuttle lurched violently up at the rear, and everyone found themselves momentarily upside down as the craft cartwheeled twice through the air. Shib fought with the emergency glide controls and managed to right the shuttle moments before it hit the ground belly down with a bone wrenching crunch and slid several hundred yards; coming to rest facing back the way they’d come.

 

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Bio:

Merita King has loved the science fiction and fantasy genre in both books and movies since she was a young child. She has been greatly inspired by years of watching movies and reading books and has wanted to make a contribution to this genre for many years. Her stories all contain a strong spiritual thread as she believes that spirituality is universal and crosses all boundaries. She believes that the creative process is largely intuitive and can be very effectively blocked by too much pre-planning. "Plot lines, characters and events all come to me intuitively," she says, "and this makes the act of writing a constant pleasure." She is a psychic medium and lives alone in Hampshire, UK.

 
 
 
 

 




 




 









 

 



Monday, June 17, 2013

Gemini Rising: Ethereal Fury Blog Tour




About the Book:

Title: Ethereal Fury (bk 1 Gemini Rising) by Jessica O'Gorek

Release Date: June 4, 2013

Genre: Fantasy / Futuristic / Teen

BEWARE! THE PLANET IS WOUNDED... THE GEMINI ARE RISING AND OUR TIME ON EARTH IS LIMITED


 Mother Earth, wounded by the human race and its disregard for her resources, will recruit human souls to serve Her and turn against humanity. A rising force festers; Gemini, a clan of paranormal beings will systematically possess and destroy towns, cities, and states. Amidst the chaos, a forbidden relationship between Onyx, a lead Gemini, and Violette, a human, begins. They will both find themselves in the middle of a revolutionary war that will either save, or destroy our world.
  
Excerpt:

So here he was, a few feet away from the same tree where he had gotten distracted the other day. He hovered beside it this time, instead of at the top, trying to pinpoint where the voices were coming from.


He saw a young man with black hair standing with his arms crossed and a distant expression on his face. He would nod occasionally at a young girl sitting on a bench in a yellow nightgown. How sweet, he thought bitterly. Young lovers on an evening stroll.

This was a good situation because people were easier to take over when they were preoccupied. He could tell by the low tones these two were deep in conversation. He settled in next to some thick branches laden with young magnolia buds. It was a shame he couldn't smell them; he had heard they were lovely. It was a shame they wouldn't smell them much longer.

He felt the thrill of the hunt roiling within him, looking for a way up and out. Similar to a burning sensation, it made him drunk with the heavy desire to take. When at its peak, it would rule him, control his thoughts and actions. Nothing had ever stopped him once past the brink of his cravings. Once he tasted a soul he liked, there was nothing to do but dive in and absorb its essence, taking over the body the way a captain steers a ship.

The transformation from rational thinking to animal instinct always amazed him. It never got boring or old, and no two souls were the same. Some fought harder than others; older people were more difficult to tame. Sometimes children were so fascinated by him that they would just stare, stupefied by his presence, which made for an easy kill. Children didn't have any premonitions of possession. They tended to focus on identifying what was in front of them, instead of fearing it. They never knew what hit them, never had a chance to worry, or pray, or say goodbye to their parents. He became their goodbye.

He pondered this in preparation for taking these two. As he sank down closer to them, the humming in his fingertips began to pulse. He could now see the back of the girl. Her long, dark wavy hair hung almost to her waist, and the frilly nightgown covered her from neck to toe. The pulsing was turning into a throbbing. Quickly, he darted around the pair to get a better look at the girl in her little yellow gown. She was small and fragile, no more than 16, his best guess. She was pretty too.

Closer and closer he levitated, until he was within sensing range, close enough that they would feel the heat emanating from him. He rolled over in the air to look at the other side of the girl's face. Something about her seemed familiar. He halted his assault, the delay putting a damper on his zeal. Was there something wrong with him?

He pulled away a few feet to work himself up for the dive again. He started his descent, determined this time. To strike was easy; to subdue and tame the spirit could sometimes take a while. Once in the boy, he would have to reassure the girl that her friend was okay. All they ever needed was a little pat or a smile; they were so simple and insecure. Sheep, he though bitterly.

He inhaled the scent of her, breathed it in deeply with his eyes closed. Who was this girl? He was getting angry now. What the hell was going on?

Instead of trying to remember how he knew her or to analyze the effect she was having on him, he grew enraged and swirled a little, working up his confidence. When he looked down to aim himself, his prey were running, both of them, to the church door. The boy was literally dragging the girl as she struggled to keep up. He followed close behind them, telling himself he could catch up, he could do this.

Suddenly, they both stopped, the boy’s face a display of fear and panic. He had alarmed them somehow. Had he gotten sloppy when he started to lose his temper or moved in too fast for the last attempt? It was the boy who had sensed him, the boy who looked terrified and confused. He flew up about 30 or 40 feet high and started his dive-bomb, a practical and powerful feat that never failed him.

At the last moment, right when he could almost taste them, they started running again, and it was either tackle or lose. They were within arm’s reach when he came to a screeching halt as a glass door shut in his face. If it wasn’t a sacred place he could just walk right through it and continue his assault. But this was holy ground and he was very much uninvited.

Why had he stopped? He knew it was the girl, he just didn't know why. It was as if she had thrown up an invisible shield around the two of them, a shield that protected both of them. But that was crazy! Never had a human defied him so effortlessly! She wasn't even trying, didn’t even know he existed, but she has crippled his efforts.

He felt the need to growl, so he did. Not very loudly, but it made him feel better. He wanted to know more about this girl and where her strength came from. He watched carefully as they conversed. She stood, leaning on the glass door, a bewildered glint in her eyes. She looked… lost. Why did he care? He’d failed this mission because of her. Why was he still here thinking about her? He should be on his way back to the caves to report his losses to Tork and The Mother. Should be


Book Links:

Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Gemini-Rising-ebook/dp/B00D7I6BGY/ref=sr_1_sc_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1371391299&sr=1-2-spell&keywords=gemni+rising

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17738490-ethereal-fury?ac=1


About the Author:


I was born in Chesapeake, Virginia on April 19th, 1979. I was raised within the American Indian religion and was taught great respect for the earth and all its living beings. Powwows, sweat lodges, vision quests, you name it, I’ve done it. I was the weird kid who would confront kids on the playground in elementary school when they squished a bug. I would very sincerely tell them what they were doing was morally wrong and then I would pray for the bug to come back as a butterfly in its next life.

I grew up admiring my father, Barry Weinstock, as an author. When I was twelve I started hand writing novels. My first one was two thousand pages. My daughter, who is thirteen, is currently working on her first novel. I hope to continue the legacy.

Author links:

Website: http://1geminirising.wix.com/geminirising

Blog: http://geminirising1.blogspot.com/

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Jessica-OGorek/e/B00CT8A5TM/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/GeminiRising1

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jessica-OGorek/306913389429972











 













 



 
 


 

 

 
 


 
  



 


 

 
 
 



 
 


  






 
 
 




 




 




 




 



 

Friday, June 14, 2013

Blog Makeover

As you can see, my blog is getting a makeover. It looks awesome, right? I think so. Rachel Rivera who owns Parajunkee Design is doing it, and she does awesome work. However, there are still some things that need to be fixed, which I’m sure you can see. It’ll be all good soon, but in the meantime, check out the book review I did on the previous post.


I hope you have a wonderful weekend! :) 


Book Review on Remembered by E.D. Brady


Warning: Spoiler Alert!


I’ve been wanting to read Remembered by E.D. Brady for a while now, and I’m glad I did. It’s a great book and E.D. is a wonderful writer. I was surprised another reviewer had said this book was confusing and the story wasn’t sticking to certain elements regarding the world in Vistira. For the record, it wasn’t confusing and E.D.’s creativity spun details of both worlds in a magical tapestry of wonder and curiosity.


*Spoiler Alert*


The story begins with Emily who was abandoned at the age of six and doesn’t remember her parents or the time before that. She grew up in foster homes and became friends with Cappy, who by the way, is a wonderful friend and great character. Years later, Emily begins having dreams about a hot guy who adores her and seems very real. She becomes baffled by these dreams and decides to see a psychologist in hope to root out her problems and deal with them. When Emily agrees to be hypnotized, frightening memories of being kidnapped resurface. After the disturbing session, she decides to never see the doctor again and welcomes Cappy’s unrelenting support in the matter.

When Emily decides to go on a business trip to Europe with her boss, she wanders off and finds herself in another world, and her name is Annella Derlyn.

Here is where I’m starting to love this book.

A floodgate of memories washes over Annella. She remembers the house she grew up in and goes there. She remembers her parents had died, leaving her to care for her brother Max and sister Cora who are twins and years younger than she.

I think E.D. has a gift for writing fairytale type books, because when the story shifts into the land of Vistira, her ability as a writer dances off the page in a wonderful performance that had me smiling.

When Annella (Annie) goes to town, she sees the words The Citadom, etched on a stone building. She feels a strange flutter in her belly, but doesn’t know why. However, she does remember the building houses the Vistira’s government and law enforcers. But the men of the Citadom aren’t typical policemen, they’re more like peacekeepers, healers, and spiritual advisors wrapped into one. They’re referred to as Peacemen who took vows of celibacy. One of the Peacemen happens to be Kellus Kir. He’s an apprentice and the hot dude who was in Annie’s dreams--when she was living the life as Emily.

Deciding to change her modern clothes before she calls attention to herself, she goes home to her little cottage and sits down, absorbing all the memories of this life.

The story then shifts to when Annie meets Kellus, and a good portion of the book is backstory. But that’s okay, because it’s all good.

Kellus and Annie are instantly attracted to each other, but Kellus tries to fight it, due to his obligation as a Peaceman and the vow he took. However, eventually he gives in and admits to Annie he’s in love with her. In secret they get married. Blissfully happy, they later go back to Annie’s house. While Kellus is outside, she gets kidnapped. A spell is performed on her which propels her to an alternate universe as Emily. And though she’s only gone for six months, according to Vistira’s time, in the time of Emily, it has been sixteen years. So when Emily turns twenty-two–the same age she was when she got kidnapped–the dreams of Kellus began and the enchantment placed upon her breaks.

The story rewinds back to Annie sitting on her floor in the cottage. She hops to her feet, changes her clothes and finds Cora and Max residing with Kellus’ family. His family is awesome, and I really like his brother Markum. It’s a heartfelt reunion because everybody thought she was dead . . . well, except for Kellus. While she was missing, he believed she was  still alive, telling everybody he would know if she past from their world.


But Kellus is in bad shape. He’s grief-stricken and discovers how to remedy it.

Alcohol.

With the urging of the Under Master at the Citadom, Kellus goes back as a Peaceman. Meanwhile, Annie tells his family and her two siblings exactly what happened to her. They believe her and figures out who did it and why. After Kellus is reunited with Annie, they all devise a plan to expose her captors. But things don’t go as planned and now the whole family is in danger.

What will they do to get out of this ugly mess?

You’ll have to read it to find out.

It’s a great book.

I enjoyed it and will be reading the second one in the near future.

This is a five star . . . er, ghost rating in my opinion. 




  
http://www.amazon.com/Remembered-The-Vistira-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00AP83YGO/
 

Monday, June 10, 2013

Aosoth


Aosoth is a female dark spirit in my Beyond the Eyes Trilogy. She’s downright wicked and not in the cool sense. Evil comes in many forms and she’s blatant about it, whereas Bael is subtle and underhanded. She has destroyed Paige’s family and loathes her.

Aosoth is narcissistic, self-centered, crafty enough to never have been cast out of a soulless human, hedonistic, infatuated with Bael, tends to be stupid and annoying.

In The Devil’s Third, the reader will discover something about Aosoth’s life, that will gain further insight into her character.

Here’s a picture of the lady Aosoth was possessing. You can see the whole process taken place. This lady is soulless btw.


Are you freaked out?

Don’t be.

My trilogy isn’t a horror story. It’s paranormal with a new twist in that genre.


Anyway, quick subject change . . . As you can see I managed to put navigation tabs in my blog.

Yay!

They’re kinda generic, but it’ll work until a blog designer can do her magic on it. :)

Friday, June 7, 2013

I Can’t Believe I’ve Never Thought About This


I’ve had this blog for quite a while now and recently I realized I need to make it more user friendly. I can’t belieeeeve I’ve never thought about this before.

*slaps hand on forehead*

I think I’ve been so caught up in writing, marketing, helping other authors out, reading, my day job, and life in general, that it never occurred to me.

How embarrassing. LOL

At the beginning of this week I tried to put navigation tabs in, so each one has its own title. I spent days trying to figure it out. And then the frustration settled in, because I should have been finishing off the rough draft to The Devil’s Third, instead of monkeying with computer programming. I have little time during the week as it is to write. So I made a fine decision to have a professional design my blog. I told her what I wanted, and I’m hoping she’ll do it. She does awesome work.

Anyway, one of these days (hopefully soon), you'll get to see a whole new blog. It’ll be much easier for all of us and will totally rock.

Now, on a different note, I saw this and had to share with you. How cute is that?




 

Happy Friday!

 

 

 

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Virtual Ebook Fair


Have you attended the Virtual Ebook Fair? If not, what are you waiting for? This event is taking the internet by storm. In just a few months it's become a favorite hang out for readers and authors alike as they mingle and chat. Started as part of bestselling author, Tammie Clarke Gibbs' launch for her latest release, SWORN TO SECRECY, a time-travel romance, the Virtual Ebook Fair quickly became an event everyone is looking forward to.

Traditional book fairs have always been a favorite for booklovers, now you can attend one and meet new to you authors as well as some of your favorites without spending for admission fees and gas to get to the event, and while there's nothing that can take the place of meeting authors in person, there are many benefits to attending in your pjs from the comfort of your own home.

Originally, a one-day Saturday event, the Virtual Ebook Fair is now held over two days beginning each week on Friday and running through Saturday at 10 pm est.

Each author has their own booth, and some have more than one where they share a short excerpt from their ebooks/books and then give you a link where you can read more or buy the book and visit their website/blogs. In addition to the excerpts, many share funny accounts of the writing process and interact with visitors in a fun way.

You can enter to win giveaway e-books by subscribing to the brand-new Reader's Rock emagazine that will launch this month. The subscription is currently free and gives you one entry for each week's giveaways. You only have to register once. In addition, authors often give out coupons for free e-books or run one or two-day sales on their e-books.

If you really love to read, you'll love this event, and it just gets better and better. Growing by leaps and bounds, it promises to continue to be one of the hottest destinations for booklovers around.

What are you waiting for?

JOIN the event today.

https://www.facebook.com/VirtualEbookFair

http://www.virtualebookfair.com

http://www.readersrockmagazine.com