Friday, November 29, 2013

A Letter to Newtown Connecticut

As the nation celebrates Thanksgiving and the world turns its attention to Christmas, the families in Newtown Connecticut are struggling with the first anniversary of a horrible event. On December 14, 2012, a sunny, Friday morning, a mentally ill young man blasted through the security doors and shot and killed 20 children and 6 adults.  The joys of the holiday are significantly dimmed, if not absent for many. And how could it be otherwise?
Prayers for and from the families impacted by this terrible tragedy have been many. As they come to me, filled with anguish, I offer this to you.
Those who lost their lives felt no pain. They were not afraid. How is that possible, you ask? I brought their souls home to me before the shooting began.
Think of your home. It’s a structure. It shelters and protects you. You decorate it with things you like and the attic becomes filled with memories. But your home is not who you are. You are separate from that structure.  The body you live in while on this journey, houses your soul. You decorate with clothing you like and you store your memories in your attic. Your soul is the essence of who you are. It’s what makes you different from everyone else but it is separate from your body.
If, while you’re in your home, your house is suddenly damaged in some way, you are likely to be hurt and afraid. If, while you are away, a window is broken, you don’t experience either pain or fear. Inconvenienced or annoyed, perhaps. Sorrow if something of value is also broken, but your body doesn’t suffer.
So it is with your soul. If your soul is in your body at the time your body is injured, you feel the fear and distress. A fall, a broken bone, an illness…you’ve all experienced such things. However, if your soul is not in your body at the time of the event, it is like that window being broken in a house while you’re away. You understand what happened and you feel the sadness and sorrow that such an event brings but you do not feel discomfort and you’re not afraid. I brought the souls of each of those lost to me prior to the shooting. They know what happened but they felt neither terror nor agony.  
Please know their souls are here, with me. They are healthy and happy. They do not miss you the same way you miss them because they are with you always. When you feel a sudden memory overtake you, they are with you. When you hear their voice in your mind, they are with you. When you know with absolute certainty that if you turned quickly enough, you’ll see them standing behind you, they are with you.
And when you feel absolutely empty, I am with you. When you feel alone and abandoned, I am with you.  I am always with you.
Thanksgiving and Christmas will not be the joyous holidays they used to be for the families in Newtown. It will never be the same as it was before the shooting. It will turn, eventually, from a marker of a terrible reminder. It is a long journey that has smooth roads and rough patches. Know that whatever road you’re traveling, I am with you.  You are never alone. 
Love,
God

Monday, October 14, 2013

This Montana Man Giveaway

Good October Morning!

I love fall. It's one of my favorite seasons. The air is crisp and clean, the heat of summer has released it's heavy grip on all of us and it's time to cuddle up in sweatshirts, soft blankets and romantic fires. I love sipping a glass of wine while letting the stress of the day just fade away. Even better, I love never getting out of my comfy clothes or leaving the house for a full day. Nothing like some good downtime to regenerate and reenergize yourself, is there? Fall always feels like the perfect time to do that for me.

While you're cuddled up with all of those things, why not add a romantic book to the mix? I'm giving away a free, signed copy of my new romance novella, This Montana Man. Feel free to check it out and to enter the contest for your chance at my book.






 

 







 

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Stormy Seduction

While I've been recovering from surgery, I've not been completely off the grid. I've been busy catching up at work, I picked up a freelance writing gig for a magazine that caters to women in my local area and I've been working on the final edits for my newest book, Stormy Seduction.

This one started out by request from a publisher asking me to create and submit a story for a specific line. Since it was outside my "normal" genre, I wasn't entirely sure I could do it, but I figured I'm a writer, right? So I did what writers do and I wrote the story.

While it didn't get picked up from that particular publisher, Echelon Press did option it and a few weeks ago, we finalized the basic edits, worked out the cover art and the book will be published on October 15th. (To say I'm excited, is a gross understatement)

The past week has been spent on the proof. My publisher, Karen Syed, asked me to go through the file line by line and look for anything that needed corrected. It's a tedious job but still fun because it is the final step order to publication.

One of the things Karen warned me about was getting to excited and not taking my time with this step. Heeding her advice, I've taken this week to go through the manuscript several times. I have to be honest and say, each time I've done this, I've thought, "How many more corrections can I possibly find?" The answer to that question is, apparently, "Several". But I'm not going to be discouraged. I'm polishing my little novella in order to make it the best I can.

So tonight I sent the proof back to Karen. I should be getting ready for bed but instead, I'm sitting here staring at my email. Apparently I think Karen is just sitting at her computer, awaiting an email from me with the manuscript, so she can immerse herself in it and tell me how fantastic it is. (Wouldn't that be wonderful for me?) Realistically I know Karen has a life and isn't sitting on pins and needles awaiting my revisions...unless I'm pushing too close to deadline...but still, a girl can dream, right?


Angela K Roe wrote her first book at the age of seven and hasn't stopped writing since. She writes romance novels and short stories in various genres, is a member of the Romance Writers of America and is active in several writing groups. View her work or visit her through the links below.

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This Montana Man
The Journey
It Was Snowing
Carried Away-Volume I
Carried Away-Volume II



 

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Rocking Romance Stories

One of the reasons I write primarily romance, is because I love to read romance. There isn't much better, in my opinion, than a well-crafted love story that pulls me in and gets me hooked. Because I like them, I figure you probably do, too. So I've created a list of some of my fav romantic stories.

Moment by Moment by Laura Taylor





Laura Taylor has crafted a romance with strong characters involved in unique circumstances but are still easily relatable characters. And the love scenes are hot. What else can a girl ask for??







Satin Pleasures by Karen Docter


Monday, July 8, 2013

Amazon and Barnes & Noble Top 100 Bestselling Humor Author D. D. Scott


I recently had the pleasure of reading a series of books written by author and friend, D.D. Scott. The series consists of four books, available in a boxed set called The Stuck With A Series Books 1-3 Plus a Prequel. I enjoyed the series so much and I enjoy D.D. so much, I thought I'd share her with you. Enjoy.

I'm D. D. Scott, an Amazon and Barnes and Noble Top 100 Bestselling Humor Author. Also a Writer's Go-To-Gal for Muse Therapy and Indie Epublishing, I'm the Co-Founder of The WG2E - The Writer's Guide to E-Publishing, and the Founder of The RG2E - The Reader's Guide to E-publishing. You can get all the scoop on me, my books, and my fabulous Bitchy Sign Collection in my new cyber home...D. D. Scott-ville.

D. D. Scott's Bestselling Books start out a bit Chick Lit, Gone-Country (The Bootscootin' Books including Bootscootin Blahniks, Stompin on Stetsons and Buckles me Baby).

 



Then, they take on a Will and Kate gone-Bond, as in James Bond, twist (The Cozy Cash Mysteries).








Next up, try Castle and Beckett, Gone-Country, with Bewitched tossed into the mix (The Stuck with a Series).










And now, think The Good Witch meets The Three Stooges and Tinker Hell (The Belle Bishop Books).






She's a four-time Amazon Movers & Shakers List Author (making it all the way to #2 on that prestigious list) and both an Amazon and Barnes & Noble Top 100 Bestselling Author.

Her books have been Top Picks - including one of the Top 10 Books for Mother's Day 2011 - for such superfab Ereader-centric Blogs as Ereader News Today (ENT), Kindle Nation Daily, Cheap e-Reads, Pixel of Ink, The Frugal eReader, Indie Books List, Only Romance, and Bargain eBooks.

She can be spotted all-week long on her one-million-hits-per-month grog The WG2E, a writer's destination site for all-things-Epublishing. She often can also be found hangin' on her new site The RG2E, a reader's destination site for all-things Ereading, and has an active blog of her own in D. D. Scott-ville.


Declaring 2011 to be "The Year of the E-Book & Cross-Pollination", D. D. co-founded and launched The Writer's Guide to E-Publishing, your destination site for Everything E-Publishing. Whatever you want to know and/or cuss and discuss about E-publishing, it's right there at The WG2E waiting for you as well as in her latest bestselling non-fiction book 10 YEARS AND 24 HOURS TO INDIE EPUBLISHING SUCCESS.

Declaring 2012 "The Year of the Reader", she founded The RG2E - The Reader's Guide to Epublishing - a sister site to The WG2E, which launched February 1, 2012 and is "the" new destination site for the Best in Ereading and Ebook Gifting.

When she's not writing, she's busy luuuvin' on her real-life hero "Sweet Man" and their beloved shelter-rescued dog Buckley and his new playmate Siggy the Affenpinscher.

For updates on her books and to join in all of the D. D. Scott-ville quirky crazy fun, sign up for her newsletter by emailing her and hang with her in D. D. Scott-ville.

P.S. Wavin' atchya, D. D. Scott-ville Peeps!!!

Please feel free to email me at dd.scott@live.com . I do answer each and every email - unless you're spamming me (LOL!).

You can also connect and hang with me on...:

Facebook DeeDee Scott

Twitter @ddscottromcom

Pinterest DeeDee Scott

Goodreads D. D. Scott

Google+ D. D. Scott

Stuck With D.D. Scott


I recently had the pleasure of reading a series of books written by author and friend, D.D. Scott. The series consists of four books, available in a boxed set called The Stuck With A Series Books 1-3 Plus a Prequel. I enjoyed the series so much and I enjoy D.D. so much, I thought I'd share her with you. Enjoy.

I'm D. D. Scott, an Amazon and Barnes and Noble Top 100 Bestselling Humor Author. Also a Writer's Go-To-Gal for Muse Therapy and Indie Epublishing, I'm the Co-Founder of The WG2E - The Writer's Guide to E-Publishing, and the Founder of The RG2E - The Reader's Guide to E-publishing. You can get all the scoop on me, my books, and my fabulous Bitchy Sign Collection in my new cyber home...D. D. Scott-ville.









D. D. Scott's Bestselling Books start out a bit Chick Lit, Gone-Country (The Bootscootin' Books including Bootscootin Blahniks, Stompin on Stetsons and Buckles me Baby).































Then, they take on a Will and Kate gone-Bond, as in James Bond, twist (The Cozy Cash Mysteries). Next up, try Castle and Beckett, Gone-Country, with Bewitched tossed into the mix (The Stuck with a Series).






And now, think The Good Witch meets The Three Stooges and Tinker Hell (The Belle Bishop Books).

She's a four-time Amazon Movers & Shakers List Author (making it all the way to #2 on that prestigious list) and both an Amazon and Barnes & Noble Top 100 Bestselling Author.

Her books have been Top Picks - including one of the Top 10 Books for Mother's Day 2011 - for such superfab Ereader-centric Blogs as Ereader News Today (ENT), Kindle Nation Daily, Cheap e-Reads, Pixel of Ink, The Frugal eReader, Indie Books List, Only Romance, and Bargain eBooks.

She can be spotted all-week long on her one-million-hits-per-month grog The WG2E, a writer's destination site for all-things-Epublishing. She often can also be found hangin' on her new site The RG2E, a reader's destination site for all-things Ereading, and has an active blog of her own in D. D. Scott-ville.

Declaring 2011 to be "The Year of the E-Book & Cross-Pollination", D. D. co-founded and launched The Writer's Guide to E-Publishing, your destination site for Everything E-Publishing. Whatever you want to know and/or cuss and discuss about E-publishing, it's right there at The WG2E waiting for you as well as in her latest bestselling non-fiction book 10 YEARS AND 24 HOURS TO INDIE EPUBLISHING SUCCESS.

Declaring 2012 "The Year of the Reader", she founded The RG2E - The Reader's Guide to Epublishing - a sister site to The WG2E, which launched February 1, 2012 and is "the" new destination site for the Best in Ereading and Ebook Gifting.

When she's not writing, she's busy luuuvin' on her real-life hero "Sweet Man" and their beloved shelter-rescued dog Buckley and his new playmate Siggy the Affenpinscher.

For updates on her books and to join in all of the D. D. Scott-ville quirky crazy fun, sign up for her newsletter by emailing her and hang with her in D. D. Scott-ville.

P.S. Wavin' atchya, D. D. Scott-ville Peeps!!!

Please feel free to email me at dd.scott@live.com . I do answer each and every email - unless you're spamming me (LOL!).

You can also connect and hang with me on...:

Facebook DeeDee Scott
Twitter @ddscottromcom
Pinterest DeeDee Scott
Goodreads D. D. Scott
Google+ D. D. Scott
 

Friday, June 21, 2013

Broken Prince by Jen Wylie


Jen Wylie resides in rural Ontario, Canada with her two boys, Australian shepherd and a disagreeable amount of wildlife. In a cosmic twist of fate she dislikes the snow and cold.
Before settling down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and worked in retail and sales.
Thanks to her mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing in public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her head, and finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes various forms of fantasy, both novels and short stories.



BROKEN PRINCE



Broken Prince
Book Two of The Broken Ones
By Jen Wylie Published June 2013 by Untold Press (www.untoldpress.com)
Book One: Broken Aro http://www.amazon.com/Broken-Aro-The-Ones-ebook/dp/B009B37VQS
(On sale for 0.99 for the month of June- reg 3.99)

Genre: YA/NA epic fantasy
WC: 86 000
ASIN: B00D3ULYPO

Sometimes, when you're broken, you can heal on your own. Sometimes, you need the help of your friends, your family, and the people you love. Keeping those pieces together when the world seems intent on ripping you apart is the greatest challenge of all. Especially when the ones you love, the ones who hold you together, start falling apart themselves.

Arowyn and her family continue on their journey to return the Elven Prince, Shael, to his homeland before he fades and dies. A journey full of triumph and horror, love and sorrow, rips them apart with every fighting moment, and yet brings them together as a family. They don’t allow the prophecy to rule their lives. Some don’t believe, some don’t care. Prophecies aren’t written in stone. Events can change. People can change. They are only words. From besieged cites, to the elusive Were and wild Fey, nothing quite prepares them to face their deadliest of enemies, one they didn't know existed.

Excerpt:

Damon knelt before them.

"Will she get better? Will she…" Prince’s voice trailed off.

Her eyes locked on Damon’s face as he regarded her thoughtfully. His hand came up and she flinched as it rested on the top of her head. No pain came. She felt…nothing. If he tried to speak to her, she couldn’t hear him.

"No," he said finally. "There has been damage to the brain. There is bleeding and swelling inside."

Prince’s cry startled her, almost as much as the sudden clutching of his arms around her. "Can you do anything," he choked out. "Please, I am responsible. I can not…I will pay–"

Damon chuckled. "It is not your life that needs saving." He stared at Prince for a long moment. "I see." He shook his head. "Perhaps I was wrong and she isn’t the one. I read so few pages of the book." He turned to Kei.

"No," the Fey said. "I don’t remember."

"Pity."
"Dragos, I beg of you," Prince began again.

"The Elven prince begs, and for a human. How very far you have fallen." He looked down at her again.

Blinking up at him, she tried to get her scattered thoughts to work. She’d barely comprehended what he’d said past the inference she was dying. The words sent an icy chill through her body. Terror crawled through her, speeding her heart. Sweat broke out on her forehead and all she could hear was her increasingly frantic breathing.

Kei startled her, leaning forward over her to press a kiss to her forehead. She tilted her head back, trying to see him.

"I’m with you."

Damon’s fingers brushes her cheek, drawing her attention back to him. "Do you wish to live, young Arowyn?"

Words refused to pass her lips. Somehow she managed to nod. She didn’t know what the cost would be, certainly there would be one. Right then, she didn’t care. Rot it all, she wanted to live!

"Very well." He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. "Dragos rarely heal others. I do know the magic, but it is difficult. Your story has barely begun. I find I would actually attempt it, just to see what you might become and how it will unfold."

He sat back and gestured to the pile of furs next to him. "Lay her down. This will take some time and I’ll need no distractions."

Prince carefully set her amongst the furs, arranging her arms so her hands rested on her chest, tucking stray locks of hair behind her ears. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead for a moment against hers.

"Get well, Arowyn."

Bo appeared next, smoothing the hair back on the top of her head and squeezing one of her hands. "You can do this, pup."

Garen pressed his wet nose against her temple. If he spoke, she didn’t hear him.

Kei pushed the wolf aside and took her face in his hands. His eyes glowed with that strange orange inner light. Tears streaked down his cheeks. Despite the awkward position he leaned down and held her close for a moment. "Remember our promises," he whispered in her. "I’m always with you." He choked on a sob and squeezed her tightly again. "I love you," he whispered fiercely before quickly pulling away.

She wished she could speak. More than anything, she wanted to tell him she loved him, too. She wanted to tell all of them she did. Tears filled her eyes and slid down her face.

Damon knelt beside her and turned her head to look at him. "I will do what I can," he said. "However I can’t guarantee it will work. I have never tried to heal a human before. Understand?"

She managed a faint nod and pressed her quivering lips together.

He glanced up and gestured the others away. "Stand back and be silent." His eyes found hers again. "Don’t fight me this time, little one. Fall into my eyes…"

Blinking once more to clear the tears away, she tried to do as he asked. Damon’s eyes were strange enough she found it not difficult to stare. They had vertical slits and no whites at all. The iridescent color was a wash of blue-green with streaks of gold and red. The colors began to swirl, making her dizzy as she tried to watch them. A comforting thrum emanated from his chest, soothing her as his power wrapped around her. Her thoughts drifted into nothing.


Goodreads: Broken Prince

Available at:

eBook: Introductory Price 2.99 (reg. 3.99)

Available at Amazon US, UK, DE, FR, IT, ES
Amazon US:  Broken Prince
Amazon UK: Broken Prince

Print 12.99 Available at: COMING SUMMER 2013

Reviews:

"Broken Prince is a story about love and hope, loss and pain, facing the odds and not giving up. I couldn't put it down!" Wendy Knight, Feudlings

“Filled with fantasy, non-stop action and suspense, Broken Prince is a heart-achingly romantic read that had me flipping the pages, needing to know what would happen next to Aro and her boys. The end is bittersweet and perfect, and I need the next installment now!” Trisha Wolfe, Of Silver and Beasts

 
Check out The Broken Ones series 
 
 
Contact Jen Wylie
Visit my website or my Blog
You can also follow me on Twitter or Facebook!

Amazon Author page: Jen Wylie

NEW RELEASE: YA epic fantasy novels Broken Aro & Broken Prince
Short stories; Jump, The Forgotten Echo, The Untouchable Echo, Ring Around the Rosie
YA short story series: Tales of Ever Info and links here!
Novel Sweet Light and anthology Flashy Fiction and Other Insane Tales
NEW! Flashy Fiction Vol 2!
My work is available at Amazon, OmniLit, Smashwords and Barnes and Noble



Monday, June 17, 2013

It's my pleasure today, to host a wonderful author and my friend, Jen Whylie. Her newest book is called Broken Prince and is the second in her The Broken Ones series. Get to know a little about Jen and enjoy some excerpts from her books. I think you'll find her as wonderful as I.
 
 
Broken Prince

Book Two of The Broken Ones

By Jen Wylie

Published June 2013 by Untold Press (www.untoldpress.com)

 


(On sale for 0.99 for the month of June- reg 3.99)

 

Genre: YA/NA epic fantasy

WC:  86 000

ASIN:  B00D3ULYPO

 

Blurb:

Sometimes, when you're broken, you can heal on your own. Sometimes, you need the help of your friends, your family, and the people you love. Keeping those pieces together when the world seems intent on ripping you apart is the greatest challenge of all. Especially when the ones you love, the ones who hold you together, start falling apart themselves.

Arowyn and her family continue on their journey to return the Elven Prince, Shael, to his homeland before he fades and dies. A journey full of triumph and horror, love and sorrow, rips them apart with every fighting moment, and yet brings them together as a family. They don’t allow the prophecy to rule their lives. Some don’t believe, some don’t care.  Prophecies aren’t written in stone. Events can change. People can change. They are only words. From besieged cites, to the elusive Were and wild Fey, nothing quite prepares them to face their deadliest of enemies, one they didn't know existed.

 


 

Available at:

 

eBook:  Introductory Price 2.99 (reg. 3.99)

 

Available at Amazon US, UK, DE, FR, IT, ES

 


 


 

Print 12.99 Available at:   COMING SUMMER 2013

 

 

Reviews:

"Broken Prince is a story about love and hope, loss and pain, facing the odds and not giving up. I couldn't put it down!"  Wendy Knight, Feudlings

“Filled with fantasy, non-stop action and suspense, Broken Prince is a heart-achingly romantic read that had me flipping the pages, needing to know what would happen next to Aro and her boys. The end is bittersweet and perfect, and I need the next installment now!” Trisha Wolfe, Of Silver and Beasts

 

 

 

Bio:

Jen Wylie resides in rural Ontario, Canada with her  two boys, Australian shepherd and a disagreeable amount of wildlife. In a cosmic twist of fate she dislikes the snow and cold.

Before settling down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and worked in retail and sales.

Thanks to her mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing in public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her head, and finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes various forms of fantasy, both novels and short stories.

 

My website: www.jenwylie.com


Twitter: @jen_wylie




 

Quotes, teasers and excerpt below:

 

Quotes:

 

“You have this annoying ability to say the perfect thing and then ruin it by still talking.” 

 

She wondered what it sounded like when your heart broke. Glass shattering? The thundering roar of falling mountains? Or maybe the squishy rip of a real heart?

 

Teasers:

 

Broken Prince teaser 1: 


Kei gestured to her. "Come."
With such an invitation she couldn’t resist. Her muscles bunched and then propelled her forward, off the bed and onto him. Her wild launch sent his back crashing into the wall.
The breath whooshed out of him and he…chuckled.
The strange reaction froze her for a moment as her eyes shot to his face in confusion.
He took advantage of her surprise to wrap his arms around her, pinning her upper arms and holding her tightly to his chest. A hand cupped the back of her head, pushing it down into the curve of his neck.
His strength amazed her, yet she fought against it, kicking and twisting, striking him as she could with the limited use of her hands.
"My vicious one," he murmured into her hair.
She lifted her head, and found herself face to face with him. His nose brushed hers, but she could only stare at the lips a mere breath away from her own. Their ragged breathes mingled. For a moment they both became perfectly still.
Her eyes flicked up to his and she sucked in a sharp breath to find them no longer golden, but glowing faintly yellow.
A low, sultry growl rumbled from his chest.
Red eyes narrowing, she growled in return.

 

Broken Prince teaser 2:


"Did you swallow a bug?"
She jumped and blinked. She’d been staring right at Prince, but her thoughts had taken her so far away she hadn’t noticed him wake and sit up.
"The look on your face," he continued when she didn’t answer.
"Oh. No. I was just…thinking." She forced a polite smile, hoping he wasn’t irritated she’d been standing there watching him sleep.
He tilted his head to look up at the stars. "The sun will rise soon. How long have you been awake?"
"For a while," she admitted ruefully. Crossing her arms over her chest, she stared down at him. "You should go back to sleep. You need it."
"You are not my mother, Arowyn."
She snorted.
He grimaced. "She would never do that, for one."
Somehow she managed to keep her sudden laughter quiet enough she didn’t wake Bo or Kei.
He patted the ground beside him. "Come, sit with me."
Hesitation warred with the desire to be closer to him. Desire won, though her steps were slow and once seated she kept her distance, close, yet not touching him. Staring down at her fingers, she picked at her dirty nails. The silence was uncomfortable and uneasiness began to twist in her stomach.
"We should talk," he said finally, his voice quiet and strained.

 

Excerpts

 

Damon knelt before them.

"Will she get better? Will she…" Prince’s voice trailed off.

Her eyes locked on Damon’s face as he regarded her thoughtfully. His hand came up and she flinched as it rested on the top of her head. No pain came. She felt…nothing. If he tried to speak to her, she couldn’t hear him.

"No," he said finally. "There has been damage to the brain. There is bleeding and swelling inside."

Prince’s cry startled her, almost as much as the sudden clutching of his arms around her. "Can you do anything," he choked out. "Please, I am responsible. I can not…I will pay–"

Damon chuckled. "It is not your life that needs saving." He stared at Prince for a long moment. "I see." He shook his head. "Perhaps I was wrong and she isn’t the one. I read so few pages of the book." He turned to Kei.

"No," the Fey said. "I don’t remember."

"Pity."

"Dragos, I beg of you," Prince began again.

"The Elven prince begs, and for a human. How very far you have fallen." He looked down at her again.

Blinking up at him, she tried to get her scattered thoughts to work. She’d barely comprehended what he’d said past the inference she was dying. The words sent an icy chill through her body. Terror crawled through her, speeding her heart. Sweat broke out on her forehead and all she could hear was her increasingly frantic breathing.

Kei startled her, leaning forward over her to press a kiss to her forehead. She tilted her head back, trying to see him.

"I’m with you."

Damon’s fingers brushes her cheek, drawing her attention back to him. "Do you wish to live, young Arowyn?"

Words refused to pass her lips. Somehow she managed to nod. She didn’t know what the cost would be, certainly there would be one. Right then, she didn’t care. Rot it all, she wanted to live!

"Very well." He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. "Dragos rarely heal others. I do know the magic, but it is difficult. Your story has barely begun. I find I would actually attempt it, just to see what you might become and how it will unfold."

He sat back and gestured to the pile of furs next to him. "Lay her down. This will take some time and I’ll need no distractions."

Prince carefully set her amongst the furs, arranging her arms so her hands rested on her chest, tucking stray locks of hair behind her ears. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead for a moment against hers.

"Get well, Arowyn."

Bo appeared next, smoothing the hair back on the top of her head and squeezing one of her hands. "You can do this, pup."

Garen pressed his wet nose against her temple. If he spoke, she didn’t hear him.

Kei pushed the wolf aside and took her face in his hands. His eyes glowed with that strange orange inner light. Tears streaked down his cheeks. Despite the awkward position he leaned down and held her close for a moment. "Remember our promises," he whispered in her. "I’m always with you." He choked on a sob and squeezed her tightly again. "I love you," he whispered fiercely before quickly pulling away.

She wished she could speak. More than anything, she wanted to tell him she loved him, too. She wanted to tell all of them she did. Tears filled her eyes and slid down her face.

Damon knelt beside her and turned her head to look at him. "I will do what I can," he said. "However I can’t guarantee it will work. I have never tried to heal a human before. Understand?"

She managed a faint nod and pressed her quivering lips together.

He glanced up and gestured the others away. "Stand back and be silent." His eyes found hers again. "Don’t fight me this time, little one. Fall into my eyes…"

Blinking once more to clear the tears away, she tried to do as he asked. Damon’s eyes were strange enough she found it not difficult to stare. They had vertical slits and no whites at all. The iridescent color was a wash of blue-green with streaks of gold and red. The colors began to swirl, making her dizzy as she tried to watch them. A comforting thrum emanated from his chest, soothing her as his power wrapped around her. Her thoughts drifted into nothing.

 

Saturday, June 15, 2013


…on Plagiarism and Disgust
Posted on June 15, 2013 by rilzy

I am angry,

I am very angry.

I am blowing a gasket, a fuse or any of the other metaphors you can come up with for red with anger. I chuckle at this as I can’t technically turn red since I’m black but you get the point.



This evening started off pretty well. I’m still working on my practice writing in an attempt to propel my Muse from her awkward teenage, acne-filled, bracing wearing years to a more mature young adult when Laurell K Hamilton retweeted a tweet that stopped me dead in my tracks. The original tweet was made by Lorelei James who complained of someone , Alison Gilmore, passing off one of her books published in 2009 as their own. Alison used a website to upload the book one chapter at a time. She was originally a member of http://www.fanfiction.net where she stated she was writing One Tree Hill fan fictions based on Haley and Nate. Except, the works were plagiarized. Here’s what her Fan Fiction profile looked like. Note the Twitter account it is linked to:





When she was found out (at least as it relates to Lorelei’s book, Alison set up a Weebly account and continued to plagiarize there. I was disgusted and shocked at once and decided to snoop because it just seemed too brazen, too insensitive, too callous to be true. First I followed the link given to the website: http://www.ihadthestrangestdream.weebly.com (the website has since been taken down – but more on that later.) Note, there was a link Alison’s Twitter Page directly to this site:







When I checked the website, this is what I was greeted with:



You would see that I highlighted the link to the twitter page @AlisonGilmore where she says that she can be contacted. She says “Hello. I’m just a girl who loves to write. It humbles me that you enjoy it so much”.  She has two stories up: Temptation and one called A Bitch Called Fate. The titles may be the only things she “wrote” as both of the works were plagiarized. How do I know this? Well first I pulled up: A Bitch Called Fate. Here is a screenshot from Alison’s now defunct website:



Then I compared it with a screen shot from Lorelei’s book ‘All Jacked Up‘ from my Kindle:


As you can see she copies Lorelei James’ novel WORD FOR WORD except for the change of name. She didn’t even change the flavour of the lip gloss to vanilla or something. Here is the truly sickening part. She created a review section to the website where she accepted compliments on SOMEONE ELSE’S WORK!




If you think that’s bad, do you see the second book on the website? The one she’s called ‘Temptation’. This was also plagiarized. The book is actually called: Beyond Right or Wrong by Renea Taylor. Here’s the proof. First a screenshot taken from Alison’s website:


And here’s a screenshot of the preview of Renea Taylor’s book from Amazon.


Thanks to the amazing power of the internet Alison was found out very easily. But did she apologize? No. She was defiant in her denial and actually took cheap shots at Lorelei. I’m a writer. I might not be the best writer in the world as I’m still honing my craft but writers put their ALL into their novels. The least she could have done was acknowledge the frustration and hurt she caused. This is what she did instead:



She denied involvement and made snide remarks about Lorelei’s genre. Also, she accused us of bullying. She claims she isn’t the same person but we followed the twitter page right from her site. If that wasn’t enough… look at the Twitter profile photo in the photo directly above. Now scroll up to the first photo I showed with the Twitter page linking to the now defunct website. It is the same.

In addition to being really angered I was really happy with the support that all the writers showed for Lorelei James. We all understand how precious our work is and how personal. We all understand that what this silly, little girl (who read for a Literature and Writing Degree ironically) did was deeply invasive and just plain out wrong.

I take comfort in the fact that no matter how long it takes me to hone my craft, I would never resort to stealing someone’s work. I write because I have stories in me that need to come out. I don’t write for recognition or fame which is clearly what Alison Gilmore was after. This is what distinguishes writers from frauds. This is what distinguishes Lorelei James and Renea Taylor from Alison Gilmore.

Tschuss.

PS: She’s stolen an entire night of hanging out (read: writing) Zoe and Liam from me. You must then understand how angered I am. The great this is that the site came down. The good guys won this round.

Rilzy



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ABOUT RILZY

A law student who much prefers spending her time writing books than writing case briefs.
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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Why is Cleaning Such a Dirty Business?

Recently, I was cleaning my house and trying to put things away. What I discovered was my options were limited for two reasons. First of all, my closets were stuffed full. Overly full, really, to the point where it was almost dangerous to open the doors. So finding room to put anything else was out of the question.

Which led me to the second reason. We have too much crap. Okay, so clearly we didn't think it was crap when we bought it and stuffed it in a closet, but come on. When we don't want to open the closet door because of the things that are bound to fall on us; when we're walking around our house with items in our hand that we want to put into a closet but can't find one with enough room, we have a clutter problem.

I did it. I bit the bullet and opened the closet. Now, I'm no idiot. I chose the smallest closet first. Cleaning this closet would take the least amount of time and yield a big "look at what I did" return...I don't know about you, but I thrive on instant gratification...so I picked the linen closet.

We call it the linen closet because that's where most people keep their linen. It's where we kept everything we didn't know what to do with, in addition to our linens. Games, cards, family videos, medicine, band aids, even the odd Christmas ornaments were precariously balanced on top of stacks and stacks of odds and ends. It was a daunting task but I was pretty sure I could manage.

Knowing myself the way I do, I didn't look at anything. I removed everything from the closet and stacked it all on my bed. The bed is higher than average so it gave me a large open space to view everything without having to bend over to pick it all up off of the floor a couple of thousand times.

It took forever to empty the closet...okay, so it took twenty minutes, but it felt like forever. What did I do when the closet was empty? I refilled my coffee and took a picture, of course! Wouldn't you? In reality, I probably took twenty pictures of the linen closet once it was emptied but I won't bore you with them. Part of me kept taking pictures because I knew that was the cleanest it would ever be and part of me kept taking pictures as a way to avoid dealing with the stuff I'd tossed on my bed. True story.

Time to bite the bullet. The first thing I did was corrall all the card games. My husband's family is comprised of avid card players, focusing mostly on a card game called Rook. My mother-in-law comes from a large family and for years, family reunions consisted of several card tables set up in any available space with brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles playing round after round after round of Rook. We also play various styles of Rummy, Uno and many other card games. The cards need to be easily accessible but they also need to be protected. I put the decks without boxes into zip bags to avoid losing cards and I put all the decks into a plastic bin.


Next, I sorted the board games. First I sorted them by age. Once that was complete, I stacked them in order of size and slid them back into the closet. It means the older kids can reach their own games while all the games are kept out of reach of the younger kids. It's organized so no one minds getting a game for the younger kids. The board of each game is visible from the closet so it makes it easy for everyone to find exactly what they want. No longer do we heave a huge sigh while contemplating the safest way to locate the requested game while eager hands attempt to pull out anything they can reach. Doesn't that look pretty? I was tempted to just pitch everything else in the trash and leave the rest of the closet empty but that means we'd have no clean sheets...I thought better of that and kept going.
Next came the linens. First of all, I have to be honest and tell you they are no longer stored the way they're pictured and I'll tell you why. I can't fold a fitted sheet into a nice, tidy, little square to save my life. No joke, if Martha Steward held a gun to my head and gave me step by step by step instructions, my fitted sheet would still look like a wadded up mess. And you know what? I'm okay with that.

I read somewhere that the best way to store sheets is to fold them all up and store them inside one pillow case that goes to that same set of sheets. Sounds good...in my mind, it looks like a sloppy mess. I did try it but I ended up trying to mold the sheets into a reasonable looking squares. The look wasn't  particularly good in my mind and it didn't function well, either. The reason it didn't function well for me is because I had to keep molding the contents of the pillow case which only served to dislodge the sheets more and more. Finally I got irritated and pulled them out, folded the fitted sheet to the best of my ability, and put the folded flat sheet and pillow cases on top of the sheets, just as I'd done for years. For those of you have mastered the art of turning a fitted sheet into a tidy little square, my hat is off to you and really, I'm afraid of you. Now, back to my closet. Area rugs and table clothes are on the floor because they're rarely used. Twin size sheet sets are on the right and our king size sheets are on the left. On top of the king size sheets, are extra pillow cases used when our grandkids come stay the night. We put a clean pillow case on one of the excess of pillows we have on the beds and our grandkids grab the sleeping bag of their choice and are all set for a slumber party at Grandma's house. Is it me, or do those sheets look lumpy??

Christmas ornaments were reunited with the remaining holiday inventory  in the storage closet downstairs. Board games with missing pieces or obviously torn up and beyond any use, were thrown away. Medical supplies were sorted and redistributed, and old stuff was discarded. The things that were still good were put with the rest of the medical supplies. The stuff we had shoved in the closet but  no longer used were hauled to Goodwill and donated. It took more than one trip, I'm sorry to tell you but all the excess items that do not now, and probably never did belong in the closet, are gone. Now some other unsuspecting family can have crap they don't use in their closets, too.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mother's Day

Today is Mother's Day. In church this morning, the youth handed out carnations and the children's choir sang a beautiful song about a mother's love. The pastor went to great lengths to make sure all the women know just how important we are to the live of the church and to God.

He read the scripture for today. "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind, and love your neighbor as yourself." He went on to discuss how  hard we are on ourselves and it made me wonder, are the problems in the world today caused not because we don't love our neighbors as ourselves, but because we do?

How many of us are riddled with guilt over things we've said or didn't say, done or didn't do, deadlines we missed or people we've disappointed? How many of us focus on the imperfect job performance, our far from spotless homes, our unlandscaped yards? Is too much of our time spent looking in the mirror at our not model thin bodies, messy hair and two year old glasses?
Is our nation filled with record numbers of obese people the result of us feeding our faces in a desperate attempt to fill our starving souls?

I don't know about you but every time my boss sends a meeting invite to my inbox, my first thought is "What did I do wrong?". Even though I've not been called into a meeting to be chastised or written up or terminated, fear overwhelms me every time. When my husband sighs, I wonder what I did to upset or disappoint him. When my children are struggling, I wonder what I should have done differently. I don't think I'm alone in this boat. I think this boat is filled with others struggling to meet an unrealistic view of what we should be. Why?

Maybe it's time to view ourselves as those who love us view us. Maybe it's time we recognize what is in our hearts. I work very hard to be supportive and kind to those around me. See, even as I wrote that sentence, that little voice in my head started in..."What about when you snapped at your co-worker or the way you judged that person for the clothes they wore?"

It's true. I sometimes snap at people and I often wonder why people dress the way they do. So I had to remind myself to read all the words I wrote that started that internal chastising. I work very hard to be supportive...I didn't say I'm perfect at it. I said I work at it. Seriously, this internal voice in my  head needs to be stilled.

That's the real key, isn't it? Change the internal dialog and the rest will follow. Self-esteem rises, stress falls, love flows. The key is we can't shut that little voice up with more potatoes or another latte. Instead we need to retrain that voice to talk about the good in us. We all have good in us. We all do good things. Maybe we need to love our neighbors as we so desperately want to love ourselves. What a different place this world would be if we all did so.

Happy Mother's Day.