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

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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 

 

 

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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



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)

 

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

 

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.

 

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17875919-broken-prince

 

Available at:

 

eBook:  Introductory Price 2.99 (reg. 3.99)

 

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

 

Amazon US:  http://www.amazon.com/Broken-Prince-Ones-ebook/dp/B00D3ULYPO

 

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Broken-Prince-The-Ones-ebook/dp/B00D3ULYPO

 

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

My blog: http://jlwylie.wordpress.com/

Twitter: @jen_wylie

Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4499919.Jen_Wylie

Facebook fan page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jennifer-Wylie/151266004895266

Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Jen-Wylie/e/B004HQ9XD8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

 

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.

 

…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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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.