I am proud Navy Brat. My dad gave 31 years to the Navy. My brothers each did tours with Marines, I have cousins in both the Cost Guard and Army and My Grandfather gave his life for the Air Force. My daughter’s father is a Retired Navy man. So as you can see I am love the military I wanted to join but do mistakes in my past I could not. With that said. I am asking everyone that reads this post to remember what today is about and it is not the parties and drinking. It is about honoring men and women that have gave their lives and time with family so that we can have freedoms that I believe we are letting Congress and our President take away everyday. SO take take 10 minutes or more and go talk to a Vet, listen to their stories of why they join and what branch. Put flowers on a solider s grave if you know of one. Donate to your local VA hospitals. Show them the respect they deserve please. We would not be were our without them. SO HONOR them as they HONOR us everyday but giving up a part their family life to be overseas.
Life has been not giving much time to get on here and blog. Between working on my 1st book, co running a review team, my family personal needs, and having a broken heart delivered to me yesterday I need a … Continue reading
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First: Happy to announce that Integrated is currently processing for publication on B&N & Amazon.
Here are the details:
Nook: 497 pages (don’t quote me on it. They don’t give me a preview copy anymore)
Kindle: 8331 locations (Go ahead & quote me. I’m looking at it right now. *evil grin*) My greedy little hands have it loaded on my Paperwhite. Not that I want to read a single word of Integrated after reading it at least 10 times over 😉
140,000+ words in Ezra’s voice.
55 Chapters, Family Trees, an epilogue, and a music playlist.
Available: It’s Amazon and B&N, so it could be two hours or… weeks *shudders at the thought* I’ve had issues with both Jaded and Faithless, so I’m a bit Jaded (pun intended) on the whole process. I try not to get my hopes up until I see the status change from In…
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Go vote for Ever After!
I am absolutely thrilled this morning to tell my dramabox readers that Ever After is one of the nominees for Goodreads Readers Choice Award in Paranormal Fantasy. A readers choice has always meant more to me than just about any other award out there, and rubbing shoulders with so many authors I admire, some of them my friends, is gratifying to say the least.
I actually got a letter urging me to promote the heck out of this and send readers to the goodread pages to show their support by voting in all three rounds. Vote for Ever After, vote for someone else, I don’t care. Like I said, my friends are in there.
But do vote. (I think this is also one of Goodreads outreaches for new users, and if you’ve never been a part of Goodreads, give it a try. The reviews are honest and the discussions…
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Life has been kinda of crazy between working on writing goal. doing a last minute review and back pain I have been been on here much. Hopeful this weekend I will be able to give y’all some great news
anyone else exicted this is my 1st year
At the stroke of midnight tonight,
aspiring writers everywhere will take a deep breath. One second later, their blank screens won’t be blank any longer — for quite a while.
November 1st marks the start of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The annual fiction extravaganza will bring together more than 200,000 writers this year, first-timers and pros alike, each committed to hammer out 50,000 words of sparkling fiction over the course of the month.
Have you signed up but feeling queasy about taking the plunge? Are you still not sure if making the commitment is right for you? Here to give you expert advice are five veteran NaNo authors: they each leveraged their NaNoWriMo project into a published novel (some more than once!), and they all also happen to be active WordPress.com bloggers. You’re in good hands.
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The Virgin Charmer (The Triple Goddess Trilogy: Book One)
Author: Rachel A Olson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Hope Richards has only ever known the life of a big city girl. When her boss gives her an ultimatum, she decided to try out the country life during her forced vacation. After falling in love with a mysterious old mansion on the edge of a town that time forgot, Hope finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of someone else’s crazy love obsession, and realizes in the middle of it all how lacking her own life is in that department. Hope is faced with a decision: return to the mundane life she thought was her passion, or find a way to experience something far stronger that she secretly yearns for.
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Somewhere amidst her forty-hour job and playtime with her three-year-old, Rachel finds time to walk the streets of worlds only existing on man made paper. She resides in small college town Northwestern Nebraska with her young son, just a few blocks from a city park, the public schools, and her parents. She enjoys socializing with adults, sipping strawberry wine, and head banging to music that doesn’t carry a beat worth the effort of rock star hair slinging.
“The paranormal world is a much more desired realm. There’s no limit to possibilities, no comparison to probabilities, no concept of actualities. There’s no solid platform for racism, judgment, or hierarchy. It is exactly the manifestation you choose it to be, darkness and death included.”
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“I think we should get a drink before we start Q and A.” The sound of Abigail’s voice made Hope jump enough to bump her knees on the table. Her tone was ice cold, sending prickly chills down Hope’s spine. She only nodded, certain that questioning how Abigail could be so dead about something involving her own brother would be a bad idea.
Abigail snapped her fingers in the air two times, and the man behind the bar immediately jumped on command. The closer he got, the stronger the pull became that Hope had felt previously. He walked with his face downcast, most likely watching where he stepped in an attempt to avoid tripping on anything or anyone. When he finally reached their table, Hope was in the middle of scrambling away, utterly terrified by what she was feeling. As soon as she caught sight of his face, her chair tipped back with her still in it.
Hope found herself sprawled out on a grubby wooden floor that didn’t look like it’d been swept in several days. Her sweater had somehow tangled itself around and between her knees, making any attempt she made to stand look very similar to a fish out of water.
Hope stopped all futile attempts to stand independently when a very masculine hand jabbed itself in front of her nose. With large, crossed eyes, she gasped and managed to scoot away from the floating hand by a few measly inches. A deep, silky chuckle rolled across languid airwaves and nearly choked Hope with its thick perfume. Hope glanced up through half mast eyes at the blurred face hovering just beyond the floating hand, and smiled crookedly, one eyebrow popping up a hair higher than the other. Another bout of chuckling ensued just as something lifted Hope to her seat.
“…Bump her head?”
Hope was only grasping portions of surrounding conversation. Her head swam through an enervated, unknown substance, causing a reaction similar to that of narcotics. She tried to shake herself and clear her mind, but whatever it was, it insisted on clinging tightly to every inch of her, inside and out.
“Do you mind telling me what your nose is doing on my boyfriend?” Hope was ripped from her strange trance when a cold, bony little hand landed abruptly on her shoulder. Her eyes flew open, finding that her nose was indeed buried into the chest of a man.
No, not just any man. The man. The one that was causing the pull.
“Holy shit,” she muttered to herself, stuck in the glistening eyes of a man several years younger than herself. She was fully aware of the stares she was earning, as well as a perfectly annoyed Abigail behind her. She was also aware that, at that particular moment, she didn’t have the willpower to pull away from the younger man directly in front of her, or whatever it was that possessed her.
Slowly, Mr. Gloriously Addictive stepped away from her snout, swallowing loudly as he did. Hope could hear Abigail impatiently tapping her foot on the floor. The further he got from her, the stronger she felt. Finally, Hope managed to turn a bit to look at Abigail over her shoulder, knowing her cheeks would match the color of unfriendly fire. She opened her mouth to apologize, and the next thing she knew, she was falling face first toward the table. Abigail clumsily caught her full weight, gently lowering her into the nearest chair. Hope opened a single eye, finding the bartender entirely too close for comfort, and no doubt the cause of her sudden lack of leg control and balance.
He was frowning at her, probably just like Hope frowned at him. Abigail popped up out of nowhere next to him, the man that was yet to own a name, offering Hope a crystal clear glass of liquid heaven. She swallowed a mouthful, expecting it to slide down like the cool, refreshing water it should’ve been. Except it wasn’t water, and it ignited the very fires of hell in her throat and belly.
“Sorry,” Abigail winced as Hope coughed and sputtered. “I should’ve told you it was Vodka. Your weird dizzy spells and swooning had me convinced you were in desperate need of a hard drink.” Hope only offered a half smile, practically glaring up at the man still standing entirely too close to her. “Oh jeez, my manners ran away with my good mood. This is Garrett, my boyfriend.” Garrett offered a friendly hand to shake, but Hope just stared at it. She was more concerned about the close proximity of that hand, and why his very presence made her feel like her skeleton had decided to take a vacation without the rest of her.
“I think I need some fresh air,” Hope finally managed to announce.
“And I cannot believe you’re backing him after he called you a bitch.” The two stared at each other, stuck in a battle of estrogen. Finally, they simultaneously burst into laughter, the air quickly clearing of all bitter anger.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t be so harsh on him. I just don’t understand what his problem is. He was perfectly fine until…” Hope nodded knowingly when Abigail refused to finish her thought.
“Until I came along. I know what you mean, and I don’t understand it either. He acts like he wants to be my friend, and when I tell him it’s not an option, he throws a kiddie tantrum.”
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God Bless people it’s early Sunday Am which means I got next to no sleep last night, but almost time for me to get up and go to church now. When I come home I am home to have time to finsh up Gameboard of the Gods by Richelle Mead because I just got her whole Bloodlines series to date stare at me saying you know you want to read me. I also happy to say that on that 11.1 I will be doing a reveal of new covers for Stacey Rourk and her gryphon series as well reviews that the WRRT team has been work on, one set which is mine. I can not wait for that day because she also releases the 4th book in the series and I am dying to see what happens next. If you are looking for a YA paranormal that both you and your teenager can enjoy then this series is for you btw. Off to shower and go to church Blog ya later
Just to let you know if you see this then it is a review by WRRT team….Love my wicked reads ladies…yall are awesome!