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Thursday, 27 April 2017

For authors only: want book sales? Have you thought of writing a guest post? #bloggers #bookpromo #wip

Here's an author secret for you: I'm cruel to my characters!

I can't help it, but it's true. I'm evil!

I start off loving my characters, their flaws, hopes, dreams and their entire journey. As their creator I know them inside out, but after a while they get me down. In short, by the end of the rewrites and edits, and more rewrites and edits, and reading the same scene and/or dialogue over and over, and over and over some more I'm more than fed up with them. So much so I have to seek my revenge!

So, I write alternate endings to my otherwise happy ever afters and KILL my characters!

But I can't be the only one to do this? So someone please tell me that they also write alternative endings for their beloved characters!

Mine have a grisly death each time. I suppose it's a type of therapy that allows me to move on to my next book and new characters; a type of closure.

It works for me, anyway.

If anyone wants to reveal their author secret/s here on this blog like the one above (send me your book link/details in return for a byline) for WWBB's JUNE theme: Authors' Secrets.


A time-travel romance - Wide Awake Asleep

Sci-fi Romance - Eden (book 1) |
Hunted (book 2)





Sunday, 16 April 2017

This is The Devil Wears Prada clashing with Bridget Jones.. and it's only #99cents! #literature #fiction #booksale #Bookshelf

Oh no, I've Fallen in Love!

Depression is a curse; a taboo illness which Valerie Anthrope has suffered with for most of her life.
And so far, her way of dealing with it is to hide it, which means no friends. Ever. She works hard at keeping all acquaintances at arms’ length, and has thrown herself into building her financial brokerage business. Happiness to Valerie is a successful mortgage deal.

Ellen Semple is happy-go-lucky. Her world is all-dancing and all-singing fun. She’s Valerie’s new employee.

Lex Kendal is Valerie’s client. He wants to screw Valerie.

This is the story of a depressive woman changing the views of two egotistical people, and in turn, Valerie comes to realise that these selfish people are the ones who can help her—if she dares to open up to them.
A story of true friendship.
A story about the power of love.
A story of how one women gained the strength to fight her depression.
Oh no, I’ve Fallen in Love! came second in the eFestival of Words Best Independent eBook Awards 2013. Oh no, I’ve Fallen in Love! is told through the eyes of Valerie Anthrope and Lex Kendal in varying chapters—‘a unique way of storytelling.'

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Extract from Oh no, I've Fallen in Love!

I smiled, but found I couldn’t hold his gaze. I had never teased anyone before, but that’s exactly what I had been doing. And he’d returned it. Our easy bantering was happening as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I opened my diary, and pretended to look through it. ‘I’ve a lot to do this morning, Mr Kendal. You really should have phoned for an appointment.’ He perched himself on the spare desk, leaving a long leg swinging down.

‘I’m here to make one.’

‘Oh.’

‘I want to make an appointment to take you out to dinner. Shall we say Saturday night?’

‘This Saturday?’

‘This Saturday, yes. That’s the day after Friday, and the day before Sunday.’

A tingle of excitement was bubbling up inside my stomach. It was only a dinner date, I told myself. I could keep him at arm’s length, just like everyone else, no problem. Except he wasn’t like any man I’d met before. He seemed to revel in my sharp comments and caustic sarcasm.

A bang from the outer door told me my staff had arrived back from lunch. I cleared my throat, and made an effort to look in control.

‘Yes, that would be lovely.’

The arrogant bastard grinned, telling me that’s what he expected me to say.  I remembered reading about the kiss-and-tell that his ex-wife leaked to the papers, which backfired on her and made him famous. It was all about how she couldn’t compete with his affairs and was filing for a divorce after fifteen years. She then demanded a hefty settlement and posed topless.

‘Good. There’s a new fish restaurant just opened along the Thames that I thought we could try. Or is there anything else you fancy? Apart from me,’ he added with a wider grin.

He’s such a jerk, I thought. But a sexy jerk. A flutter of appreciation feathered my spine as I took in his broad shoulders and imagined myself in his arms again.  But did I want to be another notch on his bedpost – hell, I was a modern woman – he could be a notch on mine!

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

A children's story for adults (not for the faint-hearted!) by @roberteggleton1 #childabuse #scifi #literary

Rarity from the Hollow

by

Robert Eggleton

Lacy Dawn's father relives the Gulf War, her mother's teeth are rotting out, and her best friend is murdered by the meanest daddy on Earth.

Life in the hollow is hard.

She has one advantage -- an android was inserted into her life and is working with her to cure her parents. But, he wants something in exchange. It's up to her to save the Universe.

Lacy Dawn doesn't mind saving the universe, but her family and friends come first.


Rarity from the Hollow is adult literary science fiction filled with tragedy, comedy and satire. A Children's Story. For Adults.

“The most enjoyable science fiction novel I have read in years.”
Temple Emmet Williams, Author, former editor for Reader’s Digest


“Quirky, profane, disturbing… In the space between a few lines we go from hardscrabble realism to pure sci-fi/fantasy. It’s quite a trip.”
    Evelyn Somers, The Missouri Review

. "…a hillbilly version of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy…what I would have thought impossible; taken serious subjects like poverty, ignorance, abuse…tongue-in-cheek humor without trivializing them…profound…a funny book that most sci-fi fans will thoroughly enjoy." -- Awesome Indies (Gold Medal)

“…sneaks up you and, before you know it, you are either laughing like crazy or crying in despair, but the one thing you won’t be is unmoved…a brilliant writer.” --Readers’ Favorite (Gold Medal)

“Rarity from the Hollow is an original and interesting story of a backwoods girl who saves the Universe in her fashion. Not for the prudish.” —Piers Anthony, New York Times bestselling author

“…Good satire is hard to find and science fiction satire is even harder to find.” -- The Baryon Review

Comfort Zones: Please note that there is a mention of a child having been murdered in this novel, by the meanest daddy on Earth. However, there is no scene and she plays a comical and annoying ghost most of the story. Here's a finding by Awesome Indies about the first edition to help you decide if this novel is too far outside of your comfort zone: “a hillbilly version of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, only instead of the earth being destroyed to make way for a hyperspace bypass, Lacy Dawn must…The author has managed to do what I would have thought impossible; taken serious subjects like poverty, ignorance, abuse, and written about them with tongue-in-cheek humor without trivializing them…Eggleton sucks you into the Hollow, dunks you in the creek, rolls you in the mud, and splays you in the sun to dry off. Tucked between the folds of humor are some profound observations on human nature and modern society that you have to read to appreciate…it’s a funny book that most sci-fi fans will thoroughly enjoy.” http://awesomeindies.net/ai-approved-review-of-rarity-from-the-holly-by-robert-eggleton/ The early tragedy feeds and amplifies subsequent comedy and satire.

Robert Eggleton is a retired children’s psychotherapist. Rarity from the Hollow is his debut novel and is preceded by publication of three short Lacy Dawn Adventures in magazines. Half of author proceeds are donated to a child abuse prevention program operated by Children’s Home Society of West Virginia. http://www.childhswv.org/


In his own words: 'I recently retired after 52 years of contributions into the U.S. Social Security fund so that I could write and promote my fiction. I’m a former mental health psychotherapist in West Virginia. After coming home drained from working with child abuse victims, I didn't have the energy left to begin self-promotion of this project. Most of the successes listed above have been achieved in the last fifteen months following my retirement.'



Author proceeds have been donated to a child abuse prevention program in West Virginia http://www.childhswv.org/ A listing of services that are supported can be found here: http://mountainrhinestones.blogspot.com/2015/06/review-giveaway-rarity-from-hollow-by.html. 



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Excerpt of Chapter Nine: “Lacy Dawn Goes To the Movies”

Scene Prologue: Lacy Dawn, the eleven year old protagonist, is a most unlikely savior of the universe. An android named DotCom (a recurring pun in the story) was sent to Earth to recruit and train Lacy Dawn to fulfill her destiny. He lives in a spaceship in a cave behind her house. The following scene is one of her early a training sessions. 
“…Finally, there’s a little action in this movie,” Lacy Dawn said.   
            The focus zoomed toward a green circle…. Jungle sounds filled the ship, dense vegetation filled the screen, and, a zoom again….     
            "What the heck is that?" she asked.
            "It’s a recording error. Please watch the video," DotCom said.
            An image of a square piece of land surrounded by water appeared…a group of hairy bipeds. One animal tilled the ground with its tusk.  Irrigation ditches watered a garden….  A large pyramid-shaped structure appeared on the monitor’s top edge.             
            "This is pretty cool," Lacy Dawn said.
            “Photosynthesis occurred on Earth 3.4 billion years ago.  It thereby permitted ocean animals to evolve 600 million years ago. Plants conquered land 400 million years ago. This led to vertebrates on land 380 million years ago. It all occurred on your planet before our technicians had invented field recording equipment….”
            “You said ‘ago’ too many times. Just be quiet. This movie's getting good now and I don’t need the chatter.”          
            The angle changed…. The pyramid got closer with each step. There were several close-up shots of beings.
            Are those animals or people? 
            “It’s you!” she screamed to DotCom.
            It was an accidental close up of a crotch. There were no genitals. DotCom did not confirm or deny her exclamation. The camera continued to move toward the pyramid:  females with hairy breasts exposed, young eating berries, and larger, more erect males chasing a deer-like animal. They caught it and ripped it apart on the spot.  The entrance of the triangular structure could be seen in the background. 
            “This movie is cool,” she said.
            The pyramid was made of wooden poles tied with vines and covered with large leaves…. The glow of a fire could be seen but there was no smoke. Individuals and small groups entered and exited the structure.  One group looked like the hunters…. They carried meat and animal parts into the pyramid.
            “Daddy got an eight-point buck last year. He sold the head to Harold for ten dollars. We still have some of it in the freezer….”
            Inside the pyramid, small groups sat together. Humanoids came and went. There were several floors connected by pole ladders and all spaces were occupied. It was very noisy. The space teemed with grunts and groans.     
            "Turn the volume down a little. That vine's still alive. It's been trained to wrap around the joints just like Mommy's pole beans. They're ready to pick.”
            “Correct,” DotCom said.
            “And it don't just grow on the outside. It grows on the inside too. That pyramid is one huge green bean casserole.”
            “Correct.”
            People were gathered around a rectangular box that glowed orange in the center of a dirt floor. The tallest people stood the closest to the box. One person was at least a foot taller than all the others….  
            The next scene was a close-up of the box. Between males with hairy legs and butts and other private parts -- big private parts -- Lacy Dawn saw a smooth surface…. Data flashed at the bottom of the screen. On top of the box, pieces of meat cooked beside large green beans. Water steamed and spit over the mess.
            “It’s a cook stove. But, that’s impossible. There ain't no fire or smoke and it can't be no electric stove like Mommy wants. There's no electric back then. This is a made up story.  It has to be.”
            “The stove was a trade from my planet,” DotCom said.
            “For what?” she asked.
            “You,” he said….
            The next scene introduced a very small biped that held out a large bean leaf toward a much larger biped standing by the stove. Larger kicked Smaller to the ground.  Smaller got up. Blood ran from her nose. She went back to Larger, extended the leaf, and was again kicked to the ground. It looked like a much harder kick than the first.  Smaller got up again and re-extended the empty leaf. Larger slammed his fist down on the top of Smaller’s head. She fell.
            “That had to hurt bad,” Lacy Dawn said
            “You should know, Lacy Dawn,” DotCom…. 
            Smaller got up, wobbled to Larger, and extended her leaf with unsteady arms.  Larger ignored Smaller until she tapped him on the calf with her foot. Larger showed Smaller his sharp teeth, turned to the stove, and picked up two handfuls of meat and beans.  He placed the food on the leaf extended by Smaller. Smaller nodded to Larger and stumbled backward away from the stove.
            “Big Mac time,” Lacy Dawn said.
            The camera followed Smaller. She staggered and dodged her way to a small group of bipeds that squatted several yards from the stove.  Smaller handed the leaf, now rolled around the food, to an adult female. The adult distributed pieces to others in the group.
            “The smaller is you, Lacy Dawn,” DotCom said. 
            The picture faded.



Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Nurture or nature? Does anyone have any answers? #paradox #paranormal #timeslipnovels #timetravel

by
Louise Wise


I tend to write about lonely, could-have-psychological-problems characters who mingle with the 'normal' so my books have a dark edge, and my latest book is no different, but it has got me thinking about the human psyche and our chosen path in life.

My character starts out as a hard-nosed career woman in her late forties. She has no family other than an elderly mother. Her words 'I have no time for relationships' is true as she rushes from one business deal to the next.

Now, although this is a book plug, it has also made me think about the nurture/nature thing as my character (Julie Compton from WIDE AWAKE ASLEEP) is able to change her past by taking a different road in life, and I wonder how nurture, as opposed to nature, shapes all of us.


The protagonist from Wide Awake Asleep was shaped by her past, but as she is spirted back to her childhood she makes different choices and changes the very psyche of her being. Is that nature or nurture?

As I understand it:

Nurture = how we're brought up/outside the family influences/schools/friends/how family deal with tragedy/extreme happiness and excitement.

Nature = genes pure and simple.

If one of your parents has an illness you're more likely to get it, but if the illness is avoidable (through diet/awareness) it can be halted (type 2 diabetes for example) but if you 'catch' an avoidable illness it's back to nurture (learned habits).

I thought it was cut and dried, too. But another thing puzzles me... the little 'ticks' people have ie fiddling with your hair, that particular way you have/do things that is copied from your parents. That should be nurture/learned behaviour, surely?

OK, here's the story that got me thinking, I was visited the other day by a young relative who was brought up by her mum and never saw her dad (he died) but her mannerisms were EXACTLY the same as his. It was so startling it was uncanny.

This wasn't nurture/learned behaviour. It was passed down through genes.

How fascinating that simple gestures are passed from one generation to the next!

WIDE AWAKE ASLEEP

Find out what happens when an extraordinary event takes Julie Compton on a paranormal adventure through her past to correct a time paradox.

Amazon.UK | Amazon.com

‘Past events can be changed but one must be careful of how one does it because it’ll impact on the rest of one’s life.’—Dáire Quin, Modify your Destiny if you Must, 2003

No one saw Julie’s car leave the road, no one saw her crash into the watery ditch, no one saw the gnarled tree branch pierce through the window screen and impale her in her seat.
No one heard her screams.
Yet, this was the beginning of Julie’s life.

Julie Compton, is a forty-something woman, striving for success in a male dominated business world. She thinks she’s made it. She thinks she has it all.

Trouble is, her destiny has been travelling in the wrong direction and Julie is now forced to relive her life by occupying people’s bodies from her past in a time-travel, paranormal adventure.

For readers who enjoyed books like 'The Time Traveler's Wife' and 'The Lovely Bones'.
~

Excerpt from WIDE AWAKE ASLEEP – a paranormal, time travel romance.

Disorientated, I looked around at my surroundings. I had the strange feeling that I wasn’t here at all. I thought I heard a voice, and I cocked my head, but it was carried away on a gust of wind. The feeling of hands touching my body subsided and I was left in this paradox universe where I was me inside someone else’s body.

I looked down at myself and the first thing I saw was a plaid skirt, and thick tights, which sagged at the knees and ankles.

My heart began to beat in horror. No, no. Please, God, no.

My hands touched the stained cardigan over my large droopy breasts. Up further to my face…

My hands recoiled.

I felt a moustache!

I gasped in horror. I was ‘Auntie’ Iris Grimshaw!

It was bad enough being goofy Sarah Marshall, but now I had a moustache! And a bloody monobrow!

Iris began to walk, and I felt a sharp pain in my hip. I slowed, but the pain persisted. It shot down my left leg every time my foot touched the ground. No wonder the old sod was grouchy.

Sunday, 26 March 2017

An insider's perspective on the lending industry #nonfiction #banking #bankloans #businessloans

Behind the Lender's Desk
by
R. Randy Veillon

This book wields concise, helpful coaching nudges, as well as Veillon’s own considerable focused lending experience and insightful expertise to guide both lenders and applicants toward making better loans, learning how lending is supposed to work in today’s increasingly tough banking conditions, and why.


This edition includes a concise history of US lending that sums up the current lending conditions enders and applicants face, as well as numerous brief, easy-to-understand loan case examples with uick questions to help the reader understand what makes a business loan application bankable.

Includes a concise history of US lending conditions lenders and applicants face, as well as numerous brief, easy-to-understand loan case examples with quick questions to help the reader understand what
makes a business loan application bankable.

Check out on Amazon!
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Saturday, 18 March 2017

Thought-provoking poetry that just might change the way you view the world #fakenews #poetry #mindcontrol @aquarianmind1


Television
by

Jamell Crouthers

I’m your television, turn me on,
You know you want to watch me.

I can waste hours of your time every single day,
Instead of doing something productive for yourself.


The news you see every day is negative for a reason,
It’s not all about knowing what’s going on in your city.

It’s mind control just to remind you life is tough,
And to keep you scared and on guard for evil people all of the time.

Good news won’t get ratings so it’s all bad,
Everyone loves to see the bad things that are going on in the world.

Good news segments are at the end of the bad news reported,
And it doesn’t last long because we want you to remember all the bad news.

You guys don’t even realize we use certain flashes and motions when the news starts,
That introduction to your broadcast is to put you in a trance for what’s to come.
Scare tactics, yup it works all of the time, I’m good at it,
To have you living a life in fear regularly will suffice.

Turn to that reality TV show and watch people act ratchet,
Come on, you can do it, doesn’t it make your life seem a lot better?

Amazon

Let’s go on social media and talk about it to people who don’t care,
About how stupid and ignorant people act just for a little money and fame.

Let’s watch all of these commercials with cars, jewelry and materialistic things,
Isn’t that what you want? Come on I know you do, you don't have to lie.

You’re going to plan when you’re going to get what you want,
Waiting for the next time you get paid to go waste money on something you want.

It’s not about getting things that you necessarily need,
What a boring life you’d have if you only had the things you needed.

Let’s watch TV shows and see all of the messages they send to us,
Do you see them all? Probably not but they’re in your subconscious mind.
Amazon

The comedy shows that have satirical messages all of the time,
The drama shows that have hidden agendas and are written a certain way.

Most of the TV shows you watch, they have hidden messages behind them,
That eventually come to fruition in the future, you probably don’t believe me.

Amazon
Jamell Crouthers is a poet and writer who writes about today's societal topics in a thought-provoking way. To get more insight on him current books head his Author Profile page on Bublish: www.bublish.com/view/author/6877               




Tuesday, 7 March 2017

It's not Halloween! Spine-tingling true stories that can't be explained #paranormal #authorsconfess #spooky

Ever have something strange happen? Something you can't explain?
These authors reveal their spooky tales...


Judy Weir's story...

All of us student nurses were set free from classes one summer afternoon. We headed to the lake. No specific plans other than to see if there might be some handsome fellas looking to hook up with a bevy of pretty girls.
We decided to swim out to a raft a few dozen yards from the dock. None of us were prepared for a swim, and we jumped in wearing our clothes. Wearing jeans, I quickly became exhausted. Too late to turn around, I panicked. When they say a drowning person can’t scream – it’s true. The terror filled me with the desperate energy to thrash, but without a moment of coherent thought. When I sank beneath the lake’s surface for the third time, I collapsed to lie on the sandy bottom. As I blacked out, I thought of my family. Then it happened. I heard a voice. 
Clearly and calmly, he said, “If you stand, you can breathe.”


I barely registered the advice. It wasn’t my first experience with the paranormal. I had never made a big deal of out-of-body experiences, visions, and contact with my guides. But something made me listen to the urging. “If you stand, you can breathe.” The tone was incredibly benevolent.
As impossible as it should be, I was able to straighten my legs and stand. Sure enough. My nose reached just above the water. With a few gasps to fill my lungs, I swam back to the shore. A few days later at the nursing school residence, I thought about confessing my foolishness to my family. I phoned. My mother listened to my confession. There was a momentary silence but then asked what day had the near drowning occurred. When I answered, I heard her voice tremble with shock.
“I heard you,” she said. “And your father and brother, they heard you. They came running to the house saying they heard you scream. Their faces were white. We heard you scream on that day at that time.” When they had calmed down, my parents believed it was just a case of missing me since I’d never been away from home before. Some ‘screams’ are heard - hundreds of miles away. - Judy Weir author of Featherstone



Juli  D. Revezzo's story...

Sometimes, my rational/skeptical self says ghosts are all just fantasy. But sometimes, I do believe otherworldly beings can "meddle in our affairs" to some extent. 

I'm not sure they can affect us the way they affect characters in stories and movies (throwing bodies around and stuff like that), but I believe they're "real" in the same way that I believe landwights, Fates, faeries and plain ole bad luck are real *innocent look*.

Some of you may remember I've mentioned this before, when my father was a little boy, he swore he lived in a haunted house. He said one day he went into his closet (this big walk in thing) and the light went out. He stepped outside to find the switch had been thrown. He turned it back on and went back inside. The light went out again. He walked out to find the switch off. Annoyed, he went downstairs and asked his brothers if they were up there mucking around with him. The boys swore up and down they had nothing to do with the light. Dad says he was so freaked he slept under his bed that night to hide from them.

Jump up 70 years and we went to New York, and dad took us to see that old house. Maybe it was his stories, but when I looked in the window, cold chills chased up and down my skin. Were there ghosts in that house? I sure think so! - Juli D. Revezzo


Louise Wise's story...


I was doing normal ‘mummy’ things, making the dinner whilst keeping an eye on my two children in the other room (3 and 5 years old). They were always fighting between themselves, but had gone quiet so I popped my head around the door to see what they were up to and saw two unknown children watching TV, and unlike my two, who seemed to hate one another, these were holding hands.

Now, my eldest is blond and the youngest is dark-haired but in this instance I saw an older DARK-haired child watching the TV with a younger BLOND boy, which was totally the wrong way round, plus they were holding hands!. The image lasted briefly, then I was ‘seeing’ my two children again and predictably the older was NOT holding hands with the younger, in fact the younger was about to wallop the older with a cushion.

I just put the vision down to ‘one of those unexplained things’ but many years later (and another two children later) I recalled this event when I walked into the room to see my two new additions watching the TV. The elder was dark-haired, the younger was blond. They were holding hands.
- Louise Wise



Bill Johnson's tale...


Years ago, I had just started chiropractic treatment, getting my spine adjusted. After several sessions, I woke from sleep and noticed about a dozen feet from my bed (I was sleeping in a large family room) a distortion in the air about the size of a baseball, a few feet off the ground. The distortion floated over to my bed and entered my spine at the base.

As the distortion slowly rose up my spine, the small muscles that connect the vertebrae started clicking rapidly in turn. I could feel each tiny muscle.

The distortion then came out of my neck and came down to my left elbow, which was being treated for tennis elbow. The muscles in my elbow twitched and released tension.

Then the distortion moved down to my wrist, which was also being treated. The distortion was larger than my wrist, and as the muscles in my wrist twitched and released tension, the bedsheet by my wrist fluttered.

All this took 3-4 minutes, then the distortion left.
- Bill Johnson
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