May 26, 2016

Specail Guest Thursday with Author Jaidis Shaw (@JaidisShaw)!

Today's Special Guest is Author Jaidis Shaw! Enjoy & Comment!!

She wants a normal life. They want her dead. Destiny has other plans.

Twenty-year-old Alayna Scott receives visions around water, but even her foresight couldn’t prepare her for the tragic accident that claimed the lives of her parents. With everything she loves gone, Alayna packs up and moves to the small town of Juniper Grove in hopes of starting over.

Jayden McKnight can’t explain the attraction that he feels whenever Alayna is near, but he does know that he will do whatever it takes to win her heart. When a vampire selects Alayna as his next victim, Jayden will stop at nothing to ensure her safety – even if that means bringing Alayna into a world that she never knew existed.

Love blossoms, challenges are made, and Alayna will find herself fighting not only to survive, but to understand what she has become.



Excerpt:

Sunlight caught the crystal that hung from the rear view mirror, and rainbow bursts of color radiated throughout the car. My parents and I had gotten up early so that we could make the three-hour drive to my uncle’s house, but from the line of backed up traffic in front of us, it seemed that it would take us longer. I leaned back in my seat and let the music blaring in my earbuds help pass the time. My mother turned in her seat in the front, and I glanced at her. Seeing her mouth my name, I pulled one side of the earbuds out of my ear.


“What did you say?” I asked.

“I asked if you were hungry,” she replied. “Your father thinks that we should get off the interstate at the next exit and grab something to eat while the traffic clears up.”

“Sure, that’s fine with me. It’s a good idea, anyway, since Uncle John turned vegetarian. There’s no telling what he’s going to try to get us to eat.”

My father’s hearty laugh rumbled through the car. “Do you remember that rolled up spinach thing he tried to feed us last time?”

“How could I forget?” I said.

Mom sprung to her brother’s defense. “It wasn’t so bad.”

“Then how come you didn’t eat it? I saw you slip it to the dog when you thought nobody was watching.” My father glanced at my mother while she tried to come up with a retort.

“If you saw that, then it’s obvious that I wasn’t sneaky enough.” She crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the window.

My dad laughed as he flipped on the turn signal and merged into the right lane, coming to a stop behind a logging truck. I looked at the long logs protruding from the flatbed. “It always makes me nervous when they hang off like that,” I said. A shiver raced over my body.

“It’s okay. They make sure to load them on so that they won’t come off,” my dad reassured me.

I opened my mouth to reply but stopped when I heard a screech of tires behind us. Turning my head, I locked eyes with the man in the driver’s seat of the truck that was hurtling toward us. The truck slammed into the back of our car, and my mother’s scream echoed in the tight space around me. A shower of white stars filled my vision as pain ripped through my shoulder and cut off my own scream. As the darkness closed in around me, I heard the faint shrill of sirens in the distance.



About the Author:
Jaidis Shaw currently resides in South Carolina with her husband and two beautiful daughters. With a passion for reading, Jaidis can always be found surrounded by books and dreaming of new stories. She enjoys challenging herself by writing in different genres and currently has several projects in the works.

Jaidis also owns and operates Juniper Grove Book Solutions, voted #1 Best Promotional Firm, Site, or Resource in the 2015 Preditors & Editors Readers’ Poll. In her spare time, she maintains Scribbler’s Grove, an author-exclusive newsletter that offers tips on book marketing and building your author brand.

One of her main goals in life is to encourage her daughters to let their imaginations run wild.

Juniper Grove Book Solutions: http://junipergrovebooksolutions.com/

May 24, 2016

Teaser Tuesday MIND: The Emergence (Book 2) #SciFi #Romance

Teaser Tuesday! MIND: The Emergence Book 2 Enjoy & Comment.

Dina, Duncan, Liam, and Bates are back in Book Two of the MIND Series. 

Kimkuta Wolf remembers everything, always has. Her unique ability gives her an edge as a journalist, but the stories she's covering no longer get the attention they deserve. After reporting on a missing person's case, she's attacked by a 'vampire' who she claims stole her memories. The doctors think she's crazy, but Kim knows better. She recruits her best friend, Lexa Quinn, to help find an ancient artifact her Grandfather's tribe swore to protect.
Duncan Ranger has finally settled into his new job as the head of MIND, the Meta-Alien Investigation and Neutralization Department tasked with monitoring the human psychic and alien population on Earth. When MIND stumbles onto clues that lead them to another mysterious piece of alien technology, Duncan arrives just in time to thwart a second attack on Kim and Lexa, two powerful women who may be more than human.
Together, with the help of the entire MIND team, Kim and Duncan embark on a journey of discovery, connecting their lives and those of their ancestors to an emergence of people with abilities, which may alter the course of human history forever.

Chapter One

April 2, 2034, Sunday

Kim dotted the i, didn’t have a t to cross when she shortened her first name, and spun the media waiver one hundred and eighty degrees for the witness to sign and date. Once he did, she’d give him the three hundred bucks she’d promised for the statement.
He set the pen down, pushed the ePaper her way, and then turned over his hand, palm up.
“Thank you for your help,” she said, reaching into her jeans while checking out his name, “Mr. Tarlins.”
“Only told ya what I saw.”
Kim placed the folded bills in his hand. Tarlins grinned, stuffed the cash in his ratty coat, and darted out of the surveillance van. A throat cleared behind her, and she shook her head before looking back.
“Don’t say a word.”
“Give him a bath and a meal, and put him in a new suit, and that man would be gorgeous.” Lexa spoke anyway, though her tone was void of her usual man-hunt attitude. “I feel like we should do something else.”
“It’s hard enough to get vets to talk, let alone accept help. You saw me. I tried.”
“You got his name. Maybe we can pass it along? Do you still talk to Stu?”
“Not since he retired. He may still have some friends on the force who can hook us up with Community Services.” Kim smiled, glad to see the compassionate aspect of the job affecting her best friend. It had taken long enough. “We’ll stay on it, okay?”
“Goodie.”
“So, transfer the doc to the office—”
Lexa grabbed the ePaper, placed her other hand on the laptop, and smirked. She loved showing off her unique gifts.
“All right, now they can stream the piece tomorrow morning,” Kim continued.
“Do you really think it will get the police involved?”
“Four missing teenagers? With Tarlins corroborating that party everyone’s saying didn’t happen… I can’t see how they can ignore it.” Kim packed up the mini-cam and recording equipment and shoved everything, including the ePaper, into a secured storage bin and locked it. “Since they never believe me without some kind of evidence, this is how I have to do it.”
“We.” Lexa rubbed the side of her head, jostling her curly red-hair, determination in her eyes.
“Yeah? Are you sure? It’s only been a couple of months, Lex. It gets worse than cute, homeless vets.”
Lexa shrugged and scrunched her face. “I see how it can get rough, but you’re right. We’ve got these ‘talents,’ and doing good makes me feel hella better than making money for some trading company.”
“You’re right, it does.” Kim leaned over and hugged her. “Thanks.”
“Are we going for drinks to celebrate?”
“It’s three a.m. I need sleep.”
“Oh,” Lexa said as she shrugged again and packed up the rest of the surveillance equipment.
Kim chuckled, moved to the back of the van, and opened the doors. She jumped down, inhaling the refreshing spring air hinted with blooming flowers. Wind whipped around the van, almost blowing her hat off. Glad she had braided her hair, she pulled the ball cap from her head and stuffed it in her pocket.
Lexa called, “You sure you don’t want a ride back?”
“Only two blocks away. See you later.” Kim waved.
Lexa nodded and vanished behind the closing doors. Before Kim reached the end of the alley, the van started, and Lexa beeped as she took off down the road.
Kim watched the van pull onto the highway, heading toward the bright lights of Ocean City. Satisfied with the day’s work, she closed her dark purple trench and braved the wind on the way back to her loft. Maybe her new boss would enjoy the story and let her do the juicy reporting she had done before he’d come onboard. The paparazzi type assignments he’d sent her and Lexa on for the last three weeks had ticked her off, but the man’s team was part of the new acquisition, and a few select long-timers were getting the real news.
Turning the corner, Kim felt a sudden urge to tiptoe down the silent street leading to her building so she wouldn’t disturb the neighbors.
Taking a leisurely stroll, she took in the houses, buildings, and cars all locked up and dark, as they should be at that time of night. Everything was exactly as it had been when she’d left. No new visitors, vehicles, or animals.
Reaching the stairs, Kim retrieved her keys, jogged up, and unlocked the main door. In the foyer, she checked for mail and found none. She frowned, wondering why no one sent mail anymore. The cargo elevator carried her to the top loft, and she stuck her key in the slot to give her access to the control pad where she tapped in a four-number code, unlocking her door.
She tossed her trench on the nearby armchair, and reached for her hair to unbraid it. The big, open space of the loft was lit only by the small slits of moonlight through the blinds, but as she neared the living room area, she spotted the magazines on her coffee table.
They’re wrong.
She had stacked them in threes across the top, but the nearest pile had four.
Prickles ran across the back of her neck as Kim stepped back, she heard the slight exhale of breathing, and gasped. She spun and darted for the elevator as a shadow of movement passed in her peripheral. Goose bumps spread across her skin as she mashed the interior elevator buttons.
The doors didn’t shut.
What seemed like black silk covered her eyes, and she screamed, tearing at the unmovable cloth. Hands wrapped around her neck an instant later. Then everything blurred and slowed.
Kim thrashed and kicked. Screaming and squirming kept her attacker from getting a firm grip, and she broke from his arms, lunging forward. More fabric tightened around her neck, snapped her backward, and pulled her feet from under her.
She went down hard, head slamming into the metal plate in the elevator.
“Fighting will make it worse, Keeper.”
She screeched when two spikes darted into the side of her neck. Fire filled her jugular, the heat spreading through her veins and boiling her from the inside.
Blind and helpless, Kim’s mind exploded with images of memories and stories, poems and songs, echoes of childhood laughter, words from her ancestors and parents, tears, and pain from secrets kept.
Everything she knew and had never forgotten flashed in her head. Like the simple observations of her street, every piece of information to cross her path found a home in her mind.
The burning consumed her, acid poison drowning her in a slow torture and breaking down her will to fight with the pain violating every corner of her mind and body.
Blank.
Blank pages entered her head, leaving an empty space in her mind. “Stop!”
The attacker snarled, “I will know your mind and consume your energy.”
Her body jolted under his tightening grip. She dug her fingers into the man’s forearm, causing something unusual to happen. Kim saw memories from her attacker’s mind instantaneously. With each passing thought she knew why he was there, what he planned to do, and who he was doing it for, too. He wanted her grandfather’s artifact to fulfill some evil scheme. He fought back twice as hard to block her intrusion, regained his control, tripling the agony as he pushed back into her mind.
She refused to let him steal her memories.
With every ounce of spirit she had left, Kim protected her mind from the invader, doing anything and everything possible to break the link.
Burning.
So hot.
More blank pages swapped out the memories, creating more emptiness.
“No!”
“Yes, Kimkuta Wolf,” he growled deep against her cheek, “and you are just the beginning.”

https://www.amazon.com/MIND-Emergence-Book-2-ebook/dp/B01E056ANQ

May 23, 2016

Mini Q&A with Jenn Nixon - Hey, that's ME!

I asked a good friend (and writer) to give me some questions to answer for a blog since I've been blogging for so long I'm not sure what people actually want to read about anymore. I've answered her questions below but I would love to do this more often. Do you have any questions related to writing, being an author or blogger, social media, TV, fandom, or well, basically anything? I'm happy to try to answer them all. So post a question in the comments if you have one!!


With so many stories in your head, how do you choose which to write?

This is a great question. The short answer is, no clue. The long answer is, it depends on which story has the best opening chapter in my head. That's usually the one I will write next. Since I am currently working on the third book of a series, the opening of this book was practically done before I finished book 2 because I knew exactly where the story was heading. :-)

If the opening hooks me, I'll keep going. When I get to chapter three or four, I usually set it aside and think about it, a lot. For at least a week. I like to see the characters and scenes in my head. I want to make sure the characters are believable and the world building is solid. At this point, I usually start taking notes if I haven't yet. Yes, even pantsers need notes (sometimes outlines too!). 

Right now, I have four or five ideas rolling around in my brain. I have no idea which one I want to do next. It's possible I can combine those five ideas into three, so that helps, somewhat. I have several projects that I've started and stopped writing because they weren't working for me. I still go back to some of them and reread them to see if they're worth finishing, but I will be honest, that rarely happens. 


What's the weirdest thing that ever inspired a story?

The Wild & Wicked story started out as a dream. Yes, I had a dream I was in a strip club watching some hot chick give an even hotter guy a lap dance. I think I was a bartender or waitress because it wasn't me giving the dance. :-( When I woke up from the dream, most of it had faded but that one moment stayed in my head. I wondered why she was there. Aside from looking like Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who was he? (Hey, it was a dream!) I had to know, so I wrote the opening and BOOM the entire story came to me while writing that first chapter. It took me by surprise, but I kept writing and eventually that first story because a much bigger story than I had originally planned.

People have inspired me as well. Sometimes it's a character on TV or a person walking down the street. A specific quality or feature will often find it's way into a book. I've even used direct quotes from people and put them in my novels. 

I tend to people watch when I'm out among the crowds so I never have a problem creating characters, I'm surrounded by them. :-)

How awesome does writing feels and why you do it?

This one is a trick question, right? Finishing a book feels amazing. Writing it doesn't always feel that way. At times, I can be fighting a backache from sitting too long...Kidding!! Well, not really, writers do spend lots of time sitting and typing, so it is important to make sure you get up and move. Lucky for me I have dogs that need to go for walks three times a day, so regardless of what I'm doing if they need to go outside, we're going outside. 

Often, that little break is good for me. I'll be thinking about what I've just written, where I'd like it to go, and many times other ideas for plot points further along in the story come to me. My brain works in very weird ways. 

I've been writing seriously, with the purpose getting published, for over 15 years now. However, I've been a writer all my life. I've dabbled in poetry, fan fiction, novels, novellas, short stories, content writing, and even screenplays. At this point in my life, I think it's just part of who I am now. I started writing as a means of escaping reality and coping with teenage life, like many kids do. Writing just stayed with me through the years changing from diaries and blogs, but it never left me and probably never will.

How about you? Do you have a hobby that became a part-time job or life long goal? I'd love to hear your story!

May 19, 2016

Special Guest Thursday with Author Laurencia Hoffman (@iwritestories7)!

Today's Special Guest is Author Laurencia Hoffman! Enjoy & Comment! 

Vampire, Blake Auckley develops a wild and rebellious nature that puts him and all humans who are unlucky enough to make his acquaintance in danger. Abandoned by his maker, Melina, the night he was created, Blake is used to being on his own, but when she suddenly reappears in his life, it changes his world yet again.

Though forgiving and forgetting the past is hard, Blake and Melina attempt to put their differences aside and repair their relationship. However, with dark secrets and old wounds marking their souls, Blake's enemies not far behind, and so many obstacles still ahead they must fight to survive the danger, as well as each other.




Excerpt:

Being a vampire, Melina didn’t think she needed to wear a seat belt, but it would have saved her some cuts and bruises. Her head hit her window, breaking the glass. She immediately curled up into a ball so that she wouldn’t cause damage to anything that was sensitive. She had tried to make herself as small as possible, and it was a good thing because the car was totaled. She groaned as her eyes adjusted to the twisted metal. It had been such a beautiful car just a moment before, but now, she had to crawl out of it.
She had heard the loud crack of a bone breaking.
Blake’s movements were stiff as he attempted to clamber from the inside of the overturned car, though there was hardly a scratch on him.
What the fuck was that all about?” he muttered to himself as he crawled along the grass, soon staggering onto his feet.
For almost an instant he had forgotten about her, “Melina?” he called her name as he stood there, then darting around to the other side, “Melina!”
He could distinctively hear the slam of car doors from up on the road and the rush of footsteps, followed by the occurrence of voices.
We know you are still alive, so show yourself, you vampire bastard!”
What have I possibly done to aggravate them? He thought. Then again, he was always getting under someone’s skin.
Melina was irritated when she saw that her injured hand had a broken wrist attached to it. The blood from where the glass had cut was making her hair wet and covered her shirt—or Blake’s shirt—and her outfit was ruined. Growling in frustration, she crawled out of the car and grabbed on one of Blake’s hands to help herself up.
“I’m fine,” she assured him.
Blake watched her with a sense of relief. She appeared injured, but nothing too severe. He was just glad that she hadn’t been killed—anything could have easily impaled them.
What the fuck is going on, Blake?” Melina asked. “What do they want?”
Crouching behind the overturned car, Blake could hear the voices of the werewolves at the top of the bank.
If you don’t show yourself, we’ll come down there and tear you limb from limb!” they shouted.
Blake didn’t understand their idle threats in the slightest, but obviously he had done something to enrage them. Maybe slaughtering every werewolf that he encountered over the centuries had something to do with it.
Step away from the scene, gentlemen ... and lady.” The two police officers who had been pursuing Blake and Melina had pulled up and intruded on the situation, their guns loaded and aimed at the group who were lingering at the edge of the bank.
This doesn’t concern you, human.” One of them spat as he turned to face the officers who were cowering behind the open doors of their vehicle. Their arms rested over the top as they aimed their guns in the direction of the wolves.
This is an official crime scene, and therefore does concern us. You intentionally knocked that car off the road and are all under arrest for murder.”
Murder?” the dark haired and only female present in the group questioned the notion. “They are still alive ... though not for much longer once we get a hold of them.”
Astonished and slightly angered by their intentions, one of the officers moved away from the security of the car and approached, “that’s it; put your hands up, all of you. Do it now!”
They were amused more than anything else and completely unmoved by the police’s efforts to get them to co-operate.
I won’t ask you again before I am forced to open fire.”
As soon as he finished speaking, two of the males rushed over to each officer and commenced killing them, with either a snap to the neck or a brutal disemboweling.
They seemed to disregard the fact that they were on a busy highway and any passerby could easily see their crimes.
Blake watched them as he remained behind the car, hardly concerned for what trouble was about to be brought his way. What was the worst they could do to him, really?
I wonder what I did this time,” he mumbled to himself with a faint smirk upon his face.
Glancing about the surrounding area, it became obvious that there wasn’t really anywhere for them to hide, they would have to either run back up onto the road or into the woodlands behind them, but God knows where they would end up if they did that.
Looking back at the road, Blake noticed the wolves were descending the bank, heading toward the wrecked car.

He would have to think fast if they were to avoid confrontation, “Melina, run.”

Bio: Laurencia Hoffman is the author of four published books; Casting Stones, Wages of Sin: Bad Blood, Bittersweet and Star Crossed: Worlds Apart (published under her legal name: Jolene Poole).

Laurencia lives with her family in Michigan. When she's not writing she also enjoys making her own line of natural products, and watching films.

Link: smarturl.it/BadBloodBk1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/iwritestories7

May 17, 2016

Teaser Tuesday - @TivaBoon: Royal Guardian

Teaser Tuesday!

Book one of my epic Sci-Fi Fantasy series: Tiva Boon!

The kingdom of Abennelp has enjoyed an age of peace. Tiva Boon, a loyal and ambitious Royal Guardian is determined to carry on tradition and become an elite protector to the throne. It is all she has ever wanted. Possessing abilities and strength beyond her age, Tiva dedicates her youth and risks her life in the service of her king to prove she is worthy. With her goal achieved and her destiny in motion, a mysterious off-world threat emerges and shatters everything Tiva holds dear.

Exiled from her home and running for her life, Tiva seeks asylum with the Union, a universal security force, and attempts to put the past behind her. Finding herself alone among various space faring races, Tiva integrates herself into the strange society using her skills as a protector and befriends several aliens she meets along the way, ones who will change her life forever.
When a message from those loyal to her king reaches her months after she feels safe in her new life, Tiva’s destiny and the fate of her people collide.


Excerpt

The king held out his hand to Tiva. She turned to her father, who nodded, so she pressed her tiny palm against the king’s hand. He covered the top of her hand with his other and looked into her eyes. Instantly, she felt warmth and kindness from him. She smiled.

“I do not intimidate you, do I Tiva Boon?”

“No, sire,” she said, and put her free hand on top of the king’s. A smiled appeared on his lips as he looked up to Kevler.

Her father chuckled.

“Most of the children I have met are quite frightened of me, even though I always offer my hand in friendship,” he said, studying her small hand on top of his.

“Your hands are warm, sire, your spirit is calming. You are a good king,” she said candidly.

The two men laughed.

Tiva looked to them confused. She pulled her hands back and took a step away from the king, her markings turning pink. Kevler noticed and immediately knelt down beside her.

The king looked to Kevler. “She is in tune with her empathic senses and her markings have begun to react already?”

“Yes, Harer, can you believe it?” he said.

“I would expect nothing less from the Boon Family.” He nodded and clasped Kevler on the shoulder. The king turned to Tiva and took her hand again. “You are a very special child. Study well and listen to your elders.”

Tiva nodded.

“As you grow, you will come to learn, young Tiva, that even I can be easy-spirited in private, but you are still confused, speak of what you feel.”

“Father called you by your birth name,” she said, studying him. She was sensing more from him than she understood. His jade eyes pierced through her in a wave of familiarity and his touch was comforting not intimidating as her cousins had told her. The king’s short black hair sparked with flecks of silver when he ran his hands over his head. The hair hid his moon markings. Tiva found this curious as she believed the crescent moon markings of her people were beautiful and something one should display with pride.

“Your father and I have been friends for many, many cycles. He is as close to me as a brother of my own blood,” he said, his complete attention on her, “you will learn when you can be informal. Guardians must always balance duty with pleasure.”

“So, am I to begin my training to prepare for the induction?” Tiva grinned at her father and the king.

“Yes, Tiva Boon, you are to begin your training.” King Delos deepened his voice sounding more official. “Five cycles from this day, should you pass all your schooling, you will be inducted into guardianship training.”

“Sire…” Tiva looked up to him once more.

“Yes, little Lady Boon?”

“I wish to be an elite guardian,” she said.

Both Kevler and the king paused for a moment.

“I have told her we could discuss that, sire. Young Tiva here needs to learn patience,” he said.

“Have you not told her?” Harer asked.

“No, actually, I have not.”

“Told me what? Speak of what you hide,” Tiva said.

Kevler knelt down in front of her.“I wanted to wait until you were older so that you may understand, but there has never been a female elite guardian before.”

“Then I will be the first,” she said forthrightly.

“It is not so simple, dearest one.” He stroked her hand. “Tradition has always been such that women cannot hold the position of a level one guardianship.”

“Can the tradition be changed?”

“By whom?” he asked.

“Our king, he makes the rules of our land, he can change them,” she said, and looked to King Delos and stared into his eyes. Kevler turned to the king perplexed, as if looking for help to explain the reasoning.

“Traditions are hard to break, Tiva, but we shall see where your path leads you. You may be the very one to bend the rules.”

https://www.amazon.com/Tiva-Boon-Royal-Guardian-Book-ebook/dp/B00LN8S32U