Friday, October 20, 2017

Building Down - An Inward Journey by Jennifer Lohr






Building Down - An Inward Journey
Jennifer Lohr

Genre: Personal Development / Self Improvement / Self Growth

Date of Publication: September 28, 2017

ISBN-10: 1977501508
ISBN-13: 978-1977501509
ASIN:1977501508

Number of pages: 206
Word Count: 11,810

Cover Artist: Jennifer Lohr

Tagline: We all have the power to heal ourselves.

Book Description: 

“Recently I changed my life and I'd like to share my story with you.

This project is as personal as it is unconventional. I share my inner-most self with readers through my challenges and triumphs, leading up to and following an emotional breakdown. For anyone who has ever fallen into a dark abyss of anxiety or depression, I hope this book can be used as a support to help you climb up out of that hole and away from self-defeating patterns.”


Excerpt:

My goal in writing this and sharing such private experiences is that it just might help someone who sits on the edge, swaying as I once did. It’s a comfort to know that I may be of help to anyone in need of the same understandings I am growing to accept and realize each new day. I’d love for the very basic yet essential message to reach as many people as possible - please know that you are not alone in the struggle to move beyond your fear, anger, resentment, sadness, or anxiety.  I’m no therapist, nor do I hold any special psych degrees, or claim to have all of the answers. This is just life as it happened for me, and as real as it happened for me.
            I am re-hashing a lot of my own pain but not with the intention to perseverate upon it. It’s an awful lot like a mirror or movie play-back. ‘What did I miss? How can I grow from this?’ Where’s the lesson?’ My experiences are not in vain because I have chosen to release myself from the binds of regret.  I’m taking the lessons and moving forward.
            I should emphasize: none of this piece in any way serves to minimize or over-simplify the struggle many have with attaining contentment or happiness (or even getting out of bed some days). I know it’s a challenge. So please: if you need help, seek it. It can be very difficult to accept ourselves and our struggles or suffering, but we are the only ones responsible for getting help when we feel like giving up is an option.



About the Author:

Jennifer has been writing short stories since she was a child and was first published at age 15 for a Poe inspired piece.  Later that same year Jennifer was featured in Who's Who Among American High School Students for creative writing. After adding the roles of wife and mother of four young children to her list of achievements, Jennifer decided it was time to bring her dream of writing a novel to fruition and debuted her first piece in 2014, titled Baltic Mist - A Timeless Saga.

This time, inspired by the Icelandic skald Egil Skallagrimsson, Jennifer latched on to one of his characters from the epic Egil's Saga. Book One of the three-part trilogy was self-published by her own publishing entity: An Ancient Approach. Since then she has released two children's books and is finishing Books Two and Three of the Baltic Mist saga series.

While the her top priority is family first, Jennifer spends her days indulging in creating a quality of life enriched with homemaking, child-rearing, writing, painting, gardening, cooking, or simply making memories with her children. Making a point to remain mindful, Jennifer holds steadfast that everything holds opportunity for growth if she pays close enough attention.



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Thursday, October 19, 2017

Delightfully Witchy by Acacia K. Parker


Are you currently binge watching anything on Netflix, Hulu (or elsewhere)? What keeps you glued to the screen?

Honestly, I have nothing that I’m binge watching right now! Wait, no, that’s a lie. My husband recently had a kick for something historical, so we’ve got one episode left in Band of Brothers on Amazon Prime. The last show we binged on was Netflix The Defenders, which I’m pretty sure we watched in an entire day (sorry not sorry).

What keeps me glued to the screen are great characters and a great story – it can be the slowest show/movie in the world, but if it’s got fun and interesting people it’s based around, I’m all for it.

Do you prefer movies or TV series?

Give me a good movie or a good TV series any day – either one is good with me!

When it comes to reading do you prefer standalones or series?

I like both, but it really depends on my mood. Sometimes I want a quick read that I know will have an ending in the first book, and sometimes I want to dive into the world the book is in and find out more about it.

Do you prefer to start new book series when the first book is released or do you want for a several books in the series to be released so you can binge read?

I don’t pay much attention to any of that (my bad!). When I’m looking for a new book, I look at the cover and blurb and will read a little excerpt, and if I like it, I get into it regardless whether or not the next book is out or not. Don’t get me wrong, it’s definitely nice to binge read a series, but the whole series doesn’t have to be out for me to get started.

What are some of your hobbies, interests or guilty pleasures (other than reading and writing)?

I love drawing! Truthfully, I’ve been an artist since before I could write, so picking up a pencil and sketching / doodling / painting has become a necessity for me to keep my sanity. When writing doesn’t work for me (and sometimes it just doesn’t), I turn to art to help get me back to where I need to be (and vice versa, too!)

What's your guilty “nerd” pleasure (ex: Star Wars movies, ComicCons, Cosplay)?

I love all this stuff, though I haven’t personally been to a ComicCon before (though I would love to). I love Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Back to the Future – actually, I’m dragging my husband to a Harry Potter “Event” at the Arizona Science Center where we’ll be finding Horcruxes and get to drink Butter Beer in November! I’m super excited – I’m making him dress up with me, actually, so I’m pretty happy about that.

Have you ever peeked at the ending of a book?

Guilty as charged. I do this way more than I should.

When it comes to your own writing are you a plotter or a panster?


I’m a bit of both. I tend to write a pretty detailed outline before I start writing, and often times as I start to get into the story and characters, I realize they don’t care what I had planned, so sometimes the story changes halfway through. I usually always know the ending before I start, however, which helps me know where the characters are going. I try and roll with the punches, sometimes I have an idea of what the characters are like and I get into their story and begin to understand them differently, so I try and work with them instead of against them.

Delightfully Witchy
A Delightfully Witchy Novel
Book One
Acacia K. Parker

Genre: Paranormal Romance /
Action and Adventure

Publisher: Parker Publishing

Date of Publication: 9/14/2017

ISBN: 978-0-9989444-4-9
ASIN: B071SLRNVS

Number of pages: 417
Word Count: 135,000

Cover Artist: Acacia K. Parker

Tagline: Not everyone is good at being a witch.

Book Description:

Looking for true love? Having dreams you need to recall more clearly? How about that pesky curse that just won’t go away? Let Delightfully Witchy Herbal Shop conjure up the perfect charm for you!

Meet Emerson Harper—herbalist, shop owner, witch—exceptional at the first two, not so much on the last. She finds there are perks to living a quiet life, especially when those perks involve Lincoln Summers walking into her shop asking for a rare Stone. Powerful, wealthy, and famous, she finds it hard to resist selling him what he seeks when those dazzling blue eyes of his linger a little too long.

What Lincoln failed to mention, however, is someone evil is looking for the Stone; a witch who now has Emmie in his sights. Luckily, Emmie made more of an impression on the sexy stranger than she realized, and when he comes to her rescue she finds herself suddenly pulled into Lincoln’s world of dark magic and buried secrets.

In the fight to reclaim their lives—and save the world from a deranged witch hell-bent on destruction—Emmie is thrust into a journey of mystery, peril, and self-discovery, only to learn that sometimes . . .

All magic needs is a little push.

Excerpt:

I awoke screaming and scared, feeling like I was locked in that trunk again, bound and unsure of the outcome. I was dazed. I knew I was awake, but it was still hard to tell what was real. I felt the mattress underneath me, and the clothes that smelled of spices and were faintly musky and sweaty. There was a light beside the bed I could turn on to show that I was perfectly safe. None of that mattered, though, because I was frantic, tears falling down my face, trying to get out of the confined space that had me caged in.
Someone was talking to me, calmly and evenly. Whoever it was grabbed my arms and lifted them, moving me so my back was to a chest, clearly not my sister’s. I yanked my arms to get free, but whoever had me was too strong, the voice continuing to speak, telling me I was all right, that I was safe, and there wasn’t anything to be worried about.
“Emmie, it’s just a dream, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Lincoln. It was Lincoln’s voice that finally trickled through, and I realized where I was. He had his arms wrapped around me, holding me still so I wouldn’t hurt myself—or him, for that matter. My head was somewhere near the crook of his neck as I craned it back, looking up at the black ceiling, its endless depths forbidding and ominous. Tears fell, my breathing was labored, and my heart raced. He never moved, even as my legs kicked the blankets away, hating myself for allowing this to happen.
When I finally got myself to calm down, Lincoln turned me and without a word pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist, listening to his heartbeat as it hammered violently in his chest. With his head resting on mine, I barely felt the stubble scratching at my forehead, abrasive but welcome.
“You scared me.” His voice was throaty, like he’d just woken up himself. “Are you okay?”
“I think so,” I managed to say, pulling back, noticing the light on the nightstand was on, dim in the darkness. “I’m so, so sorry. That was—”
“Expected . . . considering.” He shrugged, his hand on my shoulder as I wiped the tears off my face.
“I guess it’s a good thing I don’t sleep naked,” I giggled, trying to lighten the mood.
“I think that depends on who you’re asking.” He smirked.
And I blushed, of course. I was feeling all warm and cozy with his hand still on my shoulder and then I noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Good Lord. Trust me, it was everything I ever thought it would be. No, it was definitely better. He was perfect; chiseled chest, washboard abs, thick arms, and a dark line of hair leading from his belly button until it disappeared underneath his pajama pants. I’m pretty sure if I kept looking I was going to start drooling, literally, and that would be . . . just no. 
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing! It’s nothing.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing,” he said, raising his brows.
“It’s not important,” I answered nervously, biting my lower lip.
“Are you sure?”
“Yep.” I nodded. “I’m sure.”
“Ok.” He squeezed my shoulder lightly.


About the Author:

Acacia has been what some may call a "gypsy" for most of her life. With her father serving in the Air Force for twenty years, she's enjoyed many different homes in many different states, with a decent portion of her life lived overseas in Germany. Always one to be creative, she has been drawing since she could write, and writing has become a passion of hers since her teenage years where she discovered she loved telling stories and creating eccentric characters.

Currently residing in Phoenix, AZ with her husband Shawn and their two golden retrievers, Boomer and Sookie, the duo find any excuse to enjoy the weather (when it's permitted), and you can often find the them scuba diving (their favorite place is the Florida Keys), hiking, visiting one of the many beautiful lakes Arizona has to offer or finding winding, dirt roads to discover. Unfortunately, it's not all fun and games. A good chunk of Acacia's time is taken up to complete her Bachelors in Business Management at Grand Canyon University - although procrastination does ensue.

In her writing adventures, Acacia hopes that one day her stories may inspire others to follow their dreams - no matter how crazy they may seem.







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Cover Reveal The Renaissance Club by Rachel Dacus




The Renaissance Club
Rachel Dacus

Fiery Seas Publishing

January 16, 2018

Genre: Time Travel Romance

May Gold, college adjunct, often dreams about the subject of her master’s thesis - Gianlorenzo Bernini. In her fantasies she’s in his arms, the wildly adored partner of the man who invented the Baroque.

But in reality, May has just landed in Rome with her teaching colleagues and older boyfriend who is paying her way. She yearns to unleash her passion and creative spirit, and when the floor under the gilded dome of St Peter’s basilica rocks under her feet, she gets her chance. Walking through the veil that appears, she finds herself in the year 1624, staring straight into Bernini’s eyes. Their immediate and powerful attraction grows throughout May’s tour of Italy. And as she continues to meet her ethereal partner, even for brief snatches of time, her creativity and confidence blossom. All the doorways to happiness seem blocked for May-all except the shimmering doorway to Bernini’s world.

May has to choose: stay in her safe but stagnant existence, or take a risk. Will May’s adventure in time ruin her life or lead to a magical new one?

About the Author:

Rachel Dacus is the daughter of a bipolar rocket engineer who blew up a number of missiles during the race-to-space 1950’s. He was also an accomplished painter. Rachel studied at UC Berkeley and has remained in the San Francisco area. Her most recent book, Gods of Water and Air, combines poetry, prose, and a short play on the afterlife of dogs. Other poetry books are Earth Lessons and Femme au Chapeau.

Her interest in Italy was ignited by a course and tour on the Italian Renaissance. She’s been hooked on Italy ever since. Her essay “Venice and the Passion to Nurture” was anthologized in Italy, A Love Story: Women Write About the Italian Experience. When not writing, she raises funds for nonprofit causes and takes walks with her Silky Terrier. She blogs at Rocket Kid Writing.





Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Passing Strange: The Well by P.W. Creighton






Passing Strange: The Well
Passing Strange
Book One
P.W. Creighton

Genre: YA, Mystery-Horror-Suspense

Date of Publication: Sept 2, 2017

ISBN: 978-1522029151
ASIN: B075BJJ1S7

Number of pages: 220 Digital/ 303 Print

Word Count: 54730

Cover Artist: For The Muse Designs

Tagline: Parrish Cove Secrets Run Deep...

Book Description:

For Fourteen-year-old Aidan Reynolds, the archaeological dig at the Parrish Cove historical society is the only thing making the summer interesting.

That is until he meets Maddie, an unusual girl who has just moved to town and is convinced that there is more to the local legends surrounding the historical society than even he knows.  

While Aidan may not believe her, the strange artifacts that are recovered from the dig force them into exploring the dark, twisted history of Parrish Cove and its strange doctor...a man who vanished over a century ago.

Together, they uncover a town secret that has been forgotten for centuries, and discover that there are some things that should stay buried.


Excerpt:

…The officer started us back into the plaza at a rapid walk. His clomping steps on the brick walkway, and the heavy jingling of his belt gave an air of strength. Although Maddie was glued to my side, I could feel her gaining confidence with each step. We were probably running from a dog again.
“Here,” I said, and started us back down the alley past the Custom House.
“Did you see the animal?” The officer asked.
“Yeah,” Maddie responded.
“No,” I corrected with glance at her. “It was fast.”
The officer clicked on his huge flashlight, casting a blinding light down the alley ahead of us. He quickly turned the light down the side alleys as we passed them to check for motion. It only lasted a moment before he swept the back ahead of us over the dumpsters and piles of cardboard lining the alley. The beam was so bright that it was possible to illuminate the brick walls on both sides.
Everything changed the moment we emerged into the park.


About the Author:

Born in California, he has spent most of his life traveling throughout the US. Drawing inspiration from his many adventures, turning that strange reality into fiction.

Over the years, he has found himself in many unusual situations, ranging from hanging off an 80 foot cliff-face in New York, to sailing off the coast of Salem, Massachusetts. He has hosted archaeological excavations, and have even reported from the middle of a police stand-off.

When a teacher asked him in the second grade what he wanted to be when he grew up, he didn't have an answer. To be honest, he still doesn't know. He just lets his characters make that decision.






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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Character Backstory- The Night of Elisa by Isis Sousa



Elisa da Cunha Domingos: A Character’s backstory

The lead female character on The Night of Elisa. In the book, she is introduced as “an unknown lady” when she is found unconscious in the woods, in the world of Duskland. As other figures of Classic Gothic Literature, Elisa progress through the story with the help of supporting characters. 
Background

Childhood: Elisa was born in São Paulo, the ‘Metropololis of Coffee’, in the Republic of the United States of Brazil. Daughter of a Baron, her family enjoyed a privileged position in the society. Elisa’s mother was an extraordinary woman for her time. Even though she dedicated her full time to her household, husband and only child, she was very literate and taught Elisa to read and write at the early age of four. She died when Elisa was seven.

Adult life: Elisa and her father moved to England, to a fictional town called saint Edwidge’s Hills, a day’s travel from London. The Baron became the responsible for negotiating the expansion of São Paulo Railway’s new line for the local government in São Paulo with the suppliers in London and was there most of the time. There he also found a suitable husband to take Elisa’s hand.

What happens to the young lady after that? You will discover in the book :-)

The Night of Elisa
Illustrated Gothic Novel
Book One
Isis Sousa

Genre: Gothic, Paranormal, Horror

Publisher: Tragic Books

Date of Publication: February 2016

ISBN: 9781519169945
ISBN: 9781367510418
ASIN: B00LMM3CMI

Number of pages: 220
Word Count: 60k words + illustrations

Cover Artist: Isis Sousa

~ The Corpse Bride meets Penny Dreadful ~

Book Description:

"Sometimes, life and love can follow the most obscure paths, just as they did for Elisa."

Her life becomes a dark, cold, lonely cage the day the devil takes her as his wife. He robs her of almost everything she holds dear: her health, her wealth and what is left of her family.

Trapped between the nuances of life and beyond-life, Elisa finds herself struggling for a better tomorrow. With her health deteriorating, how will she summon the courage and strength to stand her ground? And how far will she go in the pursuit of a dream?

Embark with Elisa on this puzzling Gothic adventure set in the late Victorian era, between the world of the Living and the picturesque, melancholic Duskland.

~~~~~

The Night of Elisa is first and furthermost Victorian Gothic, but can also fit within other genres such as Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Mystery and Occult.

Parental guidance: for 16+ Contains blood, nudity and dark themes.


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Excerpt from Chapter 1

‘Elisa’ woke up slowly on the crimson pillows of the adorned wooden couch. Her vision was blurry and her head was spinning. How is this possible? Her heavy eyes resisted her will to see the world, yet little by little the figure of a gentleman formed, sitting on a chair by her side. He was a tall, slender, slightly athletic type of man, well-dressed and, she could tell, of noble manners. He had pale skin, a sculpted nose and a wide forehead embraced by fiery curls.
“W... where am I? What happened?”
“You are safe in my house.” His voice was calm, poised and sounded somehow familiar. There was a long pause. “I don’t know what happened to you, but hopefully we are going to find out...”
He looked at her intently. She was weak, slightly frightened and her countenance was as delicate as a white rose. Her hair had a mahogany nuance and was curled and tied back. She was dressed in a fine, dark violet dress and boots. Her grey eyes, as beautiful as the sea on a stormy day, were wide open and her voice was pleasant to the ear, like a mermaid’s song.
“I found you hurt in the woods last evening and brought you here. You’ve been mostly asleep since then. I’m glad you woke up.” A slight smile formed on his face as he devoured her neck with his eyes.
‘Elisa’ was reading the large room, looking at the faded colors of the wooden ceiling and walls. The fancy furniture, ornaments and expensive portraits were all covered with a thin layer of dust, but were otherwise in perfect order. The house was as old as everything inside. It had the smell of the past.
In a long moment of complete silence they could hear each other’s breath. Slowly and carefully she sat up in the middle of the couch, without deviating from the stranger’s grim, blue eyes. She looked up at the second floor and spotted a taller figure standing in the darkness. She thought he looked as obscure as a ghost. Who is that strange man watching us? She looked back at Leonhard, who was also staring at the figure.
“What is your name, sir?”
“I’m Leonhard, madame. What is your name?” He turned his gaze back to the fragile and confused lady. When his eyes met hers he almost stopped breathing, as if he had seen the eyes of an angel.
“I can’t remember... I can’t remember anything!” ‘Elisa’ rubbed her eyes, frustrated. “Who is that man upstairs?”
The figure drew closer to the polished handrail. He was a thin man in his mid-fifties, with bits of grey hair and a pale countenance, dressed in a suit jacket. He looked down at her for a second, examining her, and then he walked away hurriedly like the devil escaping from the cross.
“That is Dr. Charles,” Leonhard said, interrupting the moment of silence. “He medicated you when I brought you home. He is... not much used to foreigners. We share this house since neither of us has a family. He will get used to you, I hope.”
‘Elisa’ gave Leonhard a weak smile. She was obviously uncomfortable and becoming more and more impatient. Where am I? What happened to me? Who are these people? I need to find a way to get out of here! She crossed her arms, twisted her lips and looked around the finely arranged living room, thinking a thousand things at once.
Leonhard could hear, feel that her heartbeat was accelerating. He was growing impatient, wondering what sorts of things were passing through her head. Many questions appeared in the corners of his mind too.
Just as he was about to speak, the young lady extended her silky hand to him. She was hesitant but gathered enough courage to look deep into his eyes. 
“Can you take me somewhere open... sir? I just need... some fresh air.”
Leonhard was hesitant. He was sure she needed more rest; after all she had been through since he found her it was hard to believe she felt well now. Dr. Charles, you are amazing! What kind of miraculous drug did you give to her? Leonhard wanted to protect and take care of her, hold her... He felt the urge to reach for her neck. Old habits die hard! Hold yourself, Leonhard! Concerned as he was, he thought some fresh air would indeed do her good, and it was better for him to go and watch out for her.
“Do you want something to eat first?”
“No! Sorry, sir! I have no appetite. Please...” There was a note of desperation in her voice.
“You need to drink some water. It’s important for your health. I will bring a glass for you and then I can show you my garden.”
“Thank you so much for your kindness!” Why do I have the impression that deep inside every kind man there is a fearsome demon? I need to keep calm or I will ruin everything.
Leonhard sensed she was afraid. Perhaps she might run, escape. But escape from what? Does she see me as a threat? He came back from the kitchen with a glass of fresh water.
Once she had finished drinking he put the glass on a nearby sideboard. He took her delicate hand gently under his left arm and they walked slowly, through the main doorway and out into the well-maintained garden. ‘Elisa’ was secretly grateful that the gentleman was helping her walk so she wouldn’t crumble.

The plants had been grown in geometric patterns. The bigger bushes were rounded and the smaller ones were cut flat on the top and sides, forming natural fences alongside the pathways. There were many different flowers, but all were shades of purple, white and crimson. A big fountain stood in the center of the garden and a couple of smaller ones aligned with it towards the garden’s edges. Each of the fountains was topped with a sculpture of a nude dancing angel. There was the smell of grass, flowers and afternoon, and the sunset was glooming on the horizon, as it mostly does in Duskland.




About the Author:

I am an artist, illustrator and graphic designer who writes on my free time. But with all the imagination I have running lose, there came some stories… And there came some books!

I am born and grown up in Brazil, however I live in Mid-Norway with my beloved husband, in a tiny valley surrounded by mountains and with very few neighbours.

When I’m not doing artwork and illustration for clients, I’m doing woodcarving, painting ornaments, painting artworks for myself, and so on. Love Arts, History, Heavy Metal and Dark things.








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Days Without Honor by Jamel Gross




Days Without Honor
Jamel Gross

Genre: Poetry

Publisher: Book Venture Publishing LLC

Date of Publication: March 2017

ISBN: 978-1-946735-15-7

Number of pages: 62 pages

Book Description:

This book represent a piece of me in my quest for what inspires me, it could be the beach or reading about different authors in their lively work these are also through my experiences with the things I experienced in life.

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When rooms fill
Wait, will bones disappear?
Time has no answer
Can we fill a spot?
Can I borrow my love?
When skulls awake
Spill the dream like
Love
Have no warning
Pretty tomorrow
When blood needs
Sand can’t fill
My bones
Wish U were here
Let’s wake a while
The plane 2 Clayville
Storms of season
Remain like fruit

Eaten by hate


About the Author:

On a relaxing day. I enjoy a good book to start the day. I hope everyone has an opportunity to pursue their dreams in life... Also I like to take time and enjoy life. Sometimes things aren’t as promised, never take loved ones for granted, spending time with family and friends. The Drive is the most intoxicating force.

Sometimes I feel as if I’m on a mission. Pray for World Peace and the lives that were lost???

As a writer, I find people fascinating. It is only the beginning until the clock is up. Precious time, precious few. Make time and savor the moment let no obstacles come between you and the gift... A little robust, a good jolt to start the day.

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