Monthly Archives: August 2014

Random Scene Writing: Fantasy Piece with a Buddy

The endless recreation of life had become a means of ebb and flow for those involved, their ways becoming less than synchronized, the methods sloppy, lazy, dilapidated. In their error, a few began to slip through the strands of time with echoes of a life lived, memories staining the newness of their existence. She’d become so very good at leaving clues in each existence, means to find her way back to him and he would always be there – waiting. It was an atrocity against the staunchest of rules, a break in the system that could cause the devolution of their way of life and yet for the treasure she held deep in her bosom, nothing was too much.

“You do know that he’s looking for the book…” his voice was soft and entirely too close to her as she looked out from the heaven’s, the earth’s majesty but a blur of sky, sea and land. At any moment she could focus and find what she was looking for, who she was seeking, but his presence caused her to feel tense and uncomfortable.

“That is because he does not understand that she will come back to him again. He believes her dead for good this time.” Iana turned and moved around him, his figure towering above her own.

“And tell me what you intend to do about it, Iana.” He reached out and his shadow like fingers raced through her long silver hair, her black eyes staring straight ahead as she moved toward a large glass containment cell in the middle of the room.

She spoke not, but reached out and pressed her palm to the cold icy surface, a beautiful woman inside. She was petite and blonde with shapely arms and legs extended in the air as her body rested in the frozen water of Kamerin. The expression on the young woman’s face was serene, as if life were peaceful and she was resting in its embrace, undetailed by the angst of the human world. And in truth, she was. Though if the beautiful creature understood the occurrences that landed her here, what the future held and even more so, what it didn’t, the serenity would melt and all manner of horrid emotion would paint her scape.

“I’ve already done it. Don’t badger me with questions that hold obvious answers, Seriel. He will not find the book and he will not find her again. I’ve learned my lesson and I’ve paid my penitence for the sins of the past. I want to be done with this and if it means locking him into one of these prisons that I may gaze upon them both and finally procure rest – so be it.” She walked from the room, her strength gone, her heart numb as it had been for so many years.

The sound of her master snickering only fueled her willingness to do anything to bring an end to the cycle. Her body slowly began to melt, like water droplets racing down her beautiful face, faster and faster, heavier and heavier they pulled at her until her appearance was that of the young girls, an exact replica gazing back at her in the looking glass. She wanted to smile wickedly at her own ability, but she had nothing left emotionally to give to this woman – to this man – to the ruination of her life and subsequently, her world.

Locke would recognize her as he always had, but this time, the cycle would be broken.

She had no choice but to play the role given her and bring him into the depth of the darkness in search of the Book of Esaph She would offer him a deal and have him believe that his dead beloved, risen yet again, was going to assist him in finding it, but in the end, finality would have its way with them both. She touched her chest and felt a slight tremor in her soul. The beautiful heart-shaped necklace that he’d given her on the last day they’d held each other in each life was the only token she kept of memories best left dead.



Updated my website via GoDaddy

I seriously keep coming across things on my to-do list that have absolutely nothing to do with writing my next book and everything to do with being a publicist. *friendly growl*

That being said, I just finished up constructing my website, which is hosted by GoDaddy. It was easy and fun once I got the hang of it, and within an hour I had something I’m quite proud of.

I can totally see why authors, especially self-publishing authors become good speakers. We have to be authors, editors, publishers and promoters. Crazy skill set that I might have once this is all said and done.

It’s been a weird day, but I’ll save that for another post. Today… I celebrate the book being released yesterday and point you to my website to see what you think.


Tell me your thoughts??? 

I’m off to finish creating paraphernalia… Anyone need a part-time job?


Oh the joy of paraphernalia…

In getting ready for the Texas Teen Festival, I contracted my graphic designer guy (from 99Design – questions? Ask… I love those guys) to work on a bookmark and a postcard to represent my debut novel, “Deceived”. I have the proofs below and am getting excited at the thought of going to the event. I figure these things could be handed out everywhere or anywhere really, just depends on having nerves of steel I suppose. 

“Hi, I don’t know you from Adam, but here’s a bookmark. Go read my book?” *Cheesy, creeptastic grin*

No? Well, I digress. 

What do you think and do you think T-shirts are a good idea for the festival? I can’t sell the books at the table, so I feel like I need something other than handouts, but maybe not.



Deceived Bookmark Draft        Postcard Draft

Deceived Preview: Chapter One

Well… I’m sitting on the precipice of hitting submit for the various uploads I’ve created for my first YA novel and thought it would be fun to put chapter one on here so that anyone interested can get a sneak peek.

Hope you guys are doing great and I’ll upload widgets tomorrow to where the book can be purchased if you’re interested. 🙂


Part I: The Broken Life

In a battle of wills,

of the gods of old.

For each his revenge,

will he forfeit his soul.

On the chess board of blood,

will their narrative play.

aged, innocent lives,

revenge claims her way.

Out of hate will come love,

and love will come hate.

For immortal and man,

have entwined their damned fate.



Chapter One

There was no moving in the moment. Her body afforded her no such luxury as swirling white mist covered the soft, green grass, giving her an ethereal appearance. Crimson danced against the golden sky as the evening moved in quickly, hoping to make way for its dark lover. Samantha gazed about her, trying to make sense of the familiarity she held with her settings, but failed to render her conscious with remembrance. The soft crunch of grass moving changed everything as realization dawned – she was no longer alone.

Her dark sapphire eyes narrowed, brow creasing as a figure cut through the dense, chalky air. He towered over her by a head or two and judging by the large expanse of his shoulders he oftentimes left the gym stained in his scent. As his shape continued to gain clarity from color and size to defined lines of a life well lived, the swell of anticipation grew at the story his facial features might tell.

As he drew close enough for focus, her jaw slacked and her eyes widened with wonder. He was for all intents and purposes a teenager, and yet by his exotic appearance, she guessed him to be a foreigner. Wherever he was from, he was simply beautiful. He stopped just before her, his gaze locked on hers, and try though she may words escaped her cry for assistance. His piercing jade eyes bore into her, dark orange rays stretching lazily from the iris, his skin seeming to glitter as if kissed by the sun.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

“For me?” Sam blinked in surprise, taking a hesitant step back.

“Ah, Samantha,” he breathed out, his brow creasing ever so slightly. “Same questions every time, my love. Shall I give you the same answers?”

“W-what a-answers?” She shook her head, attempting to draw in a breath that wasn’t filled with the smell of pure male.

There would be no relaxing in front of him for something was so very familiar and yet alarming to all of her protective senses. Brick by brick, her heart constructed a thick wall that would promise protection. He took a step forward and reached for her hand, but was a bit too late to infiltrate her senses as the wall was up and impenetrable.

She exhaled softly as their skin connected and instinctively let her fingers wrap around his as a sign of friendship. The warmth of his touch sent tingles racing along the corridors of her body and yet still the cold loneliness remained because she demanded it so. No one would ever penetrate her defenses again. Self-preservation had become her lifelong companion simply because life required such company. The momentary experience of loneness brought back her first memories of white-washed walls at the orphanage and the feelings of abandonment, leaving her empty, a wasteland of hopes and dreams.

“Still not ready to let me reach your heart are you, Samantha? I’ve yet to find you, my love.” His voice was airy, but deep; like resounding thunder after a storm.

“What do you mean, ‘your love’?” Sam retorted, pulling her hand from his and placing them both firmly on her hips, her eyebrow lifting sharply, “and it’s Sam by the way. No one gave you permission to use my full name.”

Her full name held to many memories to a life that she’d rather forget ever existed. Only a few days old, her mother had left her in a shopping cart wrapped in a dirty yellow blanket. She hadn’t even given her a name. The people in the front office at the orphanage had to name her and just happened to be watching “Bewitched” at the time. She was abandoned in the world on top of having her identity aligned to a worn-out witch on a sitcom. The nickname, “Sam,” would have to do until she was old enough to have it changed.

“Of course, Sam. I’m sorry. You look beautiful. That shade of lavender against your soft skin and beautiful blue eyes reminds me of the essence of color that lingers in the sky just before twilight. You’re such a rare beauty and you’re all…all…” He stopped suddenly.

Wow, a stutter, go figure. At least he’s not perfect. Besides, when you look that good, who cares what’s coming out of your mouth? Sam caught herself before she chuckled out loud.

“You’re all what?” Sam asked, like a chicken with its feathers ruffled.

“And you are allllll-ways beautiful.”

“Thanks, I guess.” She started to relax a little, or at least let it appear as such. “Where are we and who are you?”

Not having focused much on herself, she glanced down to inspect what the boy before her was staring so intently at. Her breath caught in her chest due to the revealing purple ball gown that hugged the curves of her athletic body and created a seductive cleavage. The dress’s hem skimmed the ground as shiny black shoes peeked out from underneath.

Sam reached up to touch her hair and noticed that it wasn’t hanging down long and straight on her shoulders in her usual style. Instead, to her surprise, it was wound tightly in a bun, stray pieces caressing her neck.

What the… I’ve lost it and now I’m standing in a grass field in prom attire with People’s sexiest man of the year.

“I’m Marcus. Marcus Greco and you know me, Sam. You visit my dreams quite often, but not often enough.” He shrugged and turned away from her, continuing to speak over his shoulder. “You and I have spent many nights tucked away here and when you go I search for you endlessly.”

Sam inhaled, flooding her senses with the musky tones of his cologne.

Hello, hormones.

“So, you’re the reason I’m in this itchy dress?”

“Guilty as charged.” He stopped briefly to glance over his shoulder, a smile touching his mouth. Sam was certain she’d heard heaven and hell applauding at the beauty that was Marcus.

“Sounds fun,” she said, a bit dazed.

“So, what do you want to do tonight? Dream up your best and let’s have a good time.”

Becoming more comfortable with the fact that she’d slipped into the world of fantasy, Sam decided to test the proverbial waters. She allowed herself the pleasure of engraving him into her memory first. Her eyes moved from his handsome face to his muscular chest, thick arms, narrow hips, and solid legs, finishing with his decadent mouth. A soft gasp left his lips, quickly confirmed by the shocked look on his face.

“Sam, what are you doing?” He moved a step closer, his voice questioning.

“Most teenagers in this era call it ‘checking you out.’ Which I have to admit is like going to the candy store. Such a treat.” She looked up into his eyes.

“Let it leave your lips, Samantha, say it. Tell me you know me. That you’ve missed me,” Marcus whispered. “Say it…. Come on, Sam…”

He reached for her hand, but she backed up, her desire turning into something bordering apprehension. Her internal struggle waged it’s all too familiar war as Marcus’s expression changed from one of desire to concern.

“Why do I have the extreme desire to touch you, to know you? Why do I feel that maybe I’ve already done both?” She glanced up as Marcus moved away, his shoulders sagging a bit.

“I’m sorry, Samantha, that was too forward. I just miss you so much.” His gaze lowered to the ground, as if he were a scalded puppy.

“Walk away, Sam.” A voice as warm as the summer sun caressed her from behind as the wind picked up, circling her body. It was full of excitement and comfort and it reminded her of someone. Someone she loved. Someone she needed and belonged to. And yet she didn’t belong to anyone… Did she? Her head turned slightly to let the words brush along the softness of her cheek.

“What is it?” Marcus demanded, walking toward her, his eyes swirling with mixed emotions. “What did he say?”

Until then, Sam hadn’t realized she’d been slowly backing up, walking farther and farther away from him. Confusion beat against her and beads of sweat formed near her brow.

Her legs refused to obey her silent command. Half of her heart longed to return to Marcus and the other half demanded she run free toward someone far more exhilarating. Her soul wept as the fleeing half of her persona won and she ran hard and fast until she could no longer see him.


The loud masculine voice resounded in the waking world, pulling her from a fitful sleep. Her body jerked upward, drenched in sweat; her heart determined to race its way out of her chest. A network of goose bumps laid claim to her skin as she shivered against the cold air of her dark room.

To no avail she tried recalling the details of her dream in hopes of shedding some light on whose scream had woken her. Exhausted and filled with angst, she flopped back onto her bed and rolled onto her side, succumbing to a restless sleep, the dream a vapor in the ether.

WIP: Shallow Water

The title of the novel is Shallow Water:

Rachel Hampshire has always been on the outside looking it, never belonging in a way that gave her center stage, but all that changes when Zek comes to town. He’s everything that she has always wanted to be and for once in her life fate seems to be taking notice of her existence.

 Everyone’s focused on Zek, and yet he only remains enamored with Rachel. Against the advice of her friends and family she moves with the nudges and suggestions of her new beau, becoming someone that has everything and ignoring the mounting costs associated with such success.

Perhaps Zek is not who he appears to be and just maybe fate had nothing to do with the new life given this lucky girl. Forces greater than she can image are at play just beyond what her eye can see… the question is – will she survive her rise to the top?


Shallow Water



Texas Teen Book Festival – Here I come!

So after researching the various mediums by which I can make my book known, I stumbled accross the Texas Teen Book Festival. I live in Houston and it’s in Austin, about 3 hours down the road. Austin is our eclectic beloved capital and any reason to visit is a good reason to me. Can someone say, “donut food truck”? *drools*

The festival has already closed down its selections for featured authors, but the exhibition tables were still open for purchase. Seeing that I’m not afraid to speak to a boat-load of strangers and have a rather annoyingly extroverted personality, this event is perfect for me.

I plan to cheat a little and take with me my oldest daughter and a few of her extroverted, book-loving friends to help me promote the book. I have in my mind that I’ll take bookmarks, small info cards, candy, copies of the book for the display, and perhaps have some t-shirts made.

The only draw back – can’t sell the books unless you were pre-chosen. 😦

Have any of you guys been to an expo or festival as an exhibitor and if so, what did you have on your table?

I’m sure I’m missing something that could help me out, so give me your thoughts.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO tired and yet über excited.


Createspace – Paperback submission done!

In the insanity I label as brilliance, I realized that I needed to go ahead and work on getting my paperback version of Deceived uploaded to Createspace so that I could spend some time working on the formatting and perhaps even review a physical copy before my Aug 31st release date.

Although the createspace website is uber helpful and walks you through every step of the process, I am a hater of Microsoft Word (namely because of my own ineptness), and spent a lot of time yesterday reloading various files to get this page tweaked or that page tweaked.

The cool thing is that by Tuesday this week I’ll have 2 copies of the book in my hand! One of course to check every page for formatting errors that yours truly made, and the other for my momma, who would beat me if I didn’t give her a first edition – mistakes and all.

With that item checked off my list for now, I’m onto trying to discern which book bloggers to contact to see if I could guest blog, share a copy of my book and get a possible review. I found about 40 that I liked the other day that were taking submissions, and I’ve used excel (YAY CPA Stuff!!) to create a tracking log, focusing on the blogger sites that have the most hits, followers and who love the genre I’m writing in.


For all my new writer friends out there – what did you do to promote your book and how did it work out for you?


Hope your Sunday is fantastical and restful!


Random Scene Writing: Redemption

“Hold on, don’t let go.” He grunted, realizing he was losing his grip. The edge of the building he was hanging off of was more than twenty stories high.

Why did she do this? After all I have done for her? To leave me again.

The rain had begun to pick up and he struggled just to hold himself up, much less maintain his grip on her. But he couldn’t let go, no he wouldn’t let go, never.

“Just let go. You can’t hold onto me forever, Nathaniel.” She smiled. Her face showed no fear, but her eyes told a story of regret.

“No,” he screamed. “No, I won’t let go, I can’t. Just hold on to me and I’ll pull us up.”

His grip slipped again and he cursed under his breath. He flung his head back and screamed to the sky, “Where are you? Help me, if you’ve ever given a damn, help me know.” He knew he was skating on thin ice by flinging such an insult toward heaven’s majesty, but he was running out of options.

I know we are at odds right now, but surely my prayers will be heard. I’ve done so much for you father. Surely you’ll answer, and let me save her this time.

He looked down into her eyes and she smiled again. “Always on your timing Nate, but He never left you. You left him. It’s time for me to go.” She twisted her hand and he screamed again, tightening his grip.

“I can get us both out of this. I can pull us up, there is still a chance; I can save us.” His heart felt as if it might explode.

“You can’t save me or yourself Nate, only He can save. Goodbye, Brother.”

She closed her eyes and jerked back hard.

“No,” Nathaniel screamed as she slipped out of his grip and plummeting twenty-five stories to her death. His heart exploded in his chest and ceased to beat. The grief was overwhelming.

He closed his eyes and tried to pull his own hand away from the ledge, but his fingers wouldn’t obey his command. He wanted to taste death, to meet her head on and feast on her promises.

“Is death so sweet you’d deny me release?” Nathaniel yelled at that the sky. The heavens responded by illuminating its breadth with shards of lightening and a great boom of thunder. Nathaniel closed his eyes to protect them from the radiance of heaven’s response.

“How dare you,” was the last thing Nathaniel heard before the warmth of the lightening penetrated his chest.