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Sunday, July 31, 2016

It's Alive!! (And I don't mean Frankenstein)

Have you ever fallen in love with a book character? Well, not literally, of course (though if you have, I promise not to judge). Sometimes we really connect with book characters, to the point where we wish they were real. We want to keep learning about them and follow their lives even after the story we’re reading has ended. For those of us who are writers, that connection can be pretty strong. Partly because our characters are in some way an outpouring of ourselves, but also because we have to work so hard to get behind their eyes…to feel what they feel, examine their thoughts, dreams, and motivations. We experience both their joy and their suffering, else we could not adequately express it to our readers.

Sometimes our characters surprise us, too. We expect them to go in one direction, yet they go off in another. The harder we try to rein them in to fit our vision, the more they fight us until we must either strip away their newfound will (which typically results in dull, lifeless characters), or give in and let them take the lead. Characters can take their writers on adventures too, and we end up places we never anticipated.

Such is the case with Einar from my book series. He did not exist anywhere in the back stories I had saved from my roleplaying days. He was a brand new character, dreamed up just for Journey to Aviad; written to serve the larger plot, and only intended to play a minor role. He was bitter and disillusioned, yet still retained a broken sense of honor. In my early notes for the book, Einar truly was a renegade, and not an especially predictable or trustworthy one. He would help Elowyn because it suited his purpose, but he would just as easily have sold her out if by doing so he could win his own cause. But that’s not where Einar ended up once the writing began, and I’m glad of it. Moment by moment, Einar showed me who he wanted to be, and who he was destined to become as the story unfolded. He showed me all his past scars, his present pain, and the silent inner hope he still managed to cling to in spite of all that. In the end, Einar became far more than just a cog in the wheel driving my plot forward. He became real.

I wasn’t surprised when Journey to Aviad readers kept asking me, “What happened to Einar? Is he coming back?” He made a connection with them too. And though for many reasons he couldn’t have a role in Ancient Voices, I desperately wanted to continue his story, not just for my sake, or to satisfy reader curiosity, but for his sake as well. He deserved more. So when I was asked to write a novella that could be included in a charity book (coming out next year), I saw it as my best opportunity.Into the Shadow Wood is that novella, and I’m incredibly excited that it is finally ready for release this coming Tuesday! Once again, Einar took me places through the writing process where I never intended him to go, and yet they suited him perfectly. Readers will be happy to know that Einar’s story has finally been given some closure, but it is far from over. He will be back again, and no doubt his journey will keep surprising me. I can’t wait to find out what happens next.



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Saturday, July 30, 2016

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Friday, July 29, 2016

Author Spotlight: The Bow of Destiny by P.H. Solomon | Renee Writes

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Welcome to another Friday Author Spotlight! This week I have P.H. Solomon with his book, The Bow of Destiny.

P. H. Solomon lives in the greater Birmingham, AL area where he strongly dislikes yard work and sanding the deck rail. However, he performs these duties to maintain a nice home for his loved ones as well as the family’s German Shepherds. In his spare time, P. H. rides herd as a Computer Whisperer on large computers called servers (harmonica not required). Additionally, he enjoys reading, running, most sports and fantasy football. Having a degree in Anthropology, he also has a wide array of more “serious” interests in addition to working regularly to hone his writing. The Bow of Destiny is his first novel-length title with more soon to come.


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Haunted by his past. Hunted in the present. Uncertain what is real.

Athson has seen things that aren’t there and suffered fits since being tragically orphaned as a child at the hands of trolls and Corgren the wizard. When a strange will mentioning a mysterious bow comes into his possession, he’s not sure it’s real. But the trolls that soon pursue him are all too real and dangerous. And what’s worse, these raiders serve Corgren and his master, the hidden dragon, Magdronu, who are responsible for the destruction of his childhood home. Athson is drawn into a quest for the concealed Bow of Hart by the mystic Withling, Hastra, but Athson isn’t always sure what’s real and who his enemies are. With Corgren and Magdronu involved, Athson must face not only frequent danger but his grasp on reality and the reasons behind his tragic past.


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He struggles to breathe. Trolls stab helpless villagers through sliding curtains of choking smoke and raging flame. Dying children wail as mocking slayers howl. The violence fades into darkness. He flails and fears he lies in a grave yet finds emptiness instead of dirt.

Silver light rises and Eagle’s Aerie soars beneath the moon. Athson climbs the weather-worn stair and scraps his hands as he gains speed. The rock-face blurs as Athson swoops onto the pinnacle towering over the ocean, stands where no one ever has, sees what has been hidden.

Athson pauses and then floats toward a voice murmuring by a swaying flame within a shadowed crevice.

A silhouette kneels and rocks, dark against the fire beyond it. A woman’s uneven voice chants:

“The bow shall be hidden from heart…”

The swaying speaker feeds wood into the fire. Sparks snap from the coals and whirl amid the orange-blue tongues. An arc forms in the smoke and fades into the stars.

“The eagle will guide the heir…”

An eagle’s scream pierces the night wind.

“The bow shall be found at need…”

Wrinkled hands tie a wad of cloth with string – a bowstring.

“And the arrow shall Eloch prepare.”

A shooting star streaks across the horizon and drags Athson’s attention from the crouching figure before the popping fire.

The eagle screams again – louder and nearer.

The figure half-turns and tosses the packet at Athson’s feet. He stares at it, then back to the kneeling woman. Her face half-lit by the firelight reveals a pointy nose that overshadows her receding jaw. Grizzled wisps of gray hair wave in the wind. “For you who suffers in silence for a secret.”

Athson stoops and inspects the package. He unties the knot and pushes the string into a pocket. Within the cloth he finds a tattered note and more fabric he guesses is a pennant.

“Zelma’s done it.” She gazes skyward and raises her arms.

“Why more now when so much has been taken already? Why me?” His anger flares and he tosses the packet away. “This isn’t mine.” He whirls and stumbles into darkness.

“He needs to see.” The woman’s voice screeches and slices through whistling wind.

The eagle’s deafening scream stabs his awareness as immense wings snap like a clap of thunder. Talons tear clothing, pierce flesh and snatch Athson into the air. He dangles and kicks as he yells while silver landscape yawns beneath him.

The curious sound of joyous cackling trails into the distance.

Athson squeezes his eyes shut but dares squinting at the moonlit sky that stretches overhead. The land wheels as the eagle glides over earth mottled by shadow and pale light. The world unfolds as Athson glimpses far beyond the distant Drelkhaz Mountains to the far eastern shores of the great Endless Sea.

His vision focuses on an old woman as she rests by her campfire on an empty plain south of Auguron. She stirs from sleep and cocks her head as if listening. She gazes at Athson. His vision whirls away from her as she rises in her gray dress.

A beautiful young woman rides along a road beneath tufts of glowing clouds. Her braided hair dangles over her left shoulder and she wears pale leather armor and leggings made for dueling. The hilts of two of swords protrude above each of her shoulders. She brushes her face as if wiping away a tear.

Darkness descends over both Athson and the eagle. The giant bird glides in silence.

A knife glitters pale in the darkness. It slashes in a vicious arc and then pauses. Blood covers the weapon and drips from the tip. Athson shouts in dismay but wind thrusts it back into his mouth. His own Rokan dagger bought in a fit of anger when Sarneth withheld his father’s sword. The blood chills him worse than the wind or the eagle’s hold.

The eagle’s screech pierces his hearing and its wings drum thunder. Athson trembles as darkness recedes. The bracing wind slaps his face.

Shadowy wings ride wind from the south. The figure blots out stars as it swings north and glides on a shifting course. The eagle shrieks in defiance at the approaching beast. Fire belches amid an answering roar. Athson yells as the giant bird dives at the black shape. Ragged wings, so dark they drink moonlight, flutter against frigid air. Eagle and dragon glide and twist past each other.

The streaking shadow trails fire and a rotten stench. Athson struggles to name the creature until one thought flares: Magdronu.

The eagle dives. Athson flails his arms and legs as he screams.

And then the talons release him.

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Shadow Stalker Part 1 (Episodes 1 - 6) (Shadow Stalker Bundles)

"This is the first time I’ve read a serial and I didn’t know what to expect. I was pulled into the story right away. The pacing was cleverly crafted so that while the action had the pages turning, there was enough back story to keep you rooted in the plot."
~ Melissa Barker-Simpson, Author of the Morgan and Fairchild Series

"Scattergood's writing style is simple and straightforward and her characters very believable."
~ Grant Leishman, Author of Tortured Minds

"One of the best things about the series are the characters, who are human and sympathetic. The heroine is both a tough, capable young woman, and a naive and self-centered teenager; the tension between the two sides of her personality as she is suddenly forced to leave childhood behind and enter into adulthood is often well-captured, as is her ambivalent relationship with her foster father."
~ E.P. Clark, Author of The Zemnian Trilogy


The Hidden Truth (Episode 1)

A young shadow stalker is destined to enslave the people of the Serpent Isles, and the Galvadi Empire want this child of prophecy dead. Auren Trasks perfectly normal life is disrupted when the Galvadi invade, and she learns a startling secret about her past. A secret that will change her life forever.


The Delohi-Saqu's Fate (Episode 2)

Auren is being targeted by the Council of Elders, and the only one who could put an end to their corruption is her father. But leaving the Dark Isle would turn Kado against her.


Shadows' Betrayal (Episode 3)

After seeing the monster she will become, Auren swears not to leave the Dark Isle. Despite that, the elders are conspiring against her. To escape their scheming, she and Kado decide to explore the Dark Isle. But worse things await them in the forests.

Forbidden Love (Episode 4)

Kado and Auren survive a deadly storm, but when Auren is forbidden from pursuing love with another young shadow stalker, will it be enough to drive a wedge between her and her foster father?


Destiny Reconciled Part 1 (Episode 5)

Auren and Kado accept that they may not be able to avoid her leaving the Dark Isle. Now they have to prepare for that eventuality. Will the training be more than Auren can handle?


Destiny Reconciled Part 2 (Episode 6)

Cathnor has been arrested and is facing a death sentence. The Dark Isle is out of control, and Kado is the only one who can help his people. So he prepares Auren for the possibility that she may have to leave the Dark Isle without him and face her destiny alone, but can she leave him and do what must be done?

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Thursday, July 28, 2016

Blog Tour: Paladin (Graven Gods 1) By Angela Knight | Renee Writes

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Today I’m hosting a special guest, Angela Knight! She’s here to tell us about herself and the first book, Paladin, in her newest series Graven Gods. (It’s an erotic romance with fantasy undertones so it is only suitable for mature audiences, but I’ve taken extra care to make sure this post is PG.) Before we tell you more about the book, Angela is going to introduce herself.

I’ve been writing erotic romance since 1996, when my first novella appeared in Secrets Vol. 2. In June, 2004, Jane’s Warlord, my first novel, was published, followed by FOREVER KISS in July, 2004 the antho HOT BLOODED in September, and MASTER OF THE NIGHT in October. MASTER OF THE MOON, my next book, hit the USA Today list for three weeks, much to my amazement. Since then I’ve been writing like a lunatic and having a wonderful time.

I’ve been married to a wonderful man for more than twenty years now. He’s a senior investigator with our county sheriff’s office. As a result, I know an awful lot of cops, which is one reason I love putting police procedural elements in my fiction. I also spent ten years as a reporter, which gave me a collection of war stories you would not believe.

My husband Mike and I have one son, Anthony, who is in his twenties now.

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Struggling novelist Summer St. Clare can’t remember her murdered mother’s face, or most of her childhood before the age of twelve. The only constant in her life is Paladin, once her imaginary childhood friend, now the handsome detective of her urban fantasy series.

There’s nothing imaginary about Paladin now. Hot, seductive and dangerous, Paladin blurs the line between fantasy and reality. The passion Summer experiences in his arms makes her question what’s real — or whether she cares.

Someone else believes in Paladin, and he wants Summer dead. Her confusion mounts when she fights off five attackers with a display of dazzling martial arts skills she doesn’t remember acquiring. As she searches for answers and runs for her life, her dream lover becomes more real with every kiss.

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I picked the phone up and read a line at random. Murders, rapes and beatings battered his consciousness until he shuddered in revulsion.

The horror I’d — Paladin — had seen in the killer’s mind rushed back, black and awful. It’s not real, I told myself.

Myself wasn’t buying it. It had sure as hell felt real.

There’s something wrong with me. It’s not normal to feel this way about something I freakin’ made up.

I’d gone to writers’ conventions where other artists talked about their creative processes. Nobody else seemed to experience their fictional worlds as a splatter-punk flick. Yeah, they imagined the action in considerable detail, but not the way I did. They didn’t smell and taste the blood, or feel the anguish of innocent and hero.

Unfortunately, I knew no other way to work. If I wasn’t sane, there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it, short of turning myself in to the nearest shrink.

And I had no interest whatsoever in paying rent on a rubber room.

After feeding the cat, I spent the next couple of hours organizing stock and waiting on customers. One was Dave Stone, who came in to buy a pack of Magic the Gathering cards. He was looking for an Unwinding Clock to add to his collection. The teen usually bought a pack once or twice a month hoping to hit one that included whichever card he was currently looking for. There were thousands of Magic cards used as weapons in the game, and you never knew what you were going to get when you bought any given pack.

“One of these days, I’m going to collect an entire set of rare cards,” Dave said with a sigh, scratching Calliope under her chin as she purred in feline ecstasy. “Just as soon as I have a few thousand to spare.”

Collecting the really rare cards wasn’t cheap, though you could get a new pack for ten bucks. Dave worked at McDonald’s solely to fund his addiction to Magic and manga — Japanese comic books.

“I’m keeping an eye out for those foil cards you want,” I told him, then added impulsively, “Hey, what’s the deal with your mom? I swear to God, that woman acts like I terrify her.” I wouldn’t normally ask a question like that of a customer, but Dave and I had been friends since I’d opened the store.

“Probably has something to do with Paladin. Mom said just yesterday…” His eyes widened, and he got an odd look on his face, as if he’d just said something that would get him into trouble.

“Your mother reads my books?” I asked, surprised. I always figured she’d be more inclined to burn them, assuming you could actually burn an e-book.

“Uh… Yeah. I let her borrow my copies.” Hastily he added, “Hey, did I tell you I gave Paladin’s Favor five stars on Amazon? And not just because you’re my buddy, either. I enjoyed that book.”

“Really?” I asked, diverted. Authors are like new mothers — all you have to do to win our hearts is complement our babies.

“Really. Paladin’s seriously kickass.”

We spent the next ten minutes talking about the book. It was only after Dave left I wondered about his comment that his mother’s issues with me had something to do with Paladin. What the hell had he meant?

Huh. I’d have to harass him about that later. Speaking of Paladin… I picked up my phone again, planning to take a look at the copy I’d written.

“Meeeeoooooooow!” Calliope shoulder-checked my hand so hard, I dropped the cell, which clattered to the desktop and almost tumbled off before I caught it. The cat gave me a narrow-eyed glare as I put it back on the desk. Before I could look at the screen again, she planted a paw on my wrist in warning. Her claws were retracted, but judging by the look on her fuzzy face, she was ready to pop them like Wolverine.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was warning me off another foray into my book.

Deciding it was time for a mollifying feline bribe, I got a packet of cat treats out of the desk and fed her a couple. After a few more minutes scratching behind her ears while she purred like a Porche, I was no longer feeling masochistic enough for another PTSD flashback. When I picked up my phone again, it was to indulge in my favorite e-crack, Pinterest.

I found several shots of half-nekkid men to pin to my “Hero Inspiration” board, hunks who might make good characters if I ever got around to writing romances. Which exercise was actually just an excuse to ogle hot guys who made my girly bits tingle.

One advantage of being a novelist is you can use research as an excuse for just about anything.

By the time five o’clock rolled around, I still hadn’t edited any of the day’s pages. That was unusual for me. I’m one of those writers who has the most trouble with the first draft. Once that’s done, I can spend countless happy hours playing with sentences, cutting some, restructuring others, and creating pretty phrases to salt into my prose.

This time I was in no hurry to dive back into the psychic sewer of Paladin’s battle with Gerald.

Anyway, it was time to head for home and the Lois McMaster Bujold novel I was reading for the third time.

It was dark when I stepped out of the shop, purse flung over my shoulder, Calliope ghosting along at my heels like a fluffy shadow. “All things considered, it wasn’t that bad a day,” I told her as I led the way toward the Kia I’d left parked out in the middle of the lot, leaving nearer spots for the customers. Some of the older ladies find it painful to walk very far. “I got twenty pages written, and nobody cleaned out the shop while I was catatonic.”

Calliope opened her mouth to meow, then froze, her blue eyes going round in alarm. Hissing, she crouched, ears flattening as her tail bushed. I frowned down at her, which is why I didn’t immediately notice the shitstorm about to break on my hapless head.

“All right bitch, hand over the purse and maybe we won’t beat you to death.”

I jerked my head up, my heart diving for my sneakers as I realized I should’ve listened to Mary and bought a gun.

Make that an AK-47.

Five men ringed me in the darkness, eyes hard over nasty smiles, looking like the chorus line of America’s Most Wanted.

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Ancient Voices: Into the Depths (Wind Rider Chronicles Book 2)

The Kinship rides victorious into the small village of Minhaven, just in time to celebrate the Winter Festival. Their leader, Glak, brings with him both hope and spoils from battle, but also some distressing news. Though Minhaven's greatest threat has finally been defeated, a new one is emerging to take its place.

The enemy Glak describes has not been seen in hundreds of years, yet somehow it has been haunting Elowyn’s dreams. Has Braeden’s cruel reach followed her from Tyroc’s troubled borders into this remote wilderness? If so, there is no place left to run, and the Kinship is preparing to fight an enemy more sinister and powerful than they can possibly imagine.

Past becomes present, as prophecies long buried continue to emerge, revealing their truth to the coming generation. The Era of Peace has ended. The Era of Awakening has begun. While Morganne seeks guidance from the crumbling pages of ancient tomes, Elowyn tries to find her place within a community for the first time.

Despite the impending danger, Morganne and Elowyn decide to make their stand with the people of Minhaven. As they plunge into the depths of history, prophecy, the wilderness, love, fear, hope, faith…the girls begin to learn more about who they are, and who Aviad is calling them to be.

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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Goblin Horde: PokemonGo! Adventure time!



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Fantasy Art Wednesday | Allison D. Reid

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Welcome to another Fantasy Art Wednesday! Get inspired each week as fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.
This enchanting village seems like something you might stumble upon while lost in a deep forest, just as dark is descending, and you’ve given up all hope of finding your way out again. Otherwise everyone would know about it, and there is an undeniable secrecy about this place.
So the question is, who lives here? The warm lights and the beauty of the architecture seem welcoming enough, placed there by a race with obvious intelligence and skill. Could be elves I suppose, or fairies…but that’s a bit too predictable, don’t you think? This is fantasy, so your imagination’s the limit…
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Melkorka (The Kaelandur Series Book 1)

Branimir is a slave to the mighty Highborn. Unwittingly, his masters forge a copper dagger capable of destroying the Ash Tree. Drawn along on the quest to remedy the mistake of his masters, Branimir becomes the most unlikely of heroes in an inimical world of magic and mayhem.

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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Pretty Things (Grimm Chronicles Book 1)

When Maddie's father catches her with a boy, he hauls her into town in a pig wagon and finds her a husband. But Peter's cabin in the woods promises something very different than Maddie's happily ever after. 

Pretty Things, a retelling of "The Robber Bridegroom," is the first novella in the Grimm Chronicles series. Warning: not your granny's fairytales!


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Monday, July 25, 2016

Goblin Horde: Bertie Bott's Jelly Bean Challenge!



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Medieval Monday: The Peasant Home | Allison D. Reid

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It’s Tuesday, so I’m a day behind, but hopefully the adage “better late than never” applies and this post is worth waiting an extra day!
When we think of medieval building construction, our first thought is of castles, cathedrals, and the large, sturdy Tudor style structures. These types of buildings still remain today for us to look at and enjoy, even if only in video and photographs. But those were built by the well-to-do, and they were meant to last for a long period of time. However, this is not what the average person lived in, particularly in the early half of the Middle Ages. Peasant homes were far more temporary than what we’re accustomed to, and quite a bit less luxurious.
A standard home would have only one or two rooms with beaten earth floors, sometimes with an open breezeway in the middle. A larger structure might have a loft where people could sleep. Beds were nothing more than simple straw mats laid out on the floor–not especially soft or comfortable. But with space at a premium, mats could be taken up and moved out of the way during the daytime. Furniture was sparse; a trestle table which could be taken apart as needed, some benches for seating, and a couple of chests for clothes, linens, and anything else of value.
At the center of the home would be a hearth (basically a large stone slab) with an opening in the roof above it. Sometimes a hood came down from the ceiling to try to direct the smoke upward, or if there was a solid roof, openings under the eaves would draw out the smoke. Either way, a peasant cottage was a smoky place, so weather permitting, doors and windows were always flung wide open for ventilation.
Smoke was not the only strong smell to flush out. Crammed into a small peasant home would be not only the entire family, which could be quite extensive, but all of the family’s animals as well. If a cottage had two rooms, the animals would be kept in one, while the family lived together in the other. Animals were key to the family’s survival, so housing them with the family protected them from both weather and predators. Pests were a constant problem–it was difficult to keep out rodents and insects, since they were drawn to the thatch used for roofing, and there were no solid barriers to keep them out. Food would be hung from the ceiling in closed baskets in an attempt to keep these pests out of it.
Wattle and DaubThe cottages themselves were made with wattle and daub—basically woven sticks and a mud mixture. Walls were thin, drafty, flammable, and not especially secure. But they kept the elements out, and provided a place for the family to gather, sleep, eat meals, and store their few belongings.
The short video I’ve included this week is really fascinating…and a bit gross too…showing exactly how wattle and daub walls were constructed. At the end they might be given a lime wash for a white appearance, or they might just be left brown. I now have a much greater appreciation for what it took to make these simple homes, and just how hard life was for the average medieval peasant.


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The SECRET to SUCCESS!

When considering what I have accomplished in my lifetime, the secret to success has not changed. Relationships. The answer does not change when considering how to be successful in an online world of writers. You must be willing to form new, authentic relationships by embedding yourself into a community of writers, readers, and fans. In order to do this, you must escape your introverted world. This should not be too difficult, right? I mean, every story you tell requires a fundamental understanding of relationships. Be genuine. Be professional. Be YOU.Screen Shot 2015-12-09 at 2.47.39 PM

Relationships - whether friendships, partnerships, etc. - will be your ticket to effective networking, improving your craft, and learning about the complicated publishing industry. By supporting what other authors are doing, you will find many are more than willing to support what you are creating too.

The best way to build relationships is by joining a writing community. Some authors find groups in their local area who meet once or twice a month. Others engage in online communities through Goodreads, Facebook, or other social networks. You can learn more about the benefits of writing communities by checking out my video in this newsletter.
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Sunday, July 24, 2016

Goblin Horde: What's In Dad's Mouth Challenge



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Saturday, July 23, 2016

Saturday Sneak Peek: Shadow Stalker Episode 16 | Renee Writes

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I'm still trying to get work done on Episode 16. Over the last week I made a ton of changes to the last three episodes of Part 3. So I wanted to share a snippet from one of the newest chapters of Episode 16 that I wrote this week. Hope you enjoy!

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"Wait, are you saying our emperor has been a shadow stalker all this time?”
I motioned for Makari to take this one.
“He was born a shadow stalker, yes, but when he betrayed his own people he lost his power. He hasn't had his powers since he took people of the Serpent Isles to the Dark Isle, kidnapping their Foramar and killing many of the shadow stalkers in the process.”
The trooper glanced at Drevin, disgust etched in his features. “I have no love for the shadow stalkers,” he paused. “Sorry.”
“It's fine. You were raised to dislike the shadow stalkers and fear them. It will take a while to change that. Go on,” Makari said.
“Why would anyone betray their own people in such a cruel way?”
“He felt betrayed,” I said when Makari shrugged. “The shadow stalkers live by a very strict code. Part of that is shadow stalkers cannot mate with whoever they want to. Our mates are chosen for us. Drevin’s parents broke the code and mated anyway. As punishment, they were separated and Drevin was taken from his mother soon after his birth. He was taken to my father who was supposed to kill him. He was considered an abomination and a threat to our people.”
“But he was an innocent child,” the trooper said softly.
“That's why my father refused to kill him. He decided Drevin deserved a chance to be raised in a loving home and become a good shadow stalker. My father put a lot of faith in him, but when Drevin learned about what happened to his parents, he became angry and eventually turned against his own people.”
“We're his parents harmed?”
“No, they were just forced to live apart from each other and they were never to know their son.”
“And he's done all this because he was not allowed to be with his parents? He does far worse to his subjects and his reasons for doing it has all been a lie. I have a daughter who…she's seven and she will be beaten to submission and forced to live her life for the pleasure of men. The thought of what has been done to her sickens me, even now. I wanted to hide her, to keep them from taking her. She was so beautiful, so sweet and innocent. The only way I got through it was I reminded myself over and over it was for her protection. It was…” The trooper stalked to the side of the room and slammed his fist into the wall.

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Friday, July 22, 2016

Author Spotlight: Eclipse of the Warrior by J.L. Hendricks | Renee Writes

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Welcome to this week’s Friday Author Spotlight! Today I have J.L. Hendricks with her book Eclipse of the Warrior, from her Interdimensional Saga.

J.L. Hendricks (A lady never reveals her age) is a new independent author. The Interdimensional Saga series is her first one and she is very excited to share Book 1, Eclipse of the Warrior. J.L. is currently writing full time, but before she started writing she had a successful career as a Purchasing Manager and Contracts Administrator. She is very proud to have served in the US Army before she went to college.

She decided to finally write, and finish a book this year because of a few friends who encouraged her to do so. She hopes her stories entertain you and can bring a laugh on occasion.

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Vampires? Fae warriors? Who knew they were real. Somebody must have and they should have let the rest of us know.

While coming out of a movie, I followed a group of super-hot guys and ended up regretting it. I was pulled into the fight and I don’t know how I did it, but I killed a vampire! Now I’m running for my life.

I’m not supposed to know about their world, being a lowly human and all, but I also shouldn’t have been able to kill a vampire; a ripper is what they call themselves.

Now I have a choice. Well not really. A choice means options and mine are bad or worse. I can die or I can become a hybrid fae. Like I said, not much of a choice, one that sucks actually.

If I choose to become a fae, I have to help them fight the rippers who are kidnapping humans to take back to their planet. Oh, did I mention that they’re all from another dimension? They change humans into hybrid rippers and use them on the front lines of the battle between their two races.

The fae describe them as suicide bombers. Yep. Those are my choices…

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These guys were extremely good looking. Man I could not stop thinking about how
good looking they were, DeeDee would be making fun of me right about now if she
were here with me. She would probably say something along the lines of, “You know B,
McHotty’s have hearts too. You shouldn’t just be concerned with their bodies, what
about their minds?” Then we would bust up laughing and continue talking about their
physical assets.

Aaaahhh, if only DeeDee had come to meet me for dinner and a movie after my
interview. This would be so much more fun if she were here. I silently mused.
Maybe it was a photo shoot with hunky male models? What about that Comic-Con that
was going on at the convention center? I let them enter the crosswalk before I slowly
followed them. I hoped I might get to watch either a movie being filmed, or some crazy
photo shoot.

Wouldn’t DeeDee just love a bunch of photos from some crazy new male cologne photo
shoot or, something. I thought to myself as I continued to follow them down the street.
There were five guys in total, the first one I noticed had caramel colored skin with long,
dark brown hair that fell in waves to the man’s shoulders. Oh, how I wanted to run my
fingers through that gorgeous mane of hair! While I couldn’t get a good enough look at
his face, he appeared to be about 23? He was a little young for me. “Momma didn’t
raise no cougar!” I quipped.

Well, maybe for him I would consider it…

His friends all looked young as well, ranging from maybe 18 to 24. When they walked
under a bright street light I noticed they all had pointy ears and were carrying weapons.
One had what looked to be a katana sword. The McHotty I noticed earlier had two
swords strapped to his back that were curved. And the other three had long knives
attached to their belts. Two looked to also have guns under their black jackets, but I
couldn’t be sure that was what those bulge’s were.

“Hmm, this seems a little strange, even for a photo or movie shoot. Where are the
wardrobe people, other actors, or even a director?” As I whispered that I realized I
really needed to stop talking to myself. Even if I am in L.A. people are going to wonder
about my sanity.

All the guys wore black combat boots, not strange since this was L.A., but they all were
wearing tight, black leather pants and each had a different type of black leather jacket.
What kind of photo shoot were these models heading to? Or was it a movie shoot? I
really needed to figure this out.

I kept following them, even after they passed where I parked my car. I decided that I
really wanted to see what they were up to. And I still needed to get a photo to send to
DeeDee.

All five guys turned down an alley, so I peeked around the corner hoping to see what
they were up to. I couldn’t believe my eyes at first. If this was a film set, where was the
director or the crew members? That is when I realized I made a huge mistake following
these guys…

In the alley waiting for the five “fae warriors” as I called them, were seven beings that
could only be described as vampires! A cold feeling started to creep up my back as I
realized that I needed to get out of there, and quick.

I made the mistake of letting out a yelp before putting a hand over my mouth to keep
quiet. But it was too late; one of the vampires noticed me and grabbed me before I had
a chance to get away from the alley.

As he was grabbing my left arm I wondered how he made it over to me so quickly, he
had to have been at least one hundred yards away when he first saw me.
I swear DeeDee is gonna pay for talking me into following these guys! I thought as the
vampire dragged me further into the alley.

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