Spectral by Shannon Duffy Book Trailer

The above trailer is the upcoming book from my lovely friend, Shannon Duffy, called Spectral. It is set to be released April 10th. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do and remember to pick up, Shannon's book on April 10th!
 

Spring Into Reading: A Call For Prizes

So, I've been reading a lot of good books lately. It's one of my favorite things to do when I'm not writing. As I was reading an amazing book the other day by a friend, I decided it was time for a contest. What I love about this contest is, that it's all about books.

I'm doing an open call for prizes for the Spring Into Reading Contest being held from April 1st to April 8th. That's right! It's a week long contest.You may donate your book or sponsor a book (the winner chooses and you pay,) as prizes. If you are an editor, you may offer one of your services or a percentage off of one of your services. All prizes are welcome!

All prizes will be listed with pictures of the book along with a short blurb so those who enter will know what your book is about. For editors, a picture will be included along with a short blurb about you.

If you'd like to donate a prize, you can leave a message in the comments with a way for me to contact you or tweet/DM me on twitter.

Thank you all for donating prizes for Cass' contest and thank you in advance for donating to mine. If I gather enough prizes, The contest will begin on April 1st. No joke! See you then!!

Cassandra Marshall's Awesome Contest Starts Today

Not long back, I did a post that was calling for prize donations for my friend, Cass' wonderful free edit contest. A lot of my awesome friends answered the call and I love you all for doing so!! You may also recall that I mentioned that contest would start March 19th. Guess what? TODAY's March 19th!!

If you're looking for an amzaing editor but don't have the cash at the moment, I highly urge you to sign up for this contest. Cass is amazing!! Beyond really! All you have to do is go to Cass' website, (clicking her name will send you there,) and fill out the form. Easy?! Yeah!

Good luck to everyone! And if you're only looking for amazing prizes, sign up! She's got lots of them!

Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!!

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Lucky Seven Meme

I was tagged by my friend Shannon Duffy for the lucky seven meme. I've been wanting to share a part of my current wip, thanks to Shannon, now I can!

Here are the rules:

1. Go to page 77 of your current MS.

2.  Go to line 7.

3.  Copy down the next 7 lines-sentences or paragraphs and post them as they are written. No cheating!

4.  Tag 7 authors

5.  Let them know they've been tagged!

Luckily, I just managed to write past page 77 on my current wip. I hope you all enjoy the sneak peek! If you get a chance, swing over to Shannon's blog and read her excerpt because it's really good!!

This is from my YA Urban Fantasy titled CROSSING BRIELLE:

She gave his hand a squeeze. “You may be different, but you're definitely not a monster.”

Jason's head dipped toward hers. Eyes lock with Brielle's, he asked, “I'm not?”

“No, silly.” She shook her head, making her rainbow tips flirt with the light breeze finding its way into the flower hut. “You're just, Jason. A hot guy that just happens to be a fey.”

The 7 lucky authors I've chosen are *drum roll*:

Brielle B.

Cassandra Marshall

Tiffany King

Erica Chapman

M.R. Merrick

Kara Stefanowich

Christy Brown

I hope you enjoyed my excerpt! One day, there will be more to come! If you want to share your 7th line of your 77th page, leave it in the comment section below! Thank you again, Shannon! This was lots of fun!!

Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!!

Rachel Harris' My Super Sweet 16th Century Cover Reveal!!

My friend, Rachel Harris' debut book MY SUPER SWEET 16TH CENTURY, is set to be released from Entangled Teen on September 11, 2012. From the moment I first heard about this book, I've wanted to get my hands on it! Every part of it intrigues me and I can not wait to get my hands on it so I can devour it in one day! Which means when Rachel put out the call for bloggers to be a part of the cover reveal, I jumped on the chance like it was a hot guy needing a hug!

I had a tough time choosing between the excerpts that we could choose from. Yes! They were both that freaking amazing! So, after some long hard thinking and re-reading, I worked some magic and got the okay to share both! You have no idea how excited I am to say that! So, here they are!

Premise Excerpt:

I hear their muffled whispers and understand every Italian word. Every witty comment made at my expense.

It’s like my brain is automatically translating. 

I bunch the soft fabric of the dress in my hand and then reach up to feel the ribbon in my hair. I lightly skim my fingers over my chin and feel my lack of zit. I take in the costumes of the crowd, the stench of the animals, and the Italian I can now speak and understand. And suddenly it hits me. 

Reyna must have pulled some kind of gypsy mojo. 

Maybe this is one of those nifty “change your life” magic scenarios like in the movies. I mean, mostly I’m still expecting to blink and be right back in the midst of overpriced, gaudy tourism, but for now, the gypsy-time-warp explanation is infinitely better than thinking I’ve lost my mind. As I decide to go with that option, I feel my frantic tension melt away. 

The growing crowd seems to notice my change in demeanor and begins shooting one another amused looks, but I don’t care anymore. A smile stretches across my face. Evidently, I was wrong earlier; Reyna is a psychic mind reader, because if this is her special brand of bibbity-bobbity-boo, then she made my exact daydream from earlier in the courtyard come to life. 

The long red gown, the braided hair, the Italian merchant’s daughter, the time period. I am in Renaissance Florence.

I stare dumbly at the ground, the words and reality sinking in.

I’m in Renaissance Florence!

Meet Cute Excerpt:

Alessandra jerks back like I just suggested she prance around the square naked or something. “No! I believe I understand your meaning, and Lorenzo is certainly not my suitor. He is like a brother to me—the three of us grew up together.” 

She resumes walking and I fall in step beside her, understanding there has to be more to the story. And as we near the end of the row, I finally ask, “If you’re not into the guy, then what’s the problem?”

At that same moment, a rich, deep chuckle hits my ears. My stomach involuntarily clenches and my gaze sharpens on the back of this mysterious Lorenzo. 

Alessandra sighs. “That is the problem.” She places her hand on my arm and solemnly looks me in the eyes. “You must be careful. Lorenzo is beautiful, and it is not uncommon for a girl to walk away from meeting him with a piece of her heart left behind. But he is just eighteen, and not yet ready for marriage.”

I roll my eyes and laugh, then realize she’s serious. “Yeah, I assure you, there’s no danger on my end. I’m not exactly looking for marriage myself.” Because that would be crazy-town.

Alessandra wrinkles her nose as if she doesn’t believe me, but she removes her hand. We close the distance and Cipriano flashes me an open, honest to goodness, lighthearted smile. 

“Lorenzo, this is the cousin I was telling you about.”

Slowly the guy turns and I fall head first into the richest chocolate-brown eyes I’ve ever seen. He blinks and long, luscious lashes feather across his bronzed cheeks. I can feel myself gawking, but I physically can’t drag my eyes away. Lorenzo doesn’t smirk or act all conceited, either. He simply stares back, his eyes casually skimming over me, causing my skin to warm and break out in a whole body tingle.

Time seems to stop, and the sounds of the market mute. Alessandra was right. This boy is beautiful. 

And he’s looking at me.

See? Amazing, right? And now, for the equally amazingly beautiful cover!!!

How beautiful is that? You can pre-order Rachel's wonderful book at Amazon and Barns & Nobel. Be sure to add it to your Goodreads TBR pile too! Congratulation's Rachel! I can't wait to read it!!

Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!

Cassandra Marshall's Free Edit Ramp-up! A Call For Donated Prizes!

My really awesome friend who just so happens to be an amazing editor, Cassandra Marshall, is hosting another free substantial edit giveaway March 19-26. What makes this contest different from other edit giveaways is that Cass is giving away other prizes donated by others too! That's where you come in!

If you are a self-published author or even a traditionally published author, you can offer your book as a prize! That's right! You can place your beloved baby in the hands of an overly thrilled winner just by donating it as a prize! Easy, right?

Who loves swag? All of us, right!? Well, if you've got swag, we want it! Cass will gladly take your swag as a donated prize to be placed in the loving hands of the winner! So, bring on your swag! We can take it!!

Another cool way to donate to the giveaway is to "sponsor" a prize. For example, a "sponsored" prize could be a book of the winners choice. So, if you don't have a book out yet or swag, you can "sponsor" one for a lucky winner!

If you have any gently loved books, bring those too! All the merrier!!

Cass would like to add that these posts average 2500 unique views, so it's great exposure!!

If you choose to donate or sponsor a prize, Cass will happily include a cover/photo, a short 1-2 sentence summary, and links to you/buy pages. So, win-win!

So, all of my author readers or even contest lovers out there, please donate a prize?! You can leave a comment on my blog if you'd like to donate, tweet/DM me, or click on Cass' name in this post and comment on her blog. Thank you all in advance!

If you don't donate a prize and would like to enter the contest where I have also donated a prize, check out Cass' blog for details!

Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!

Double Facepalm Moment

Sorry for the blog silence lately. I've been super busy polishing my ms along with working on a couple wip's that have my heart in their hands while spending time with my hubby and our friends. I hope you all have been doing wonderful and I'm glad to be back!

So, this post is about something that's going on in my life at the moment. I like to play dress up games (like Barbie with a little edge) when I'm stressed out. I find that just placing clothes on a pixelated doll takes my mind off the things bugging me and when I'm done, I see things clearer. It's a quick fix and I have made a few good friends from doing it. In the past few months, my happy place went to hell. An over-into-himself owner has come back and started making a site that was, boring but still enjoyable, into a place where anger rules all!

Now, when I decided to become a professional author I learned all of the rights and wrongs in marketing myself/my product. One of the first things I learned was never to anger your customer/fan base. To me, that means not calling people names or treating them like their voice doesn't count to you. Yes, I don't have to agree with them, but I should at least treat them with the kindness that I want them to show to me. Never once would I think of treating my readers like trash just for my amusement.

Sadly, this is something this unnamed owner has done. He claims to have a degree in customer service and says he wants this game to be edgy and fun. Sounds great, right? The problem is, he's entertaining himself by humiliating and abusing his own customers. Most would say that's a fast way to destroy a business, but he can't see that. That is what the double facepalm's about.

I've seen some authors act like this guy with their reviewers or even other authors. I've wanted to tell them, "Hey! These are your customers! If you don't treat them right, your career will be over." Face it, once you turn into that person, you're done.

There is one thing to think about if you're having to do anything dealing with the public. How would you like to be treated if you were in their position? I'm betting that you would like to be spoken to in a calm and polite way. I'm hoping this guy gets that soon before he burns what so many love to the ground.

Have you ever been in a situation like this? What did you do?

Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!

Critique Me! Entry for March Agent Pitch contest

Yesterday's and tomorrow's posts all wrapped up in today's post.

If your a long time follower of this blog, you know that I'm addicted to contests. I can't not enter them. Well, I passed a few up this year and my body just freaked out. They were some pretty great ones too, so believe me when I say that it killed me to just tweet my support and not click the add me to the list button. Why didn't I enter? Well, my hubby wanted me to take a break. Rest and take joy in what I was doing instead of freaking out about something that I couldn't control. So I sat back and let them go.

Now the amazing angels known as Brenda Drake, Shelley Watters, and C.A. Marshall have decided to do a March agent pitch match contest. Of course I couldn't just sit back anymore when I saw this beauty come across my screen. So here I am, working like a dog to make my ms shine brighter than before and also working on a pitch.

On March 1st the rules will be posted, so I'm just going by the guidelines of their amazing pitch workshop. Below you will find what I hope is a winning 35 word pitch along with the first 150-ish words of my ms. (I didn't stop in the middle of a sentence.)

So, now I ask for you to critique away. Tell me what you like and what you think is missing. Take off the kid gloves. I can take it. FYI: I'm formatting it like it's a real entry.

Name: Jamie Corrigan

Title: The Demon Chronicles: Prophecy

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Word Count: 61,000

Pitch: Taisie thought demons were fallen angels until she discovered she wasn't just a klutzy human, but a powerful reincarnation who completes a forgotten prophecy that will destroy her nightmarish stalker and save her mother's soul.

Pitch take four: When a prophecy makes Taisie the target of a nightmarish stalker named Spark, she must embrace her new power of killing immortals to save her mother's soul or lose herself to Spark forever.

Pitch take three: When a prophecy makes Taisie the target of a nightmarish stalker, she must embrace her new powers of killing anyone immortal and destroy him to save her mother's soul or lose herself to him forever.

Pitch take two: When Taisie discovers she's not just a klutzy human, but a powerful reincarnation with the power to kill anyone immortal, she must destroy her nightmarish stalker or lose her mother's soul and herself forever.

Below is the new First 150 along with the old one. You can critique both if you like.

New first 150:

Taisie Monahan pressed herself against a brick wall, trying to catch a break from the sea of Forever 21 and American Eagle drenched students flowing through the floodgates of Saint Isabel High. Last night's nightmare was still fresh on her mind as she gave her ponytail a nervous tug, pulling her hair tighter. Taking a breath, Taisie swore she could smell the metallic stench floating from his dead body, making her stomach lurch.

A raven glided across the silver clouds, pulling her from her torture as her blue eyes flicked up to watch it. Goosebumps sprouted on her arm, forcing her to tear her gaze away. Taisie knew her stalker was there. She searched the crowd frantically looking for him. She may have never seen his face before, but that creepy-spider-crawling-up-her-back feeling was something that belonged only to him.

“Get a grip. People are staring,” she whispered to herself.

First 150 words: 

Taisie Monahan pressed herself against a brick wall, trying to catch a break from the sea of Forever 21 and American Eagle drenched students flowing through the floodgates of Saint Isabel High. Last night's nightmare was still fresh on her mind as she gave her ponytail a nervous tug. Taking a breath, Taisie swore she could smell the metallic stench flowing from his dead body, making her stomach lurch.

Hoping to get her mind off it, her blue eyes flicked up to the depressing morning sky and settled on a raven gliding across the silver clouds. Goosebumps sprouted on her arm, forcing her to tear her gaze away. Searching the crowd frantically for her stalker, Taisie knew he was here. She may have never seen his face before, but that creepy spider crawling up her back feeling was something that belonged only to him.

“Get a grip. People are staring,” she whispered to herself.

Let me have it! Critique away!

Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!

Outside Looking In

Honestly, today this is how I feel. It's been a few weeks of up and down moments with life and family, and I'm left feeling like I'm outside watching everyone achieve their dreams. I'm desperate to get on the other side of that glass and be in that moment too. I want to feel that joy. I want to be on the inside with them.

That being said, I don't want it so bad that I'm willing to just throw my dreams at just anybody who says a pretty word about it. When I say I'm desperate, I don't mean what it says. I just mean I really want it, but I'm working to achieve it.

A couple of posts back I told you about my friend who fell into a publishing scam. I was already feeling low at this point and she tried to sell me on the publisher. That's when I realized that even though I may be outside looking in at the moment, I'd rather be there than published badly. Feelings fade, but bad publishing lasts forever. That is something I do not want. I'm not that desperate. Trust me.

I think we all go through these moments in life. For me, things have just piled on me and I found myself feeling sorry for myself. I hate when I get in these moments and fight hard to get out of them. This is when I sit back and take a long hard look at what's causing the stress and fix it if I can. This time it's out of my hands, so I put my head down and began to write.

One day I will make it inside to the party. I know that is going to take hard work and I'm willing and ready to do it. These moments are what make me who I am and I'm thankful for them. My Mom raised a fighter and that's what I am doing. I'm not giving up on this dream.

Have you ever felt like you were on the outside looking in?

Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!

Life Is a Fairy Tale: Flash Fiction for Julia King's Contest

Today's post is a little treat for you all. Oh, all right! I confess! I've entered another contest. But I swear it's a really cool one. My good friend and CP, Julia King, is hosting a flash fiction contest. The rules are simple. 1. You must follow her blog. (You should follow her anyway. She's super sweet and awesome!) 2. You must tweet, blog, and/or facebook about the contest. (Done and done!) 3. Post your flash fiction on your blog by February 24th at 5:00 PM MST and leave a comment on the contest post with your flash fiction's link. and 4. Leave your email address so if you win, Julia can contact you.

The only requirements for the contest are that you must write 650 words or below and begin your story with, "Once upon a time," because, well, that show just ROCKS!

So, here is my story and entry, that I hope you enjoy, entitled: 

Life is a fairy tale

Once upon a time, a young girl danced alone in a meadow. The warm summer air caressed her as she spun round and round. Arms open wide, she willed her body to rise.

“Candice! Where are you?”

His soft melodic voice called to her. Turning faster, Candice knew she would do it this time. Her feet would leave the soft waving grass and she would feel the fluffy clouds take their place. All she had to do was keep spinning.

Her toe hit a pebble, sending her flying to the ground with a bone jarring thunk! Her soft brown eyes flicked up, knowing she'd see his smiling blue eyes looking down on her. When they weren't, a small tear slid down her cheek.

Candice's hand lifted toward the sky. “I'm trying. Please wait for me,” she said in a broken sob. The grass swayed until it caressed her soft pale skin. She sighed when it brushed along her cheek. Eyes fluttering shut, she whispered, “Eric, are you here?”

The air turned frigid. Looking up, she met with the narrowed green eyes of her mother, Queen Jackie. The woman knelt, took her daughter's hand, and smirked. “My dear, Candice. Why must you yearn for a boy who will never return? He is dead. It is time to move on.”

Candice pulled away. Rising to her feet, she shook her head. “No! Eric's alive and I need to find him before he fades away!”

“Enough, Candice!” Her mother grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at her. “You are set to marry Prince John in the morning. It is time to leave childish believes behind. You're seventeen after all. The same age I was when I married your father.”

A strong scent of pine drifted into her senses, bringing Eric rushing back into her heart before she could concede to her mother's wishes. Her fingernails bore into her scratchy violet dress. Thunder rippled through the graying sky when she pulled away. Taking three steps back, she found herself free falling into a giant sinkhole that open beneath her feet. Arms stretched out, she screamed, “Help me! Eric!”

The sensation of fingers winding around her hand sent sparks throughout her body. The sickness in her stomach went away when the clean scent of pine embraced her. Candice breathed it in and smiled. Closing her eyes, she waited for what was to come.

“Candice, after all of this time are you not going to look at me?”

Her eyes snapped open. Water rushed into them when she met with his soft blue jewels. Her fingers traced his chiseled jawline, waiting for him to vanish once again before their lips could touch. When he didn't, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips passionately to his.

Pulling away, her hands ran through his chocolate locks. “I knew you were alive. I could feel it.”

“Candice, I love you.” Eric's soft lips pressed to hers again.

Taking a breath, she looked around at the sea of wildflowers that surrounded them. “Where are we? Is this heaven?”

Eric snickered. “Close. It's home. You were asleep for so long, I thought I'd lost you.”

She frowned. “Asleep? You left me to fight in the war. They said you'd died. My father has given my hand to Prince John—”

“Prince John? Candice, that must have been some dream.” 

“Dream? But...” She noticed her romantic gown was gone. In its place was a soft violet sweater and jeans.

Eric hugged her closer. “It doesn't matter. As long as you ended up with me, are you mad?”

“No.” Snuggling closer, she closed her eyes and pictured herself spinning in the meadow once again. When she breathed in Eric's scent, they opened again, thankful to see his smiling eyes smiling down her as he slid a small diamond ring on her hand.

“A dream come true.”

The End

I hope you all enjoyed it! Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone! And don't forget to check out Julia's blog! Her flash fiction is a really good one!

Research, Decisions, and Friendship

So, I was talking with one of my friends the other day and she told me she had wonderful news. Of course I couldn't wait to hear this news, so I sat back and waited for her to tell me what had her all a flutter. I was expecting something like a new boyfriend or she'd finally decided to go back to school. What I was told in the end wasn't at all what I had been thinking.

She sat there, her blue eyes lit up like a star. A giant smile was painted along her lips and I swore her soul was about to burst into flames from the excitement. That's when she said it. She was being published. My mouth hung open for a minute. If she'd been any of my writer friends, I would've jumped up and down and began the celebration. The thing is, she isn't. I'm not even sure she's written anything other than a shopping list before. (I'm not saying this is a bad thing. It just came out of nowhere since she'd never talked about wanting to be an author whenever we talked about my writing.)

Right away, I asked the logical questions. What did you write? A poem or a book? I'm sure I looked weird when she said she'd written a book. I looked even weirder when she added that it was a fiction book for teens. She didn't even know what genre it was or what YA meant. I had to explain that YA was young adult literature aimed at teens and that I was assuming that was what she meant.

After talking a little more, I learned that she'd jotted down a story in about a month. She didn't edit or revise it and she didn't even think authors HAD to do that kind of thing if their books were any good. Her belief is that a publisher will do all of that for her. (I've heard other's think this too and let me just tell you that they're wrong. You have and need to revise and edit before submitting. Trust me when I say you'll be thankful that you did later.)

Anyway, so this is what this post is about. My friend told me about how she'd written this "book" and how she'd contacted a new small publisher about it. They read it and told her how much they loved it. I asked to see it, and after reading it, I have to say that I knew what our next conversation would be. Sure enough, yesterday we talked and she told me that the publisher wanted to speed up her release date. To do this, she needs to agree to them sending her ms to an outside editor and pay their fees. Right away I told her not to agree to this. That in publishing, that's not how it works. Money flows toward the author, not the other way around. She agreed with me about this, but stopped short of admitting that the entire thing is a scam.

My friend is so excited to be published that she's not seeing nor researching anything about being published. I went the extra mile and sent her a file filled with all the info I've found along the road and even told her that there is always something to learn. I'm trying my best not to break her heart by saying she's been scammed, but I'm afraid that it's coming. Sooner than I hope. My fear is that when I break this to her, she's going to resent me or blame me for killing her new dream. Sure, she's the type that goes from wanting to be a model one day to wanting to be a teacher the next, but I don't want to be the one to kill the writer dream. She's got a great imagination and I'm sure if she put the time and effort into becoming an author, that she could do great. I just don't think this scam will help that along. In fact, I think it'll crush her.

At this moment, I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I tell her it's a scam, our friendship could be damaged. If I don't, then she could end up scammed out of hard earned cash or her dream. Either way, I know this isn't going to be good. As her friend, I know that I should and need to tell her. And believe me when I say that I will before she reads this post. The thing is, I don't like being put in this position. Other friends heard this same news and haven't bothered saying a word. Not even when they heard about the editor. They just wanted to stay out of it. I can't do that. I just wish she would have researched before submitting anything.

Research is a friend to anyone wanting to be published. You should research topics while writing your book. Research agents before querying them. You should also research publishers before getting into "bed" with them. Never should you just go in blind. Not when it's a business relationship. Think of it this way, if you wouldn't hire someone to take care of your kid/dog without checking them out first, then why would you go into business with someone without checking them out? It just doesn't make sense.

I love my friend and I don't want her to be taken by scam artists who don't care about her or her book. I'm hoping that she will forgive me for ripping off the band aid. If not, then at least I can say that I tried to prevent the eventual heartache that is to come.

If you ever find yourself in this situation, do what's right. Tell the person it's a scam. You'd want them to do it if it were you being scammed. Also, remember to research before doing anything. It truly is your friend. Knowledge is after all power.

Have you ever been stuck between a rock and a hard place? What did you do to get out of it?

Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!

Happy Valentine's Day!!

First, let me apologize for my silence last week. I wasn't feeling well, so I took some time off to get better. I want to thank everyone who sent good vibes my way! It seems like they worked! Thanks!!

Today's post is a special one for Valentine's Day. For some, it is the most romantic day of the year. For others, it's the loneliest. I think it all depends on if you have someone to share it with and if their is love to be shared with that someone.

I could go into the history of Valentine's Day, but that would be like being in school again. None of us want that. What I will say is, I don't think this day should be about what the commercial's tell us it should be. I for one, don't need diamonds, (they'd be nice. But I don't need them!) chocolate, (even though it's yummy!) or roses! It's about being with the one you love and having them say those three little words. I love you.

Two years ago, my hubby and I didn't exchange gifts. We were under a month from getting married and money was tight. That didn't mean that the day was any less special than it has been every year we've been together. In fact, I think it was more romantic. He prepared me a romantic candlelight dinner and I made him a mixed playlist of all of his favorite songs. It wasn't super mushy; but since we were together, we were happy!

So today, if you don't get that gift that you were wanting, still smile. For as long as the one you love says/shows they love you with even a kiss, it's the best! Love is a wonderful thing and I wish all of you have it or find it!

Until next time, happy reading/writing everyone!!