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Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Blog Tour: (Review) Wisteria By Bisi Leyton




I would like to welcome Bisi Leyton to The Avid Reader today. Thanks for stopping by Bisi. Please be sure and check out Bisi's novel Wisteria. Today I have an excerpt of Wisteria for you to read. Please take the time to read my review of Wisteria and thanks for visiting today.




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Author: Bisi Leyton

Series: Wisteria Book 1

Published: Aug 2012

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Sixteen year old Wisteria Kuti has two options-track the infected around the Isle of Smythe or leave the only known safe haven and face a world infested with flesh eating biters. But even with well-armed trackers, things go wrong and Wisteria ends up alone facing certain death, until she is rescued by the mysterious Bach. Uninfected, Bach is able to survive among the hordes of living dead.

Eighteen year old Bach, from a race known as The Family, has no interest in human affairs. He was sent here to complete his Great Walk and return home as a man-as a Sen Son. The Family regard humans as Dirt People, but Bach is drawn to this Terran girl, whom he has never seen before, but somehow knows.

Hunted by flesh eaters, cannibals, and the mysterious blood thirsty group called Red Phoenix, Wisteria and Bach make their way back to the Isle of Smythe, a community built on secrets and lies.







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"I love the buildup of this story, getting to know the characters and watching their connection grow. I had no idea which way the story was headed and I was kept in suspense right up to the very end! It has plenty of action and a fascinating plot and I can't wait to see what Bisi Leyton has for us next!!" Naomi Hop, Book Reviewer, Nomi's Paranormal Place

"There are a lot of great things in this book, so much more than zombies and a struggle for survival. At it's base core it is about star-crossed lovers, literally and the supporting characters roles… Ms. Leyton brings to Wisteria a mixture of science fiction, fantasy, dystopic world with a twist to the paranormal romance angle!" Cabin Goddess

"The book was full of nonstop action from the beginning until the end, and I did not put it down until I had finished it. I loved the book." Author Monique Morgan







EXCERPT

Wisteria




As she walked back to the ridge of the roof, Bach's heart went with her. Someone had tried to hurt her. Tried to damage what belonged to him, and who he belonged to.

He started to feel dizzy from the volumes of strangle weed planted in the front of her house.

"Thank you so much for coming and for the guitar. It's perfect." She gave it back to him.

"No, it is yours, Wisteria." He refused to take it. "Do you not like it?"

"No, I love it. It's so beautiful."

"Then keep it." He kissed her neck. Knowing-hoping-his touch would soothe her pain, but he hadn't come here to comfort her.

"Bach." She used her instrument as a shield as she moved away from him. "It's a bad idea. You won't understand."

"You are right. I do not get why you would refuse something you apparently love," he whispered while rubbing her forearms and taking in her scent.

"If I accept your kindness, then I'll have to face the consequences. I don't know if I can face those."

"You cannot face accepting my kindness, or is it accepting me that you cannot face?"

"Um…?"

"Tell me that you do not feel the same," he whispered. "That the moment you first saw me that I did not get inside your head. Tell me that you do not think about me all of the time when we are not together?"

The dark-eyed girl did not answer.

Wishing he could will her to speak, he pressed her against his chest. Briefly, he noticed a black spot at the base of her neck, where he had kissed her, and then it was gone. "Okay, Wisteria. Then tell me that you want me to leave, and that you do not care if you never ever see me again." He felt like someone else was speaking for him, once again. The questions became pointless as he found himself still planting kisses along her neck and the sides of her face.

"I can't tell you that, Bach," she replied softly, her voice breaking. "Because it's not true." She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly.

Desperately wanting to kiss her luscious-looking lips, he leaned into her.

Wisteria reached up to him, tugging his head down as she stood on the very tips of her toes, seemingly just as eager to taste his lips.

"Wisteria, I cannot." He broke away before it happened. "I do not want this."

* * * * *

Wrapping her arms around herself, she moved away from him. Once again, humiliated and feeling foolish. "Goodnight, Bach!" She strode angrily to the side of the roof in order to climb down.

He grabbed her and held her back.

The guy came here just to tease her, yet again! Didn't he know he was hurting her? Didn't he care? "I'm tired of all this nonsense. I'm actually tired and need some sleep. I'm done with this. All of this!" She should've left the roof when she saw him appear. "Let go, so I can go."

"Wisteria, it is not that." Exhaling heavily, he released her. "My people could kill you if they knew I wanted you."

This wasn't at all what she'd expected him to say. "What?"

"I am in love with you. I do not know why, but I am. And it is selfish, because I just want you for myself." Sadness filled his eyes as he spoke.

"Why would they do that to me?"

"Because you are human and because we see humans as Terran, or dirt people."

"And you believe that too? So why are you here, living among us, if we're so disgusting?"

"You are not disgusting. You are beautiful." Rubbing his temples, he seemed troubled and bewildered. "I came to Terra as a rite of passage. To be considered a man, to take a journey and experience the wild."

"The wild?"

"I chose Terra, or Earth, because I came here as a child. Your people treated me so badly in the past. When I learned about the Nero disease, I wanted to see your world." He paused.

"You were right when you said there was something wrong with me."

"Bach, it cannot be that bad." Stepping up to him, she stroked her fingers along his biceps.

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The sweet motion made him smile at her, but he still looked distressed.

"Like about Garfield, you let him live with you. And now you're here with me."

"You are not like the rest."

"Neither are you. You're not so cold and cruel like Enric or patronizing like Felip. They think they're better than us. You just hate people because you're a jerk, Bach."

"Ha." Bach laughed. "A jerk?"

"You're a big jerk." As the final word rolled from her lips, he kissed her.

She was stunned for a second. His lips tasted like a strange, tantalizing spice.

He squeezed her against his larger frame and rested his right hand on the small of her back.

She fidgeted, unsure about what to do with her hands. She tried to kiss him back, but she struggled because she was so short.







MY REVIEW

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The following review is my opinion and not a paid review. I received a copy of Wisteria from the author via Innovative Online Book Tours.

Wisteria is a sixteen year old girl whose life has all but been taken away from her. Almost everyone she knows has succumbed to the "Nero" disease. The Nero disease is where humans are turned into "flesh eaters" also know as zombies. Wisteria, her mother Lara and brother David have made it the Isle of Smythe a safe place where every man, woman and child has to do their part in helping to make things run smoothly on the Isle. All children have to go to school and when they reach the age of sixteen then they are given a job to do.

When Wisteria turned sixteen and it was time for her to start helping out in the community she was given the opportunity of becoming a tracker or a rat catcher. She chose to be a tracker like her mother. A tracker goes outside the walls of the Isle to scout and study the zombies to help find a cure for the disease. Wisteria was very good tracker she knew exactly how to use her sword when the need arose for her to have to "cure" a zombie. She would swing her sword right at the zombies neck and chop it off.

Wisteria was not a very popular girl on the Isle of Smythe. She was always having problems with the girls at the school. You see Wisteria was the kind of person that thought surviving and learning how to protect yourself was more important than dating or going steady with a guy. But the other girls thought guys, makeup and pretty clothes was more important. So on the day that Wisteria caught in the middle of a large group of zombies and almost died was not her fault. The girls that were always bullying her were in a store "shopping" for new clothes and makeup. She was trying to save these girls lives and would have gotten eaten by the zombies. But Bach saw her jump off the top of the fire escape and when she hit the ground she passed out. Bach took her back to where he was staying with his friends.

Bach and his friends are not who or what you would think they are. Bach can't stand Terran girls which means earth girls or human. Bach and "The Family" think that humans are dirt people. Bach and his friends came to earth to watch the earth people kill their world. Bach hates Terrans because they killed his mother. He doesn't want them nowhere near him but when he meets Wisteria he feels as if he knows her. But he is not sure why or how he knows her.

Wisteria finally makes it back home to the Isle of Smythe with Bach's help. After their arrival on the Isle of Smythe, Wisteria finds out that there are a lot of secrets being kept.

I love reading books about zombies and Wisteria was no different I loved it too. Although it did differ from a lot of the zombie books that I have read. But it being different is what makes it such a great read. If you like reading about zombies then I don't think you would be disappointed with reading Wisteria.







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Bisi Leyton was born in East London in 1978. She grew up in London, Nigeria and the States, listening to the stories life and love from aunts, cousins and big sisters.

She lives in London, but has worked around Europe including France, Germany, Ireland, Belgium and the Czech Republic. She has a fondness for reading graphic novels.







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Monday, December 3, 2012

Blog Tour: (Promo + Excerpt) IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE TROUBLE! By Kathleen Allen




I would like to welcome Kathleen Allen to The Avid Reader today. Thanks for stopping by Kathleen. Please be sure and check out Kathleen's novel IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE TROUBLE!. Today I have an excerpt of IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE TROUBLE! for you to read.




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Mel Thompson, P.I., former cop returns in her second murder case. It's the first case she's taken since she almost died at the hands of the murderer from her last case, three months ago. Things are looking up a bit though, her cop boyfriend moved back in, the back surgery she had seems to have dulled the pain in her leg and she's working as an intern in a fashion house in order to catch a murderer. The fashion world is an alien one to Mel but she's eager to learn in order to figure out who killed an up and coming designer who just happened to be the sister of the senior buyer. Mel plans on being an intern for a few weeks, getting the information she needs and getting out. She didn't plan on actually liking the people in the fashion house. And she didn't plan on being in harm's way, again.

The first book in the Mel Thompson series is IF IT'S MONDAY, IT MUST BE MURDER! Published in September, 2011 by Gypsy Shadow Publishing. This is the second book in the series. IF IT'S TUESDAY, IT MUST BE TROUBLE available as a Ebook now.





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I looked at the calendar on my smartphone. Three months to the day. I shuddered, thinking about how close I came to never waking up again. As a cop I'd been in dangerous situations and I never thought about dying until the day I was shot. Two years ago. I flexed my left leg. The surgery on my back had helped the pain, but the leg was still stiff at times-especially on a day like today, with rain coming down. Yesterday had been beautiful, one of those days that promised warm days ahead with plenty of sunshine and blue skies abound. Well, that was yesterday. Today the gloomy skies put me in a bad mood. At least it's not snowing again. I limped to the closet, opened it and rummaged inside for a T-shirt that read: FRODO LIVES, and a long denim skirt. I spotted my cane propped up in the corner and shook my head at it.

"No, you are not seeing the light of day ever again!" I told it, slamming the closet door shut.

"Who you talking to, Mel?" Byron came into the bedroom, two mugs of coffee in his hands. His caramel-colored skin glowed with health. I gritted my teeth. Sometimes it was difficult to be around non-disabled people, even if one of those people was your cop boyfriend, who lived with you.

"No one, thanks for the coffee."

He pointed to the T-shirt. "Nice shirt, not sure it'll make the right impression on the loo though."

"What are you talking about?" I heard the snappish tone in my voice but chose to ignore it.

"Don't you have an appointment with Lieutenant Fitzpatrick this morning to talk about being a cop again?"

"I did." Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I took a sip of coffee and nodded to show my approval of the strength of it. Byron tended to make his coffee too weak.

"Glad you like the coffee, I had to water mine down with lots of cream and sugar to drink it." He eyed me. His brown eyes were full of concern. I looked away from his stare. The one thing I hated more than anything was pity. I wouldn't tolerate that from Byron.

"Tell me, Mel."

A shrug. "I canceled the appointment. I'm not ready to go back yet." I don't know if I will ever be ready.

He reached for my hand but I pulled away cupping both hands around my mug. I stared out at the rain dripping down the upstairs window. The sky is crying.

"I thought you were looking forward to getting back in uniform." Byron stood up putting his mug on the dresser as he opened one drawer after another obviously looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"My blue socks, they go with my shirt," he said.

I pointed to the top drawer. "You are the only one I know that matches his socks to his shirt." He opened the drawer, rooted around and found the pair he wanted. He held them up like they were a prize.

He sat down at the bench situated at the end of the bed to put the socks on. "I like to be color-coordinated, gives a more professional image."

"You mean, unlike me?" I snarled. I was aching for a fight, a knock-down, drag out of a fight. Anything to stop this hole I felt myself sliding into.

"Mel, what's up?" He came over and sat next to me. He put an arm around my shoulders. "Are you upset about your leg not being better?"

I swallowed before answering. "It was better right after the surgery. I thought-I thought I could do PT and then I'd get my old life back. But it's been over three months since the surgery and I still have a limp." I sat up straighter. "And on days like this, rainy, damp days, the pain is there." He looked worried, his dark brows knitted together as he contemplated me. I shook my head. "No, it's not bad pain, not like before. It's like a toothache that never ends." I turned my face away, staring at the carpet. "I have to face reality, Byron. I'm never going to be a cop again."







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Saturday, December 1, 2012

Blog Tour: (Review + Giveaway) Reawakened By Carrie Pulkinen




I would like to welcome Carrie Pulkinen to The Avid Reader today. Thanks for stopping by Carrie. Please be sure and check out Carrie's novel Reawakened. Check out my review of Reawakened. Oh and be sure to enter the giveaway before you leave.




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Her magic has been reawakened. But will her heart let her follow her destiny?

Jules Hume lives in a world where magic is a myth and supernatural creatures are fiction. Or so she thinks. Her boyfriend Ian would have to disagree. When Jules discovers the man of her dreams is not only a vampire, but a vampire king who's tasked with saving the world from a demon attack, life as she knows it ends. Can she accept her fate and take her place by Ian's side as ruler of the paranormal world? Or will she close her mind and her heart to the chance at love and adventure?





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He kissed me passionately, parting my lips with his tongue, tasting me, exploring me until my head was spinning and I had to come up for air. He leaned his forehead against mine and traced my lips with his finger. "I love you, Juliann…Now, let me help you dress."

Before I could say any more, my shirt was on the floor, and he was working on my pants. He easily slipped them down over my legs, and I stepped out, heading to my suitcase to get a strapless bra. Good thing I'd packed one. Ian put his hands on my shoulders and examined the back of my bra.

"This is not so difficult. He undid the hooks and slid the straps over my shoulders. "I'm a fast learner." He grinned and held out his hand for the strapless one, so I gave it to him. He wrapped it around me, hooking it in the back.

"I really do know how to dress myself," I said. He turned me around to face him.

"But, I enjoy helping you so much." He ran his finger along the top edge of my bra. "I like to pamper you."

"Okay then. Pamper away." That made him smile. He had such a striking smile. Actually, everything about him was beautiful. And he made me feel beautiful.

He carefully took the dress from the bed and held it out for me to step into. Then he laced up the back and tied it.

"Well, what do you think?" I spun around.

"It's perfect. You are perfect."

I looked in the mirror, and it was a stunning dress. I was supposed to be a queen, but in that dress, I felt like a princess.

"It's missing something, though." He grinned and held out a little burgundy box. I opened it and found a spectacular diamond encrusted hair comb. It looked very old, but it was exquisite and strangely familiar at the same time.

"Oh, Ian this must have cost a fortune."

"It did." He shrugged. "A very long time ago. It is yours."

I took it out of the box to get a better look. "I love it; it's so beautiful. I feel like I've seen it before, though. Why is it so familiar?"

He took the comb and carefully put it in my hair. I turned to look in the mirror, and it was perfect. The diamonds caught the light just right and sparkled in a million colors.

"It was my gift to you," he said as he held me from behind, and we admired it in the mirror. "You wore it on our wedding day."

"I…you…kept it? For this long? Oh, Ian!" I turned to him, buried my face in his chest, and cried. I wasn't usually an overly emotional person. Really. But, Ian tended to have that effect on me. And, he kept my hair comb for a thousand years. My heart filled with joy.

"Did I do something to upset you, my Jewel?"

"No." I sobbed. "I'm just so happy. You just…you're amazing, Ian. I love you so much."

He held me close and whispered softly in my ear. "Shh…Come, my love. Do not cry. We will never be apart again. I am nothing without you."

We stood there in each other's arms as I got my emotions under control. So much love filled me, it felt like my heart was going to burst. It almost hurt. I looked at him, tracing my finger along his jaw line and across his lips. Then he playfully bit my finger and sucked on the tip as I pulled it out of his mouth. I smiled and kissed him.

"Just let me go freshen up a little bit; then we can leave. Okay?" The sun had set, so I wasn't worried about him getting sick any more. I supposed my blood did energize him. I briefly considered telling him about my new ability, but I got distracted with my makeup and forgot about it.

I freshened up my lipstick and added some extra eye shadow and blush to go with the dress. Ian waited patiently for me in the bedroom, finally allowing me to do something for myself. Not that I minded all the pampering. That was definitely something I could've gotten used to. Makeup application just wasn't his thing.

When I came out of the bathroom, he held out his arm to me in an elegant gesture. "Shall we? We must get to the Summit early to ensure your safety."

I took his arm, but paused when he mentioned my safety. "What's going to happen tonight? I'm scared."

He turned to face me and kissed my forehead. "I will keep you safe. Do not worry about that. As for what will happen tonight…I'm sure everyone will be as enamored of you as I am."

"Right," I mumbled as he escorted me out the door.





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The following review is my opinion and not a paid review. I was given a copy of Reawakened from the author for a review via Full Moon Bites Book Tours.

Juliann "Jules" Humes is a single parent who has raised her daughter Beth by herself. Beth's father left her before Beth was born. Beth's father was never in her life. He never came to see her. He never had nor wanted visitation rights to see her. So this made Jules a single mother because he was never a part of their lives. He didn't pay child support. If he had been in Beth's life and paid child support then Jules would have no right to claim to be a single parent.

After what Beth's father had left her high and dry with a child on the way. Jules never wanted nor trusted another man. She had promised herself she would never fall in love with anyone else. She would never let another man hurt her like Beth's father did. But as the saying goes never say never because usually it will come back and bite you in the ass. When Beth first laid eyes on Ian she was lost in the romance that she so desired. Never understanding the force that drew her to him.

Ian has a feeling that someone is staring at him. He turns and sees Jules looking at him and when he looks into her eyes he feels as if he has known and loved her for years and years. He knows that he is looking into the eyes of his soul mate for eternity. Ian thinks he has just laid eyes on the most beautiful woman who he has seen in years.

Ian has a secret about who he is and what he is and when Jules finds out his secret she doesn't believe him. What he has told her is not true and could never be true. But when she starts having dreams about Ian and herself she begins to wonder if he is not speaking the truth. Ian keeps odd hours like he only works at night. He will only take Jules out at night even though she has asked him to go to lunch with her.

Jules really has the hots for Ian and wants to take their relationship a step further but Ian is always telling her that now is not the time that they must wait. This is not want Ian actually wants to do but he has to give Jules time to figure everything out and accept who and what he is before they can take their relationship further. It has nothing to do with how he feels about her.

Jules ask Beth questions about Ian like who is he? What is he? Beth is like mom Ian is different. He is not someone you want to get involved with. Beth tries to talk her mom out of dating Ian. Jules is so enamored with Ian that there is no way she can do what Beth ask of her. But her mind tells her to leave him alone just walk away and let him be. But her heart tells her a different story.

Reawakened is very different from most books about vampires that I have had the opportunity to read. I know, I know I am always saying it but Reawakened is a very great book to read. If you haven't read it yet. Then I suggest that you get your hands on a copy today it is that good. Loved it. Loved, loved the way Ian treated Jules. You know like in an old fashion kind of way.









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Carrie Pulkinen has always been fascinated with the paranormal. Of course, when you grow up next door to a cemetery, the dead (and the undead) are hard to ignore. Pair that with her passion for writing and her father's insatiable love for monster movies, and you've got the perfect recipe for an exciting storyteller.

Carrie spent the first part of her professional life as a high school journalism and yearbook teacher. Now she's able to channel her love of the English language into stories of amazing sex with devilishly handsome men. In her free time, Carrie likes to read, take pictures, and play with her kids. She invites you to contact her at Email, or visit her on Facebook.







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Friday, November 30, 2012

Blog Tour: (Review + Giveaway) The Vampire's Hope By Danica Winters




I would like to welcome Danica Winters to The Avid Reader today. Thanks for stopping by Danica. Please be sure and check out Danica's novel The Vampire's Hope. Check out my review of The Vampire's Hope. Oh and be sure to enter the giveaway before you leave.




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Ellie Smith, an emotionally stunted dancer, finds more than she bargains for after her human life is taken by the vampire, Master Liam. Once inside the Vampire's underground lair, the Keres Den, she meets Ian, an immortal Viking warrior, who is infiltrating the soulless prison. (New Paragraph) As Ellie begins her training, she learns that the dark tunnels around her are filled with even darker secrets. As the truth of her existence come to light, she is faced with a choice-does she let her past dictate her future, or can she begin to feel again?





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The couple in front of her stood under the bar's lopsided mistletoe, their lips pressed against each other in a gesture of Christmas spirit. On the man's lapel was a white rose, smashed against the woman's full breast.

The sight made Ellie Smith laugh. Ellie was the same age as the two lip-locked party goers, yet they were so much younger. They wore the white rose of hope-probably hope for love that would undoubtedly turn bad, or hope that the holidays would bring them the gifts of eternal bliss… those naïve fools.

The couple parted and their cheeks glowed with the pink twinges of arousal. The sight was more than she could handle and she looked away. They were luckier than they knew. They probably did not have any idea what it was like to be without a bed for the night, without a home, without purpose, and without hope.

To her left a thick-set, redheaded man approached. His shoulders were erect and he walked with a stride that conveyed power. Catching Ellie's eye, he smiled the grim smile of subtle manipulation.

Whatever he wanted, he wouldn't get it from her.

A blonde man with an arched smile stepped out from behind the threatening redhead and sat down at the table. "Hello, Elpis. Welcome to The Ravena."

The way he said her name made her skin crawl.

The blonde waved his hand at the rows of booze and the surly bartender. "I hope you like the bar."

The bar was like any number of others, just another stop in her constant travel through the dark world of the forgotten.

"Thanks. I have no idea how you know my given name, but I'd rather you called me Ellie."

"Sorry, Ellie."

"Are you the owner of this place?"

The blonde motioned to the dangerous-looking redhead behind him.

She knew she should fear them, but there was nothing inside of her heart. "I need a job. Are you hiring? I can dance."

The blonde laughed. He looked over his shoulder at the red-headed man. "She doesn't have a clue."

He turned back to her as if he had said nothing to the man who was clearly his boss. "My name is Ian. And this is Master Liam…" He pointed at the rigid redheaded man.

"What are you after?"

The club's music filled the silence between them.

Ian smirked. "Master Liam would like a dance."

Ellie gazed over Ian's blonde hair and his features-his eyes were the same blue as the sea, and his face was wide and rugged. He looked like a portrait of a Viking.

Master Liam extended his hand in a silent command to dance. She looked back at the handsome Viking. Liam was a threat, but so was Ian. Was it better to go after a powerful man who she wasn't attracted to in hopes of getting a job, or was it better to forget her chance of getting hired and stay with the handsome Viking?

For once Ellie wondered what it was like to feel something-anything. If she was normal, would she blush? Would her lust move her nearer to him? Instead, she only felt the dull emptiness inside of her breast. Was there truly life without emotion?

Ellie slipped her hand into Master Liam's. He led her to the dance floor, but she could sense Ian's eyes upon her.

Master Liam moved in a stiff, archaic way and his hands never strayed from her waist. Not that she minded. It was nice not to be groped. What kind of dancer would Ian be?

She looked back at her table. Ian stared at her with a hunger in his eyes. She dropped her gaze. If he wanted her, he didn't act the part.

Master Liam said nothing to her as she looked up into his face. His eyes were filled with lust and they slowly danced their way to the farthest recess of the dance floor. His cold hands forced her head back and she stared up at the ceiling.

He pushed her against the wall.

He slowly bent down, taking each movement in his own unhurried time. He inhaled and blew his chilled breath against the skin of her neck.

He wasn't the man she wanted, but a job was a job-however she had to get it. Liam leaned in, and instead of kissing her lips, he pressed his face into her neck and caressed her skin with his icy lips.

She drew in a breath and her pulse quickened.

His teeth pierced her skin, and she started to shriek, but his hand clamped down over her opening lips. She struggled but as he drained her, weakness won. A fire burned where his teeth dug into her flesh. Acid filled her veins.

With her last thought, she envisioned the white rose on the stranger's lapel. No emotion, no hope…





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The following review is my opinion and not a paid review. I was given a copy of The Vampire's Hope from the author for a review via Full Moon Bites Book Tours.

Ellie is a dancer who was turned into a vampire by the famous vampire, Master Liam. He takes Ellie to his lair, underground where she is trained on how to use the power that she possess. Powers that she is not aware of that she has. As a human Ellie had no feelings, no one in her life that she cared about or anyone that cared about her. Until she meets Ian an immortal Viking warrior, after she was turned into a vampire. She meets Ian in Master Liams' Liar.

Ian has entered into the vampire's liar to gain information that will help him to save the humans from the vampires. Ian can see the good in Ellie and knows that she has good in her heart. He wants to help her to feel and keep her human emotions. Ian tries to help her not to forget who she was and not to become one of Master Liam's slaves.

Ian and Ellie fall in love with each other. Ellie is not sure if she can trust him or if she is capable of loving anyone. But Ian is so good and sweet to her that she has no choice but to love him. If she wants to escape from the prison that the master has brought her to she will have to trust him.

As I have said more than once I love reading about vampires and the paranormal. If you love reading about vampires and the paranormal then you should read The Vampire's Hope. You would never know that it is a short story. I know that some people don't particularly like reading short stories but with the detail that has gone into the writing of The Vampires's Hope you would be turning the pages so fast that by the time you get to the end you will not have realized how short it was.









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Danica Winters is an Amazon best-selling romance author based in Montana. She is known for writing award-winning books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and often a touch of magic. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Montana Romance Writers, and Greater Seattle Romance Writers. She is a contributor to magazines, websites, and news organizations. She enjoys spending time with friends and family, the outdoors, and the bliss brought by the printed word.







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Thursday, November 29, 2012

Blog Tour: (Interview + Giveaway) Fledge By J.A. Huss




I would like to welcome J.A. Huss to The Avid Reader today. Thanks for stopping by J.A. Please be sure and check out J.A.'s novel Fledge the second book in the I Am Just Junco series. Check out my interview with J.A. I also have an excerpt for you to read. Oh and be sure to enter the giveaway before you leave.




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Junco Coot can't even remember her trip off Earth; she was too busy being morphed into her new avian body. But reality hits her hard when she wakes up to find her new life is not what she expected. Not even close. Tier is on trial for disobeying his commander's kill order and only Junco seems to care.

In most places the avian coming-of-age Fledge ritual would be nothing more than mass murder, but here in the capital city of Amelia, it's called growing up. Junco has no choice; either fight to the death to prove her worth or get sent back to Earth in the hands of her enemies.

Her new military team is hostile, her body is being taken over by an illicit artificial intelligence, the avian president wants her dead, and her only friend is a ten-year old throwaway boy.

On a foreign habitat, in a foreign culture, and surrounded by people she can't trust or count on, Junco must find a way to save herself and Tier without losing her immortal soul in the process.





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Fledge




"You will come with us, Junco. We will have that conversation now."

I don't even open my eyes. "No, I don't think so, Lucan." I take another puff and blow rings, eyes still closed.

"Junco," Ashur growls at me. "You will come."

"Fuck off. You can try and make me come with you, if you think it's worth it. But I'm not going unless you plan on shooting and drugging me again. I'm not going anywhere with either of you as long as I have a choice." I open my eyes, shade them with my hand, and then sit up. "You both fucked up. I'm not your friend." I point my cigar at Ashur. "And I'm not your…" I stop and look at Lucan because I'm not at all sure what I am to him. "… whatever it is you thought I was."

Ashur's fingers grab me and yank me to my feet, my cigar goes flying, and I overcompensate and stumble backwards a few paces. I want to get angry, but I force it down and then bend over to pick up my cigar to wait it out.

Lucan breaks our standoff. "Ashur, please leave us now."

Ash shakes his head at Lucan. "No way. I'm not leaving."

Lucan smiles like Ash is a toddler. "You are, Ashur. Immediately. Or I will have you forcibly removed. You are evoking far more anger in her than I am, so let me handle this."

I look back and forth between the two of them and my head throbs a little as I clench my teeth in frustration.

Ashur walks back into the building and I watch until he's no longer visible through the transparent doors. I look back at Lucan, but he just stands there, staring at me. I realize after a few seconds that he's scrolling in his own data display, reading something. It's the same look he got when he was telling me about the Vegas planet pad takeover. Distant and searching.

Is that how I looked in the testimony room? I sure fucking hope not, otherwise he knows.

"I know you lied in testimony, Junco."

Shit.

"I just can't figure out how exactly. The drugs were fully accepted into your profile, your vitals screamed the textbook readout of someone under the influence, and you never acted out of character. Nonetheless, I know you lied."

I smile. "Well, good fucking luck with that one, Lucan. Maybe you avians are allowed to make shit up like that and get away with it. I wouldn't know, not my world after all. But I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I know you lied, Junco," he continues, "because not twenty minutes before your testimony Tier admitted to breaking the treaty."

"Maybe his memory isn't so good, Lucan. I, on the other hand, have perfect recall."

"What did he say to you in the testimony room, Junco?"

"He said, Don't trust them."

I watch his face when he realizes I'm telling the truth.

"Pretty good advice, if you ask me. I'm gonna take it now."

I turn to walk towards the doors but he reaches out, not unkindly, and touches my shoulder. And then we are in the darkness of space and I fall forward as my mind adjusts to the nothingness below me. His hand reaches out again and steadies me. I'm steady, but he doesn't let go.

"Junco," he starts, then stops to breathe. "You've asked a few questions since we first met, but I am more surprised at the ones you don't ask."

I wait it out, not to try and gain momentum or anything, I'm just too tired to give a shit.

"Still nothing?"

I look up at him then. "No, Lucan. Nothing. I just don't care."

"What do you care about, then?"

"Well, I could tell you - but then you'd just take it away from me like I'm a child that needs to be punished."

"Do you not want honesty, Junco? Isn't that what you've always been after?"

"It's really not all that important right now, so no thanks. My interest in you, like I said, is gone."

"You'll turn down the answers? Take ignorance instead? Just to be stubborn."

"No, that's not it at all, Lucan. Sure, I'd like the truth, but getting it from you is like burning wood infested with wheat beetles. It heats your house for a while, but the poisonous fumes kill you before you're warm anyway, so what's the point."

"Who will you accept it from, then? If not me? Ashur? Isten? Braun?"

"Tier."

He laughs, a genuine hearty laugh, and it makes me flash with heat. "Ah, yes. You mean the one who instructed Ashur to plant spying devices in your bedroom? He's perfect."

I smile up at him. "You don't get it do you?" I wait for his complete attention. "It doesn't matter what Tier did before. I granted him absolution back on Earth for all of it. It doesn't matter if he spied on me himself, or if he killed Charlie, or even if he was the one who turned me into this monster. None of it matters, because he was forgiven. It's a done deal."

He stares down at me, his features hardening as the seconds tick off.

Patience and inertia are not the same thing.

He taps my shoulder and we are back in the grass at Fledge. The sky is dark around us. "Well, I guess your secret is out then, right?"

I shake out another cigar and touch it to the striker, inhaling and exhaling before answering. "It's never been a secret, Lucan. You had me pegged right at the start. From the 039 with their plasmas at my head after morph, to the little speech about how sweet talk doesn't work on you. You got it in one. But you know what I don't understand?"

He turns away, so I don't wait.

"Why you let yourself be drawn into my little act. The stars, Lucan? Please, that is so predictable."

He turns back and I expect anger at the very least, but he hands me indifference. "If you interfere with what I am doing, Junco, I will be forced to punish you."

"Like I said that first day in the hallway, Lucan - death means nothing to me. I can kill myself tonight and be one hundred percent satisfied with how things end. Or you can kill me right now and be done with all of it. Because that's the only way you'll know for sure that Tier will die at the end."

I'm slammed onto the ground before I can blink, a sharp pain throbbing up the side of my face. I spread out my arms, crucifix style, and close my eyes to block him out. "Do it," I whisper.

But the fractions pass and I know he's gone.





INTERVIEW

J.A. Huss




The Avid Reader: When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer?

J.A. Huss: Ever since I was a little girl I had always wanted to write a novel, but it wasn't until 2012 that I decided to make it happen.

The Avid Reader: What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book?

J.A. Huss: I don't remember not being able to read - I was reading around four, I think.

The Avid Reader: What genre of books do you enjoy reading?

J.A. Huss: Hands down it is science fiction, but I have a soft spot for paranormal romance. I have a PNR series in the works, although it won't be pretty and sweet. All my characters have to earn their keep, they might get their happily ever after in the end (because it's a romance, after all) but they gotta earn it! No freeloaders!

The Avid Reader: What is your favorite book?

J.A. Huss: My favorite book is Woken Furies by Richard K. Morgan. This book is the last in a trilogy about a ruthless killer who comes back to his home planet after hundreds of years of crime and soldiering and gets sucked back into local politics as he carries out a revenge agenda.

I love this book because it's a deep character-driven novel disguised in an awesome twisty plot and filled with just about every science fiction element you can think of. This is a story about people more than anything, and lots of readers never got that about the book. I try to make my stories the same way in that they are always about the characters, not the action going on in the plot - even though there is a lot of action and a lot of twistiness in my books as well.

The Avid Reader: You know I think we all have a favorite author. Who is your favorite author and why?

J.A. Huss: Richard K. Morgan. He's my current favorite author and actually his Takeshi Kovacs series was a major influence on the creation of Junco Coot, the main character in my new science fiction series, I Am Just Junco. I wanted to explore what it would be like to be a soldier who was as hard and ruthless as Kovacs, except from a young female perspective. I think we could fill up an afternoon chatting about that and stay away from the other junk.

The Avid Reader: If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why?

J.A. Huss: I'd travel forward about a thousand years. I'd like to see how all this stuff shakes out and what kind of scientific secrets we've uncovered in that time.

The Avid Reader: When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task?

J.A. Huss: I never write unless I know exactly where I'm going, so the writing part is easy. Sometimes I do struggle to come up with original ideas, but I think that is a problem for all writers.

The Avid Reader: Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets?

J.A. Huss: I have five dogs, two cats, two donkeys, a parrot, and more ducks and chickens than I can count!

The Avid Reader: What is your "to die for", favorite food/foods to eat?

J.A. Huss: Thanksgiving dinner. Yum!

The Avid Reader: Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author?

J.A. Huss: Learn now to plot a story correctly and I promise, it will all fall into place.







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J. A. Huss never took a creative writing class in her life. Some would say it shows. Others might cut her some slack. She did however, get educated and graduated from Colorado State University with a B.S. in Equine Science. She had grand dreams of getting a Ph.D. but while she loves science, she hated academia and settled for a M.S. in Forensic Toxicology from the University of Florida.

She went on to write science curriculum for homeschoolers and now runs a successful home business that creates and offers online science unit studies. When she's not writing science curriculum or fiction, she works as a farm inspector, traveling the Eastern Plains of Colorado in variety of environmentally friendly vehicles that never have four-wheel drive, so when she gets stuck in the mud in said vehicles, she has to beg for assistance from anyone who will help her. She is not bitter about that at all.

She's always packing heat and she is owned by two donkeys, five dogs, more chickens and ducks than she can count, and of course, the real filthy animals, her kids. The I Am Just Junco series was born after falling in love with the ugliest part of Colorado and the Rural Republic is based on the area of the state she currently resides in, minus the mutants, of course.







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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Blog Tour: (Guest Post + Giveaway) Veiled Mist By Eleanor T. Beaty




I would like to welcome Eleanor T. Beaty to The Avid Reader today. Thanks for stopping by Eleanor. Please be sure and check out Eleanor's novel Veiled Mist. Please be sure to check out my guest post with Eleanor on "My obstacle to be conquered as a writer" . Oh and be sure to enter the giveaway before you leave.




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On the Caribbean island of Maurray, spoiled-rotten, fifteen-year-old Hanna wakes up to a nightmare. She is not the daughter of an aristocrat but the orphan of a Gypsy. She is the descendant to a mystical Gypsy tribe. Their magic is strong and has lasted six hundred years. Ornella, the tribe's guardian, arrives at the island with her mutt, Count Dracula, to guide Hanna. Hanna is told she must embrace her heritage or die at the ripe age of seventeen. But Hanna does the unthinkable, she chooses death. She hates Gypsies and would rather die. What she doesn't know is that her death will destroy the entire tribe. What she also doesn't know is how persuasive Ornella can be. The nightmare begins.





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Caribbean Island of Maurray

The wind blasted against her face, blowing her hair back and filling her mouth with a bitter taste.

Hanna covered her head with her hands. Oh, my God. Her hair was stiff and knotted, like a freaking bird's nest. No way. Her hair did not knot. No knots. Ever. Hanna pulled on a strand, intending to untangle it and screamed. Besides knotting her hair, the wind was changing its color? Brown…deadpan brown? The color…of dog poop. Never would she be caught with that vile color. She would rather be dead than have that hair color. What had happened to her beautiful bright-gold, shiny hair?

She screamed at her brother John to close the window and fought her way to her hairbrush which hovered in the air, taunting her, daring her to grab it. Hanna's hand shot out. She stretched her arm. She was but inches from the brush's black handle…she almost had it…John hadn't moved. Hanna was about to call out to him again when a dark shadow covered the window. She froze and dropped her hand as she saw a face with sagging, dry skin and hollowed cheeks. His bald head, more of a skull with a thin layer of skin stretched over it, had black sores the size of squashed grapes, oozing pus. He looked mummified.

Mummy-Man's meatless lips parted exposing rotten teeth. The anger in his sunken eyes as he jumped onto the windowsill held the only telltale sign of life. His bony fingers grabbed the window frame and he sprang towards Hanna. Hanna faltered back until she hit the wall. Mummy-Man let out an angry roar, blasting Hanna with the smell of rotten, decayed flesh. Hanna gagged. She had a sensitive stomach, any strong smell made her gag, if not throw up. Even in her dreams? Hanna held her breath so as not to barf.

John stepped back and looked up at the ceiling, unaware of the danger. Hanna yelled at John as Mummy-Man's hand shot to grab him. John continued to look up, as if he weren't there. Didn't he see the disgusting creature inches away?

Hanna screamed at John again, telling him to duck. Bang, the shutter crashed against the outside wall. Mummy-Man and John were sucked violently out. The hairbrush followed. Hanna tried to call after John, but instead released a snort. She opened her eyes. Had she really snorted? Like a pig? She gasped and covered her mouth.

How disgusting.

A pig.

Hanna swallowed. Her mouth tasted foul. Even more disgusting than the snort. Gross. Hanna's right hand shot out from under the sheets and grabbed the glass of water by her bed. She took a large gulp, swished it around her mouth and swallowed. She did not want to throw up. A second swish took the bad taste away. She lay back down.

Why was her room so bright? Why were the shutters wide open? She sat up in bed and saw the large portrait of Princess Diana hanging lopsided on the wall opposite the window. Oh, no, had her dream come true? She ran her hands through her hair. A sigh of relief left her plump lips as she found no knots. She inspected several strands. She was still blond. Hanna eyed the Princess, her idol, whose shy smile and bright blue eyes had captured the world. There wasn't even a breeze, so why was Lady Di lopsided?

The sweet perfume of daylilies drifted in from the garden patch below Hanna's window as Hanna climbed out of bed and stretched. Their fragrance and the sunlight eased her feverish mind, pushing the nightmare aside. She turned to the fireplace and her eyes went wide. Her heart pounded inside her head and the scream that came out of her mouth resounded through the Williams' English-style mansion. The ten-bedroom brick house, with its impeccable flowerbeds and design hedges, was located in Maurray City's most elite neighborhood, the King James. The neighbors were far enough not to have heard Hanna, but that would not be the case for the other residents of the prestigious mansion: John Williams III, his estranged, but strangely still attached wife Camilla, and John, their offspring, were all jolted awake. However, it wasn't any of them who came to find out why Hanna was screaming.

It was Vani, the five-foot Guatemalan housekeeper. She hurried into the room and came to a halt a few feet from Hanna, who stood near her bed facing the fireplace.

Vani looked around the room. She stretched her neck to check the red couch facing the terrace doors in the small living room, then gave Hanna a quick inspection. "What, Miss Hanna? Why you scream?" Vani looked around again. "Someone here?"

Hanna stood frozen, her eyes were all that moved, from the fireplace to the maid and back. Her lips seemed to be glued shut, or her jaw muscles were frozen, whichever it was, she just couldn't speak. Vani clapped her hands a few inches from Hanna's face, missing Hanna's nose by inches. Hanna jolted back to life and turned to glare at Vani. Rage, she felt rage.

Vani gasped as Hanna leaned into her with a deranged look on her face.

"Oh, devil's look," Vani hissed under her breath. She raised her arms to block any possible blows. "Miss Hanna, stop acting like that. You possessed by bad spirit."

"What happened to my doll?" Hanna finally yelled. Her words came out in a burst, forcing Vani to look away as spittle sprayed her face.

Vani took two steps back. "What doll?"

Hanna jabbed a finger at the mantle where her antique French doll stood inside its thick glass case, with both arms lying on the bottom. "I only have one doll. How did her arms fall off?"

Vani turned her black eyes to the doll and shuddered. "Doll is old. Maybe arms get tired…"

Hanna continued to glare at Vani. The shudder, Hanna didn't like the shudder. Why did Vani always shudder when Hanna mentioned the doll? "You moved it, didn't you?"

Vani took another step back. "No…no…I don't come in while you sleeping."

"Liar." Hanna picked up her shoe and threw it at Vani. "Liar."

Vani ducked. "I never touch…that…evil doll." Vani made the sign of the cross as she retreated to the door.

"I'm going to tell my grandfather you broke my doll."

"Go, tell what you want, chica loca," Vani hissed, ducking out as Hanna threw the second shoe.

The shoe hit the door and chipped off a flake of white paint. Only when the shoe fell to the floor did Hanna realize what she had just done. She looked at her shaking hands as if they belonged to someone else. Then she slumped onto the bed crying.

There was a hole inside her chest. A huge dark hole…a loss, she had lost something. Hanna turned to the doll. She wished she could hug it and make the pain go away. The eighteenth-century doll, with its delicate features, diamond tiara and yellow-laced gown, was all she had left of her mother. That doll gave Hanna great comfort every day. It was her mother Marie watching over her. Marie, a descendant of the French aristocracy, had died in childbirth. On Hanna's fifth birthday, her grandfather John II had brought the doll and placed it on the mantelpiece. For ten years it hadn't been moved, so she thought. How could this happen? Now her doll looked like a cheap prop from a B-horror film. Hanna shuddered. Oh, my God, she'd shuddered? Was shuddering contagious?

Maybe Vani was right, but not about the doll. There was something evil going on. Something evil had broken her doll. The shutters banged again, making Hanna jump. She stared at the window and wiped her face. She had locked those shutters before going to bed. She was sure of it. Hanna stood and walked over to the window. She pulled the shutters closed, then changed her mind and threw them open, fastening them to the slip-hooks on the outside wall.

No, the doll wasn't evil. Hanna twisted around and made her way back to the fireplace. She placed a gentle kiss on the glass case and headed to the bathroom to get ready for school. Her mind stayed with the doll while her green eyes watched her hand comb her blond strands; a robot doing its routine chore. She would get it fixed. Hanna applied black mascara and some gloss to her lips, wondering if the doll's arms falling off could be an omen.

Omens were an obsession with her grandmother Elizabeth; she saw omens in everything and everywhere. While some on the island called Elizabeth a witch, Hanna thought of her as spiritual, albeit eerie. Vani called her Chupacabra, the mythical goat-bloodsucking demon creature. Last week, when Hanna had told Elizabeth she'd dreamt of a hand stabbing her doll in the back, her grandmother explained it forewarned betrayal. Elizabeth told Hanna to be vigilant. Her grandmother didn't like the doll. Hanna wondered what she would say about the doll's fallen arms. As she headed across the bedroom, the shutters banged again. Hanna twirled around wide-eyed. That was not possible. Shutters didn't get loose from those hooks. Did they? Perhaps the hooks were weak.

She went back to her bed and slipped her hand under her pillow and removed an old, faded black-and-white picture of a young woman sitting sideways smiling at the camera. Marie wore her dark-blond hair up in a loose bun known as the French twist. Her mother had a kind face. Her almond-brown eyes and small full lips held a childish innocence. Her beaded evening gown spilled to the floor around her legs. She wore a delicate diamond necklace and matching diamond earrings.

The photo was quite creased from all the nights Hanna held it under her pillow while falling asleep. She wished she had more pictures, but her grandmamma told her Marie was extremely shy, a recluse almost, and didn't allow her picture to be taken. This had been an exception, taken two days before her entire family had been wiped out during an earthquake in France. Poor Marie's life had been a sequence of tragedies. Hanna kissed the picture and put it away in the bedside table drawer as she did every morning so no one would touch it. She would give anything to have known her.

In the kitchen she found John eating a large bowl of honey-puff cereal. The thirteen-year-old geek couldn't be more different from Hanna. In looks, he took after his mother Camilla, dark-blond hair and brown eyes. As to his high IQ, that was a mystery. Hanna sat down next to John and looked at the bowl with a yellow mush. "Vani, is this diet banana?"

"Yes, yes. Diet banana," Vani called from within the pantry.

John had told Hanna that the "diet banana" was a lie, invented by Vani to get around Hanna's demand for a fruit larger than a grape, with only fifty calories. Hanna didn't believe him.

"So, what happened? Did your Prada shoes run off with your Versace bag?" John asked.

Hanna paused to consider if John might have messed with her doll. She watched him stuff a large spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

John felt her stare. "What?"

"Did you happen to sneak into my room this morning?"

"Ha, ha. I don't have a death wish. Why? What's missing?"

"Someone broke my doll's arms."

John shuddered and Hanna caught him doing it. "What's with all the shuddering? That doll is not evil."

John took another spoonful of cereal and turned back to watch Hanna.

"I have to get it fixed," Hanna said. She ate the mush and drank her lemon juice.

"Get what fixed?"

"The doll, John, the doll. Is there anything stuck in my teeth?"

"Mush doesn't stick to teeth. Grandmamma might know of someone."

She might, but Hanna wouldn't ask her. Grandmamma would use the excuse to disappear with it. But her grandfather would help. "Maybe Grandpapa." Hanna took out her phone and hit speed dial. John II didn't pick up. He always picked up for her. Why wasn't he picking up? Had something happened to him?

John's face lit up. "Did you talk to him about the car?"

"Not yet. I think there's still time for that."

John wanted their grandfather's 1960 Mustang for his sixteenth birthday. He knew their paternal grandfather had a soft spot for Hanna.

The doorbell rang. That would be Thomas, their driver, letting them know it was time to go. John grabbed his backpack while Hanna grabbed her Chanel handbag and one notebook. The two headed for the limousine. Hanna pressed redial as she walked out the front door, but hung up before the phone began to ring. It had been no nightmare. In the daylily patch beneath her window was a blackened area the shape of a body. Mummy-man.





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My obstacle to be conquered as a writer.




I was born speaking two languages at the same time. Literally, at the same time. English and Portuguese. Both at home and at school we spoke a word of one, two of the other, at most three of one in a row. Never one entire sentence in one language. It wasn't even something we realized. We just changed from one to the other without a thought. When I left high school, the American school in Sao Paulo, I thought I was proficient in both languages. When I began college in the US, I found my English was pitiful.

My first few tests came back with low grades, not because I didn't study, but because I misunderstood the question. Wow, how embarrassing. I had to turn to the excuse that my English was a second language and then convince the teachers to allow me to retake the tests. I realized I had two second languages!

Once I realized that I would read the test questions several times before answering. I found it was easier for me to get an A in French than in English. I had spent a year in boarding school in Switzerland. French is a Latin based language and many of the words are similar. Besides the similarity, I had to become fluent in French fast because the Swiss refused to give you a break. You either spoke to them in their language or you got ignored. In many ways I agree with their attitude. It's their country.

One of the biggest differences between the two languages is the sentence structure. They are practically opposite. When writing, I get the two confused and have to go back several times, read it out loud and still I'm not sure I have it right. I actually don't write in Portuguese because I think in English. That is the language my thoughts and stories flow in.

Writing is my passion. Stories just keep popping in my head. So many, I wish I were a faster writer. And the reason I'm not is because I'm still unsure of my English. Rewrites are a constant. Typos and distraction don't help. What to do when you have all the imagination in the world but your style might be off because your brain keeps scrambling the languages. For me it was chose one and do everything in that one language. I watch films and TV shows, news, I read and write in English. The only thing I read in Portuguese is the newspaper. But still that isn't enough.

For many years I searched for someone who would work with me, not only finding my typos, but making sure my structures were correct, my words were the right ones, and my sentences were clear and made sense. And I for years I didn't find anyone interested in giving me more than a superficial editing. I wanted and still want to learn. I want to get better with each book. I needed someone who would coach me. Push me; be willing to tell me when a scene wasn't good enough, even if it cut me to pieces. That was my dream in life!

After spending money and time on many who didn't seem to get what I wanted, I actually gave up for a while. I joined sites where writers critiqued each other. I did learn quite a bit, but that only goes so far. Then I decided to take another chance and it paid off. I finally found someone and I thank God every day for that.

The first book we worked on together I spent many moments in tears. I began to wonder if I was good enough. I thought I was unworthy of calling myself a writer. I was creative but that wasn't enough. My husband would come home to either a furious wife or a waterfall. He couldn't understand why I kept putting myself through that. One day I made a comment, which my coach took the wrong way, and the next thing I know, he's telling me he will never work with me again after we finished that first book.

Wow! I felt like I was getting a divorce from a husband of thirty years! Abandoned and lost and desperate, those were my feelings. I begged him for forgiveness and at the end he accepted my apology. From then on I was vigilant with every comment I made.

He pushed and I came through feeling great with myself. I still work with him and hope to do so for many years. I am truly honored that he took the time to help me grow. He taught me to accept criticism with out taking it personally. That is one big step, as writers see their writings as their children. But children we share with the world, and so we should do the same with our writing.

Will I ever be independent? I don't think so because all writers will always need an outsider to help us make sure that what we see in our heads is what we show on paper. And then there are my two second languages!







ABOUT THE AUTHOR






Veiled Mist author

I am Brazilian born and raised, of American parents. I live in Sao Paulo with my third husband and children. I studied at the American school in Brazil, in boarding schools in Switzerland and the US. I have a BA in English Literature from FIU. I published a YA trilogy in Brazil and another YA novel in Turkey in 2001, now in its fifth edition. My passion is history and spiritualism. Besides Veiled Mist, I have another YA novel, Fallen Ruler, being released soon.







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