After his family relocated, 18 years old Alexander soon realizes that
something about their new house is strange. When his younger brother
disappears, Alexander will go to any length to find him. Even if it
takes him under the bed.
Amber Eyes: Karma Bites! Illusions: Everything isn't as it seems. The Hangman: Divine intervention can change the course of one's life. Demons: The Earth is taken over. Vampires vs. Zombies: Herrous awakens to feed upon the next Zombie Apocalypse. Sacred Ground: Don't enter if you are a sinner. Demon Slayer: A professional demon slayer meets his match. Hell Hound: A couple move into a country home surrounded by death. Circle of Death: Two unsuspecting men dig up a curse. Decrepit: Family is not always what it seems. The Scythe: Death is supposed to take lives, not save them.
WHAT IS YOUR PASSION? The deeper we go into who we are, the easier it
is to find our passion. A passion is anything we love doing,
celebrating, or hold near and dear to our heart. Do what you love. Your
passion can be anything creative!
Compassion is within us all, we just need to delve deeper to find it.
When we have compassion for ourselves, everyone else falls into place.
Understand how to be compassionate toward yourself and those around you.
She didn't only touch his heart... she touched his soul.
year old Eric Holtzer didn't know what hit him when he first
encountered Vivian DuCrane in the hotel lobby. Being a Prince from
another country did have its benefits--awesome benefits, such as booze,
fast cars, and women, but Vivian was something special--and she was
about to turn his world upside down!
After long bouts of unhappiness, I
discovered something buried within me. What I kept buried deep inside me
was joy and happiness. At times I did not deeply love myself and
others, I did not love with compassion, or see myself as one with
others. Unhappiness stems from our pain and suffering, but we can let go
of unhappiness. This journey is not easy and after digging through the
pain and fear, I found happiness.
The reality of it is this: writing has always been a struggle for me and it has constantly been a part of me no matter what I'm doing. Writing is always in the back of my mind.
How does one find the time to write?
I work from home and that makes it easier for me to write while sitting at my desk waiting for the writing bug to take hold. It doesn't always happen and when it does, I roll with it with ease. Does that describe every day? NO! There are days when I do not feel like writing and that is okay. Not all writers feel the need to create all the time. There have been weeks or months that go by when I cannot write at all. The creative juices are not there to spur me on.
Whenever us writers feel the innate desire to write, we do it without thinking about it. The creative mind does not ever disappear. I believe it just goes dormant for a while and takes a break. That is alright by me seeing as how I am a mother of two, a wife, business partner, and along with my many other jobs around the house, writing should not take center stage all the time.
Do what you love and do it with vigor!
Always find the time to write when time allows it!
Warning: This book contains mature language and themes and is suitable for 18+ only.
To be enjoyed by those who are looking for a biker MC Adult Series with bad language, drama, badasses, and sensitive scenes.
They take them, and I find them!
Chasing abductors that take children is something I take very seriously. I track down these kids and their abductors.
I go to Europe to track down ‘Jake the Snake’. He is the one that took Catlin and I could not allow him to slip through my fingers again. With Joseph, and the Fierce MC’s help, I need to find this little girl before it’s too late. If Catlin is not alive, I might find myself in a dire situation and I need to decide if the Fierce MC is where I need to be!
Finding that writing sanctuary can be difficult and rewarding all at the same time. distinguish between what you desire from what you wish to toss out when discovering a place to write your thoughts down. If the place is rot with disturbances, then it will not work or extend your mind to continue writing. Always keep in mind: your positive thoughts about your place to write, your happiness, and you desire to write. Without these, you do not have a writing sanctuary.
When writing, I sort through how I will remove any outside stimuli in order to concentrate how I will write and how much I will accomplish. When silence is your circle, ensure it encircles your entire being and area. If noise encourages you to write, play music or whatever enables you to keep writing.
I find that music allows my thoughts to expand and grow when I write, especially if the music adheres to what I am writing. I seek out tunes that give me that passion to keep going for a longer period of time. Without music, I can also write, but I feel it is not as thought provoking or expanded.
For the writer, writing is tedious and sometimes draining work. We love it with our whole heart and soul when we turn out page after page. When there are only a few words on the page, we mourn out creativity and continue to push our minds forward. At times this can be detrimental to our writing when nothing bursts forth. I know this personally. If I try too hard, nothing grows. Try not so hard and just allow it to flow. That flow will move you further than harsh forward movement.
All creatives know when the creative feeling overcomes them. This is the time to relish in the creative energy and move with it. Move like the muscles of a weight lifter and extinguish anything that might interrupt your current movement. At times this is difficult, but keep moving forward, no matter what anyone tells you...
Have tunnel vision and wish to open yourself up to other modes of writing and creating? We all get it from time to time and the cure is to write, just write or create, just create. Every creative knows what they should be doing and by doing it we make ourselves happier, healthier people, but the doing can be the difficult part when there is so little time in the day to do what we love.
Life can get in the way of our creative side and we have to be realistic when we allow that side to flourish.
Is it making us money?
Does it truly make us happy?
If you answered yes to both or yes to one, then evaluate the happiness part. If happiness does not go hand in hand with what you are doing creatively, you are doing something that does not coincide with your heart, mind, and soul.
I've seen this hundreds of times and I've done it hundreds more. Writing for me is like breathing! I feel like I can finally EXHALE! The inhaling part comes when I sit down and begin to write. No matter what your passion, run with it and enjoy. Always say Thanks to whatever has brought you to the point of true happiness and true creativity.
Once we learn new avenues concerning our creative path we can finally walk it or run on it. Lately, new ideas have streamed into my already crowded brain and given me more insight to how I should go about creating new aspects of writing. I have always been the creative, so why not jump onto that train and learn all I can so this brain of mine can create more interesting things in the future.
As an author, have you ever glanced in a reflective surface and disliked what you see?
All the time, right?
Give yourself a break and see each word, each sentence, and every chapter as a learning experience that is leading you to something great. As a writer, look back at what has already been published and be amazed at how far you've come. Am I am best seller? Have I written some pretty good stuff? Not yet and yes, but something better is coming on the horizon and it will happen. You just need to keep #writing and someday a terrific piece will shine through.
Everyday I tell myself to focus on that something great and everyday a sentence or a chapter surpasses what I've written before.
Yes, it is.
For me writing has always been in my heart and soul. Now it resides deeper inside of me. It has become an integral part of who I am as a person.
Are you frustrated with writing?
At times that is all it takes to keep doing what you love.
I have stopped writing for many reasons in the past.
I have writer's block, I don't want to do it anymore, or time was not on my side to write.
Whatever the case, if writing reflects who you are, keep coming up with places and scenarios for yourself and your writing.
That reflection will truly pay off in the long run.
For me, writing gets out what is within my mind and soul. It is like a purge to me. I feel the need to write and when I do write for long periods of time, a feeling of lightness comes over me.
Love What You Write!
If you do not love what you write, then it is time to chalk it up to experience and move on. I did many times, but I always came back to writing. Everyone needs a break and if you don't love your image as a writer, then it is time to give it up or change it.
We run into another immune human, a woman, and discover the torrid,
solitary life she lives. Our venture in this apocalypse doesn't end
there...even the cemeteries have come alive as we head back to the radio
This is where Darren and I will live out our lives!
Tweeting nowadays is like watching numerous ships at sea moving swiftly toward their destinations. It can be chaotic and challenging for anyone following you.
Messages so go out every day and #sowhat if they do. The main goal is to get your messages out there on social media. Just tweet/message your merchandise and build your audience so others will follow you and help you endorse your product. By adding the #sowhat tag to some of your tweets/messages others will take notice. When adding this hashtag make sure it is at the end of your tweet. This ensures your message will get across to your readers.
Be ethical in your marketing and messages when adding this tag at the end of your tweet/message. Use it wisely and make sure you are not saying this about others. You would never want someone to use it against you so do yourself a favor and use it only on your own tweets. Many followers might find it funny and will #retweet it because of the humor.
No one wants to feel as if their tweets/messages are being lost down the deep well. To make sure this doesn't happen tweet often but be sensitive about what you are saying to others. Never retweet/message the same stuff over and over again. Readers will lose interest, guaranteed!
Change it up and add your messages to other forms of social media like Facebook, Instagram, and whatever social networking site you are on. Some of these sites will pass on your message automatically (if you have this set up) to other sites, which saves time and energy. I personally like the fact that if I type a message on Facebook my Twitter will see if within seconds.
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Eating vegan to me has become a weekly
dining experience. I choose a weeklong diet of vegan meals to cleanse my body
of the dairy and wheat products ingested during my regular vegetarian diet.
There have been times when the vegan diet just sticks with me for a month or
so. Vegan meals can taste incredible and with my recipes, eating vegan is quick
and easy and tastes amazing. By adding more fresh fruits and vegetables to my
diet, my energy went up, and my lethargy dropped. I have found that by getting
rid of salty and sugary foods I feel better, have more energy, and choose
better food to eat.
After eating without thinking for so many
years, I finally decided to change the way I eat. Instead of just putting any
food into my body, I decided to find a way to eat differently. After reading through
recipes over the net and discovering that spicy and salty foods did not
coincide with me, I decided to create my own heart-healthy recipes. This short recipe
book is what I love to dine on.
I have in my Cupboard and Fridge
These are just some of the items I keep on
hand at all times. There are many other dried goods I have as a backup in an
emergency kind of meals. I love fresh, frozen, then canned foods and in that
order. Fresh is best, but when I cannot find what I need at the farmer’s market
I buy frozen.
All pet owners have wondered what our animals want
to say to us. Some of our pets will sit and stare at us, as if attempting to
tap into our psyche’s and inform us of some dire news. Are they ill, hungry,
thirsty? Or maybe they just want a new bed in a different color. What do they
have to communicate, and are we listening?
Not all of us are hearing their plight, but we can
hone in with our intuition and gain a better understanding of what they are
thinking. Some pets just want to play or chew on a ball of yarn, and still
others want to go for a walk. Most of us are in-tune with our feathery, furry,
and finned friends and know right away what they need. Wouldn’t it be nice to
delve deeper and have a really meaningful communication with them?
Of course it would be great to know every aspect
of their lives, but some things should be left to chance. Once you begin to
know everything about what your pet is thinking, then be prepared for a barrage
of things to slam into you daily.
As an indie writer I have discovered more obstacles than open roads. Each one has taught me what I need to know about being an indie author. Indie authors need to have their capabilities stretched far beyond other writers' knowledge. Learn what you can about the craft and from who ever you can. Other writers that are doing well can be the best teachers. Watch what they do and how they do it. Us indie writers need to have writing know how but we need to be creative on many different levels. When a writer learns how to move through Photoshop they are on the right track to creating covers, unique photographs, and formatting that not only looks great but will draw the reader in.
I appreciate being an indie author because I have no time table.
Editing is a different story, altogether. #amediting is something that takes time and patience. Editing does not come easy for the indie writer. It can be expensive to hire a professional editor and by learning the tricks of the trade an author can edit their own work. Grammerly offers writers an editing tool for writers to be included as an add-on for MS Word. It works wonders and catches most errors writers come into contact with. It does not catch everything but it works for the frugal indie author. If you have an editor at your disposal by all means utilize them and their knowledge. For most indie writers a paid editor is not an option. I had to find another way to ensure my books not only look great, but are readable and error free.
I love the creative resources available to me.
Formatting is not something one can learn overnight. To format properly you need to have a template, like I do, so your interior appears professional. It needs to stand out above other writers and this is no easy task to accomplish. Formatting is difficult, tedious work and can be very rewarding once you have a finished product. Everything publishers do you can do too. Just learn from everyone around you, read articles, and pay for small promotions in order to get your work out there. The indie author can proceed to add their written word to the interior template. When it is completed insert whatever your book requires. It is not simple and I have deleted my work many times due to frustration. Have patience!
All things come in due time and time is all an indie author has.
Be open to new ideas as an indie author.
Make magic happen!
Cover creation is one of my favorite aspects of writing. It allows me to be digitally creative. All those creative juices flow in various directions. Working with pictures can be like an explorer delving into new realms. Deep deeper into Photoshop and begin with a book template. This offers a platform to begin making the best cover you know how to create. Learn by doing!
I have remade so many covers I can not even count. Re-dos have taught me how to properly design a cover that will peak the interest of readers. Once I discarded my own thoughts of how a cover should be, I inserted how is could be. Covers can be amazing and they can be unique. Use your imagination and go to YouTube to find the best places that will assist with that creativity.
This is one cover I created in Photoshop...
The bottom line is... enjoy being an indie author and do not expect miracles to happen, you need to make them happen for yourself. Work hard, promote on Twitter, Facebook, Google+, and other social media outlets. Promotion takes time and building your brand takes time too. Keep pushing forward, offer giveaways with your book, keep writing, and build an informative blog. The best social platform for writers is Twitter. This is my opinion because all others seem to be geared toward other things, but Twitter is working for me and I've been able to gain followers like crazy. I'm up over 21,000 so far and counting!
Our time here on Earth
can be very difficult at times, in my opinion. This place is filled with
obstacles no human can see coming; even if they have knowledge beforehand, it
is virtually impossible to know the outcome of life.
It can be surprising to
discover that our path is littered with pain that eventually causes internal
scarring. Earth seems to be the school of hard knocks when it comes to
learning—and unlearning. The learning aspect falls upon us at every turn, and
the unlearning is how we lose an aspect of ourselves growing up.
Not everyone dissolves
into nothingness. Some rise up and conquer their fears, difficulties, and many
overcome what life has dropped into their laps. Internally we all
struggle—whether we wish to admit it or not—and these struggles are most likely
never discussed with our closest family and friends; even though we could speak
up about them, we don’t.
That struggle is what
stops us from moving forward in this life, and can stifle future change. We all
like to think change happens in the blink of an eye. It doesn’t quite jump out
at us. Change takes time and patience, and for many it may never come. When
looking at what we have endured during our lives, examine your reactions to
every situation that made you cringe.
That wincing was your
first flinch at whatever was told to you that you disliked. It might have been
spoken in such a way that it left a permanent scar upon you and your soul. With
some people it rolls off them like water off a duck’s back. I personally had a
tendency to hold things in, and still do.
The one thing I have
learned about holding back is how unhealthy it really is. It can cause
reactions we really don’t mean. This overloading has transmuted into anger and
frustration—all because I felt my voice was not heard. When we are children our
voices are usually overlooked unless there is a problem concerning our health
#Twitter is all about the #hashtag. I #hashtag until my fingers fall off. #Hashtags enable others to find your posts and discover what you do, sell, or buy. Do the #hashtag each and every day to let others know who you are as a person or company. I'm an #author so #hashtags are in every post I present to my #followers. As I grow, so will my #hashtags and #posts.
I will add things like: #indieauthor, #author, #writingprompt, #ian1, #iartg, and other #hashtags are in my arsenal of tweets. The more the merrier so never forget to #hashtag throughout each and every tweet/post.
#indieauthor: This #hashtag let's others know you are a self-published #author ready to take on #Twitter.
#author: You're an author that #amwriting or #amediting. Keep up the good work and let your #followers know what you are doing at least 5-30 X's a day. I really do!
#writingprompt: Is a visual way of letting people know by posting pictures what #prompt they can add to your post. This post in unique and having your #followers #prompt your post is fun for you to get to know what they are saying and also fun for them to add their comments.
#ian1 & #iartg: Are pages on #Twitter you want to see your posts. Of course, you want everyone you come across to see your posts, so #hashtag away!
Hashtags reveal to your followers what you are attempting to covey to them. I have discovered that there is no way to overdo #hashtags so keep up the #hashtags. Always remember to post HD pictures of your books along with your post. This tells your #followers what they can expect out of you in the future. Post Only Crystal Clear Pictures. You will gain more #followers because of your attention to detail which will add up to a huge #following. I have noticed other #authors posting blurry or unclear pictures. That is a huge #NONO
Do the 80/20 Rule:
This rule is 80% other posts and 20% books (your books). When you post like this, you are more likely to keep your #followers and not lose them because you are not over posting about yourself and your books. You want to keep your #followers following and that is what makes happy #followers. Be ethical while #tweeting and use common sense. #Following want to see good stuff and not crap!
#WriterHashtags:#FridayReads, #FollowFriday, #WordCount, #WriterWednesday, #WritingTip, #BookGiveaway, #AskAgent. There are so many other #hashtags, but these are the commonly used #hashtags for #Twitter.
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It was impossible to believe what my eyes were
observing. This was inconceivable… these torments upon a teenager. Darrin
agreed with me from his position on the other side of the glass window pane. How can someone be so archaic? Mr.
Jacobson sat beside me as I fell into a deep trance, trying to determine what
occurred with his missing daughter—it was not so long ago when I first saw the
picture of her in the cheerleading outfit.
The common details between Faith and Cherrie were
still mysterious as they rolled around my brain. With Sanderson dead, who could
have done this to Cherrie? My mind was unable to connect to the culprit. It was
still buzzing over the house where I was held prisoner by three taunting
suspects. At least Tonja was behind bars; for how long, was anyone’s guess. I
calmed that inner aspect of myself and tried to connect again when a barrage of
images flooded my mind.
was at a football game with her hunky, dark-haired
boyfriend, Ron. His friends teased him to no end because she refused to sleep
with him. It was not in her nature to do that.
Besides she knew that pregnancy would not fit her well.
came to her from the football team to entice her to join a party held at a home
by the river. She agreed as long as Ron attended. They took her and two other
girls with them in their blue convertible Mercedes and took off down the road
after a big game. Ron followed in his black Corvette.
party was hopping when they arrived at the small gathering of cheerleaders and
players. One girl was already three sheets to the wind and leaping into the
enormous swimming pool half naked.
wish to venture any further when the girls hopped
out of the vehicle and began drinking and dancing with the other teens. Ron
took Cherrie into the back bedroom where she argued with him over their
sleeping arrangements. Cherrie slapped his face and exited the home with anger
billowing outward. She walked for hours along the darkened road with no
streetlights to illuminate her passage.
semi-truck driver pulled up alongside her as she stumbled across the gravel
near the asphalt. With tears streaming down her cheeks, this stranger reached
over and opened the passenger door to allow her entrance. His shadowy face
revealed nothing but compassion for this lonely girl crying in her cheerleading
outfit. This was when his face revealed an ominous stare. Soon this man’s
silence penetrated her. She climbed in then maneuvered her body close to the
door where she kept her thoughts to herself. The outer shell of this man
appeared thick and full of hatred. They drove over the road for what seemed like
an hour. Cherrie had told him to pull over and let her out when her street was
near, but he continued onward. With fright, she turned to look over at this
stranger who had given her a lift. In his eyes was something too horrifying for
me to observe. I heard the word, Rape!
I came out of this reading feeling helpless and
scared. She endured something that I could not deal with or wanted to look
further into. Mr. Jacobson’s eyes pried into mine when I cracked one of my eyes
open. He glared down at me as if I were on the courtroom bench being
When you have a psychic gift, Don’t hoard it, share it with the world.
As I stood over the bloodied, twisted corpse, my nerves tangled within over how to write the young woman’s tragedy, let alone tell her parents and the world about her. Horrendous images came to my mind of how to describe what happened to her; how it happened, the circumstances surrounding this case, and of course the perp’s name, whoever he might be. It was too daunting while thinking of my soon to be ex-husband. My rigid body sat at the desk as I mulled over what to write. Mine was a sinister life, observing death through my psychic eye while seeing and feeling everything the victim was feeling. My reflections took me back to the haunting dreams that tormented me as I placed my hands on the keyboard and began to type. Inside my head, I knew where Faith would be found. It was not a pretty sight, but it was something that was a permanent part of my life. This need to know took place daily as my mind raced over what to think of next. How agonizing to believe that true evil was out there, waiting for any unsuspecting person to fall into its clutches. I typed fast, and then slowed when an inaccuracy occurred. This assignment was not for the faint of heart, and those who might accomplish it needed to possess a hardened outer shell to protect them from the monstrosities that walked among us. Again, I relapsed into the past, and my musings directed my gaze to where I spotted the manila envelope from the lawyer’s office. I chose to ignore it, but could not. My hand lifted it up and I ran my fingertips over its smooth edge. It was something that I did with every piece of mail I received. Shaking my head, I inhaled and tried not to allow my mind to wander. It needed to be focused on the task at hand, and my fingers began their dance along the keyboard once again. My hands typed what I had witnessed as my stomach did flops. So I continued on, because this job would never be finished if I did not believe that there was some good left in this world. I began, It was pitch black. She was walking just a few hundred feet from her home when a light green, beat up sedan pulled up alongside her. Her heart raced like a marathon runner inside her chest. “Need a ride?” the husky voice of a man asked from the driver’s seat. “Yeah, that would be nice,” the other man agreed. Faith declined. The driver stumbled over his words as the passenger leaped out and pulled her into the vehicle with them. She screamed, and they laughed at her futile cries for help. Doom possessed her, and she realized that nothing in the world could save her from these men dressed in jeans and dark sweatshirts. When Faith awoke, a small light illuminated the four-cornered bedroom where she was tied to a steel bed frame. With a dry throat she coughed, then gagged at the stench of the room. The two men entered and held her down while instilling horrific torments upon her. She closed her eyes as they beat her repeatedly. Faith pretended to be in another place and time where she felt safe and secure from what was happening to her. When it was over, she could no longer breathe. With pleasure, she released her soul from her body and was finally free of the atrocities that they had thrust upon her. The house that she was in was a green two-story with red trim, and the name Sanderson came to me. I sat breathing heavily.
My defaults were being spread across every newspaper in the country and here I sit behind bars waiting to be executed. They wanted to make me a fault for their exploitations, but that was not who I truly was. Trust. I needed to learn to trust someone, anyone to help me escape this entrapment I was held in.
Will Caitlin, the love of my life come through for me or will I rot until my death date arrives?
Time. It eludes us. There is never enough of it.
We always think there will always be enough time. When it runs out we wish we
had more time to spend with loved ones. No one wishes they could spend more
time with insignificant things except those that believe time never ends. Time
has an ending and when it runs out, that is it. We never get it back.
Sometimes we wish time would turn back so we can
see where we went wrong. Time evades us for as long as we are on this planet.
Time stalks our every move. What I did wrong took place not that long ago. I
relied upon technology and forgot to communicate face to face with her. This is
the predicament I am in now. Time passed me by and now I am reaping what I
sowed. Some believe it was positive, but looking back, I took a step in the
wrong direction. Life will never be the same again… it all came crashing down.
I glanced up from my artwork on the gray stone
cell wall and sighed. The writing will be here for as long as I will be. As
they say, the truth will set you free. I trust that it will. I glanced around
and realized that I was paying the price for what I had done as I listened to the
cat calls of the other cell mates. They had been in here far too long to let me
pass them by without a hoot. They wanted me to bow down and do what they said.
That was not my style as I fought alongside these rugged men trapped behind
steel and concrete. Will it ever end?