tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55471469566248059952024-03-08T16:16:05.245-05:00HollyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09799511168994952895noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-46589222407785303142015-11-18T12:25:00.000-05:002015-11-18T12:25:16.189-05:00The season is upon us!Sitting here listening to Lunchbox Lewis. Thinking about the holidays. I love the lights and the Christmas movies. I am really looking forward to seeing the new Seth Rogen one. The name is not coming to mind right now. Jgl (Joseph Gordon Levitt) is also in it and Anthony Mackie. It looks so funny. My kind of humor.<br />
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My absolute favorite Christmas song is....<br />
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I know, I know we skipped right over Thanksgiving. But I believe that is the way it works. I am looking forward to turkey and sweet potatoes though! What about you?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-55967386031644406772015-09-19T15:17:00.000-04:002015-09-19T15:17:45.229-04:00Wicked Little Sins GiveawayOctober 20th will be here shortly! And in honor of my re- release I am giving away two signed paperbacks of Wicked Little Sins! All you have to do to enter the giveaway is all provided below!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Jessie Lane is the
best-selling author of The Star Series, Big Bad Bite Series and the Ex Ops
Series.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">The Jessie Lane pen name
was previously the writing duo of sisters-in-law Crystal and Melissa.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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after writing her one and only book, The Frozen Star, to pursue other things.
She will be sorely missed, but I know she has an amazing future ahead of her.
You can follow M.L. Pahl at:</span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/M.L.Pahlpage" target="_blank"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #c02942; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"> Facebook </span></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">and </span><a href="https://twitter.com/mlpahl" target="_blank"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #c02942; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Twitter</span></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">You can also check out her Facebook page that she shares
with her older brother Matthew Leo for their upcoming book, Zombies Don’t Ride
Motorcycles, </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Zombies-Dont-Ride-Motorcycles/251509024888951" target="_blank"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: #c02942; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; padding: 0in; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">HERE</span></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Crystal will be staying on to write under the Jessie Lane name. She
lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in the making and her over
protective alpha husband. She has a passionate love for reading and
writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world
characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you
do pay attention to them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Jessie writes Upper YA
Fantasy/Paranormal Romance & Adult Paranormal and Contemporary Romance.
She’s currently working on her next two novels, The Demon Who Loved Me
(Big Bad Bite Series #3) and Stripping Her Defenses (Ex Ops Series #2).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-33681738449471918342014-06-05T00:30:00.000-04:002014-06-05T00:30:00.711-04:00Meet the author J.C. Valentine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Best selling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Author Brandi
Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance inspired her to branch out and
create her own.<o:p></o:p><br />
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She lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far
too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well
with her dream to become an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies
including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all
its forms.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I’m up at 5 a.m. and off with a cup of coffee in
hand. I do my best writing before the sun rises. I have a file I keep open that
contains my notes and really rough outline, which I may or may not refer to
depending on the mood of my characters. We struggle, my characters and I, in a
battle of wills, for an hour minimum, until one of us (usually me) is too
exhausted to continue. We part ways, and agree to try to get along tomorrow. <o:p></o:p></div>
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habits (like standing on your head or writing in the shower)?</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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While writing in the shower sounds like a fun and
interesting challenge, I’m quite boring. My only requirement is a snack and
drink to be on hand at all times. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><br />What book do you wish you could have written?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Pfft. Every book I read. Right now, though,
anything by Katie McGarry. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b> Just as your books inspire authors,
what authors have inspired you to write?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Just about every author I read inspires me to
write, but the main ones have always been Kresley Cole, J.R. Ward, and Gena
Showalter. More recently, I have added Emily Minton, Colleen Hoover, and Abbi
Glines. There are more, but we’d be here all day :)</div>
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<b> If you didn't like writing books,
what would you do for a living?</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Editing. I finally figured out what I want to be
when I grow up. I can’t wait to get my hands dirty! <br />
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<b> Are you a plotter or a pantster?</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Half and half. I always enter into a project a
pantster, but I try to finish it a plotter. <br />
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<b> Do you read your reviews? Do you
respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the
bad?</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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I know many advise against it, but I do read my
reviews. It’s a compulsion, really, but as scarring as some of them can be, I
use them as a learning experience. What do the readers want from me? What works
and what doesn’t? Those are invaluable guides in my writing process. I NEVER
respond to a reviewer. It’s their opinion, and they’re entitled to it. As for
how writer’s should deal with a bad review: ice cream (or any other manner of
junk food). Just stuff your face until your emotions balance out, then get back
to writing. It’s just an opinion, after all. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b> What is your best marketing tip?</b>
One word: persistence. <br />
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<b>Is there a certain type of scene
that's harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy?</b> Weird, but
true… considering what I write, but I have a really hard time writing a racy
scene. Sometimes, it can take me a couple days to get to it, and get past it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Do you write naked?</b> Anytime I
get the opportunity! Granted, I have kids, so the opportunity hasn’t presented
itself yet, but when I do, watch out! <br />
<b>What is your biggest failure?</b> If
I have one, it’s doubting myself. I try very hard to succeed in everything I
do. As long as I try my best and don’t give up, I don’t consider anything a
failure. <br />
<b>What is the biggest lie you've ever
told? </b>That the Tooth Fairy exists. Oh, the lies I have told to keep that
myth alive. <br />
<b>Have you ever been in trouble with
the police?</b> Possibly, but I’ve never been convicted of my crimes, so we’ll
never know. <br />
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<b>What is your biggest fear? </b>Failure,
which is why I push myself so hard to succeed.<br />
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<b>What do you want your tombstone to
say?</b> Respawn in 3…2…1…<br />
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<b> Where is one place you want to visit
that you haven't been before?</b> I really want to visit Rome someday. <br />
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<b> If you could have any accents from
anywhere in the world, what would you choose</b>? Scottish<br />
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<b> Do you have any scars? What are they
from?</b> One on my lip. I got it while drag racing my two wheeler on my
elementary school blacktop when I was six. But I won, and really, isn’t that
what matters?<o:p></o:p><br />
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Here's a taste of her latest book!<br />
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<strong>From the wrong side of the tracks...</strong><br />
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Alyson Blake had learned early on that the only one she could depend on was
herself. The only light in her life was a boy whom everyone agreed was destined
for prison; but with his first kiss, he had set her soul on fire. Since the day
the police dragged him away in handcuffs, she had managed to lead a quiet life,
but when she attends an event fraught with mayhem, trouble resurfaces.<br />
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<strong>The one person she can’t forget...</strong><br />
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Jamison Weston is the kind of guy dads load their shotguns for; endowed with a
hot temper and a rap sheet as long as both tattooed arms. Known as “The Judge,”
Jami’s hot temper, lethal fists, and cocky attitude have earned him respect and
admiration both in and out of the ring. But just when he thinks he’s pummeled
his past to death, Alyson Blake reenters his life.<br />
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<strong>Two paths collide…</strong><br />
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After years of separation, Alyson is eager to reexplore the man who’s never
left her thoughts, but for Jamison, she’s both the distraction he wants, but
doesn’t need. As the two embark on a relationship that neither of them expected
or bargained for, an outside threat closes in. When Alyson crosses the line of
professionalism and takes her work home with her, her life is put in danger,
leaving Jamison with no choice but to once again step in and become her
protector.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-70931198019136533602014-04-07T16:58:00.000-04:002014-04-07T16:58:34.550-04:00Sneak peeks from Ink 4!Hey hey! Today I want to share some of Ink 4: Grim Encounters. Be kind, it's raw and unedited.<br />
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<span lang="EN-AU">Five houses down<o:p></o:p></span></h3>
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<span lang="EN-AU">The grit of the
sand between my toes told me exactly where I was even if I couldn’t see a thing
because Slade’s hands were over my eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">When he said
surprise he really meant it. And I was dying to know what it was. I had never
seen him so enthused about anything before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">“Can I look?” I
asked again letting him steer me over the sand. I held on to his shirt afraid I
was going to fall. I could hear the sea doos behind us and planes flying
overhead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">“A few more
feet,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">“What is this?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">“It’s a secret,
and you’re starting to ruin it. Just shut up and go with it or I’ll never do
this again,” he said laughing at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">I shut my mouth .
He was even sexier when he was ordering me around. The sand was beginning to
burn a hole in my feet so I hoped he would hurry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">“Okay,” he said.
“Take a look.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">I blinked a few
times my eyes settling on a beach house. It wasn’t the best, it was in bad
shape like ours when we first moved to Cherry. I looked at Slade. He moved in,
throwing an arm around me. “What do you think?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">“I think I can
see my house from here,” I said looking at my own house. “What is this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">He led me by the
hand to the gate, the yard was overrun with weeds and debris. “This is my new
place.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">I raised an
eyebrow. “You’re joking.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">Slade shook his
head letting me go in first. “I kid you not. I signed the papers today. No more
Rv. No more Henry Park.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">I could see it in
his eyes the last part bothered him. “There’s always Henry Park.” I wrapped my
arms around him. “And this is great.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">He kissed my
forehead taking it in with me. “It’s a piece of shit. But Kidd and Oz promised
they would help me fix it up. And Henry Park is being shut down.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“What?” I pulled
away to get a good look at him to make sure he wasn’t pulling my leg. “How
could that even be possible?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">He shrugged.
“Thank the church for that one.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">My heart ached
for him and his dreams. He loved singing there. Henry Park was just as much a
part of Slade as his tattoos and bad boy attitude.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“No worries. We
have a few ideas to keep on singing,” he told me. He worked the lock carefully
with his key while I stayed very still so I didn’t plunge through the porch.
The place was a mess.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">After a few
shoves to the door with his shoulder we were inside staring at old furniture
and outdated kitchen appliances.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“This has a lot
of potential,” I said with a smile. “I really mean it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">Slade smirked.
“You and I have a lot of potential.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">Talk about weak
in the knees. I did my best to hide what I really wanted to do at that moment
and settled for kissing him on the lips. Even now he still made me feel like a
groupie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">I didn’t know
what to say so I settled on enjoying the moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“I can help,” I
said, twirling around to face him. He was blowing dust off of one of the lamps
the previous owners left behind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“Are you good at
pulling weeds?” Slade asked his brows knitted together as he looked at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“I’m from
Georgia, of course I am.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“I knew there was
a reason I saved you that night instead of letting the crowd trample you,” he
said grinning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">I rolled my eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">We spent the next
hour washing down walls and sweeping the floors. Slade removed every dust cover
and old curtain. He fixed the only ceiling fan in his house and swept out the
windows before opening them to let some fresh air into the place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“Looks better
already,” he said pulling his shirt over his head. He was sweaty and a bit
filthy but still hot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">I agreed giving
him a peck on the lips. I brushed some hair from my eyes and dropped the sponge
in the bucket of dirty water. “I’m hot.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">He nodded. “You
are. But be careful throwing that around all the time someone might think you’re
conceited.” He walked across the room and took my hands in his. “I might have
another surprise.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">I searched his
eyes. “What now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“Lift up your
shirt,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">I laughed staring
down at my black bathing suit top. Before I could check out my bottoms he slid
a hand along the waist of my shorts and worked them down. They were black too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“I like it,” I
said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“Remember the
first time we got in the water together?” His arms wrapped around me. I had
literally a million butterflies swarming my stomach all at once.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“Yes I do,” I
said, stroking his arm. I touched his face. “That was the first time we were
together. And you were incredible.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“You weren’t so
bad yourself,” he said making my heart skip a few beats. God, he still knew how
to make me feel like the best thing in the entire world just by looking at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">I dusted off my
hands on the seat of my shorts. “I have to run home. But I will be back.” I
lifted my mouth to his and we kissed. His hand found my waist just like they
always did and he backed me up until we were pressed against the wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">I wasn’t fighting
any of it because I would rather be doing what we were doing than taking my dog
for a walk at that moment. I turned pushing him against the wall. The space got
me excited at all the possibilities, we weren’t in the small Rv anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">Slade let me push
him up against the wall. I unbuckled his belt and tore his pants down. “I want
you.” I kissed him hard, taking my time to enjoy the feel of his mouth against
mine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">His hands moved
down to my ass, and I kissed him harder when his fingers grabbed a hold of me
pulling me into him. I loved the familiar feel of him against me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">We moved against
each other until I couldn’t take it anymore. I started pulling my shirt over my
head and Slade stopped me. “You said you were going home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">I looked at him
breathless. “Are you kidding?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">He shook his
head. “We have all the time in the world. Go home, we can finish this later.”
He yanked me back to him when I tried backing away. “Fuck. What the hell am I
saying? I want inside you right now. Fuck time, fuck the world, I just want to
get you out of that swimsuit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">I squealed when
he lifted me up, pulling away long enough to ask him something I had been
wanting to know. “Were you wanting to go for a swim?” Slade shook his head
pulling the strings to my bikini top.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin-left: 0in;">
<span lang="EN-AU">“Not anymore,” he
said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Today is favorite movie quote day. Here are my top 5 favorite movie quotes.</h2>
<div>
<ol>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance.”<br />― <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/22832.Jim_Carroll" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;">Jim Carroll</a></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“They didn’t agree on much. In fact, they didn’t agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other ever day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.” </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2345.Nicholas_Sparks" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;">Nicholas Sparks</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1498135" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;">The Notebook</a></i></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12898.Stephen_Chbosky" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Stephen Chbosky</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/2236198" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;">The Perks of Being a Wallflower</a></i></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“We accept the love we think we deserve.” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12898.Stephen_Chbosky" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;">Stephen Chbosky</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/2236198" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;">The Perks of Being a Wallflower</a></i></li>
<li>"I carried a watermelon." Dirty Dancing</li>
</ol>
<h2>
See you tomorrow for, the time I did a 180. Have you ever changed your views on something?</h2>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-1194757001895186882014-03-12T23:05:00.001-04:002014-03-12T23:05:29.920-04:00Don't be fooled by the past!<h2>
Today I will be talking about the past. *sounds the trumpets*</h2>
If there was one thing you would like to change about the past what would it be?<br />
<br />
I have thought a lot about this all day. And my answer is when I was younger I cared way too much about what others would think. And that is the one thing that I would change. Now that I am 30 I don't care what other people think. I care about my feelings and how things are going to impact the life of me and my family.<br />
<br />
Other people are not living my life so why do I care? The younger me would worry about what I wore, what I said, how I reacted. Now that I am older I say I don't care what these people think, I'm never going to see them again.<br />
<br />
So that is my answer. I wish the world would stop following and do more leading. If you disagree say so. Who cares what anyone else says. Have your own opinion!<br />
<br />
<h3>
See you tomorrow, I will be discussing my favorite movie quote. What is yours?</h3>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-43047422199959226372014-03-11T15:56:00.000-04:002014-03-11T15:56:09.972-04:00How to deal with a very bad biography.<h2>
If you could have any author-living or dead- write your biography who would it be?</h2>
Okay, today's blog is about biographies. And who I would want to write mine living or dead. That is an easy answer, Edgar Allan Poe.<br />
<img height="393" src="http://imgs.tuts.dragoart.com/how-to-draw-edgar-allan-poe_1_000000011793_5.jpg" width="400" /><br />
<br />
Have you not read his work? I have always been a big fan. His darkness, it's haunting and beautiful and that is exactly what I would want from someone taking the time to write my biography. Now Edgar, there are just a few key topics I would like you to cover.<br />
<br />
<br />
<ul>
<li>My black belt in ass kicking</li>
<li>My amazing wit that sets the room ablaze</li>
<li>How I can do 55 back flips in a row</li>
<li>My ability to make the best omelettes</li>
<li>And last but not least that time I climbed to the top of Mount Everest and recited Shakespeare in my underwear.</li>
</ul>
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Tune in tomorrow for Erasure- You have the choice to erase one incident from your past like it never happened. What would you erase and why? Enjoy your Tuesday!</h3>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-50198536662775109822014-03-10T13:53:00.000-04:002014-03-10T14:04:55.312-04:00Playlist of my weekWell happy Monday. Is anyone even happy on Monday? Besides daylight savings time really screwing with me, I managed to get up and make pancakes for 7 kids. I call that a success. Today is my second day of blogging everyday and so far I have managed to keep the dream alive. So here goes, five songs that represent my week.<br />
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This is for sure the way Monday goes in my house. Between moody children and a fight to wake up and not wake the baby I barely make it before I crawl back into bed regretting my inability to make nice with mornings. We all can't be winners, sue me.<br />
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Tuesday</h3>
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I like Tuesday. I like that on Tuesday one of my favorite things come out (New Blurays). I like that on Tuesday I feel like a winner because I survived Monday.</div>
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Wednesday</h3>
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So the third day of the week is a few things, it's my husband's one day off. It's also my freedom day when I get things done, like running errands. The best part, I get to spend the day with my husband.</div>
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Thursday</h3>
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It's a bittersweet day because my hubby leaves for work again. I sit and ponder what to do and wipe my brow because I have almost made it through the week. The kids are threatening a revolt if school goes on any longer and I am trying to figure out what to make for dinner to shock and awe the Hoods.</div>
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Friday</h3>
The best day of the week because nobody has to be forced to wake up and go to school. We can sleep and be lazy and catch up on laundry and sanity.<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-56909094458906236492014-03-09T14:43:00.000-04:002014-03-09T14:43:07.759-04:00March 9th, Blog a day. Who is most important to you?<h3>
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Who are the most important people in your life — and how<br />would your day-to-day existence be different without them?</h3>
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This is an interesting way to start this challenge for sure. There are several important people in my life: My husband, my kids, my family, my close friends who are my family.<br />
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I figure the best way to really dive into this post is to really just dive in.<br />
Recently I did learn what it is like to not have someone very important in my life. Here are the top ten ways my life has changed.<br />
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<b>1. You realize that life is short.</b><br />
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In a blink of an eye it's all gone. And you're left with nothing but memories. That's how fast everything is gone. It makes you realize not to take a single day for granted.<br />
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<b>2. Sometimes things just never sink in.</b><br />
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There is not a day that goes by that I'm struggling to make sense of what has happened. It makes me sad to have that sudden realization hit me each and every day. And I wonder if it will ever really sink in.<br />
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<b>3. Nothing feels the same.</b><br />
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Everything is just different. Everything feels more quiet, things that were once normal seems odd and off. I always feel a little bit sad.<br />
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<b>4. There is no more good advice.</b><br />
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I used to call and get the most valuable chunks of life lessons and now I have to sit and think about what she would do. Or what she would say. I don't have that sweet, loving, ass kicker pushing me through those moments of whatever I have going on.<br />
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<b>5. There is no more laidback, relaxing fun moments of simply talking with such an amazing woman.</b><br />
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We could talk about everything. She never was shocked or judging. She always knew how to make me feel better. I loved our talks. I loved each and every moment we spent together. I miss this those the most.<br />
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<b>6. My dreams have changed.</b><br />
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Sometimes I feel like she's there with me just in another way. And I wake up sad and it takes a whole day to feel okay again. It's bittersweet.<br />
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<b>7. Sometimes I feel like a failure.</b><br />
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I care more now about my choices. I want to make her happy, but at the same time I feel weak and sad and angry. There are days I get down and want to give up on things and then I remember that she never gave up on anything and if she could go through everything she did in life and still be such an amazing person then I need to stops worrying about the little things and just be more like her.<br />
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<b>8. I realize love is a strong and powerful thing.</b><br />
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Love makes you stronger than you ever imagined you were. Love makes you whole, it makes you strong. It makes you able to go on. Love is a beautiful thing.<br />
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<b>9. I now hope ghost are real. </b><br />
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I now hope there are spirits. I now hope every little thing is a sign from heaven.<br />
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<b>10. Last words, last moments really are important.</b><br />
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Make the most of every moment you have with your loved ones because it really makes a difference at the end. It's not going to fix anything but it will give you a small amount of something to hold onto on the days you are having a hard time.<br />
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Love you, Anne!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09799511168994952895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-73871776673428944592014-03-07T15:40:00.000-05:002014-03-07T15:40:13.495-05:00Maybe this is a goodbye. Maybe it's a nervous breakdown. Maybe it's global warming.Sitting here drinking a blue gatorade and listening to All American Rejects.<br />
I hate that I lack the ability to feel more positive about my writing journey, I hate that I feel down once a month about all the things that I am doing wrong. I don't know, it's defeating to do stuff and feel like it doesn't get you anywhere.<br />
Do I want something big to happen? Am I just doing this for fun? What do I want? *shakes head* I don't know and that's what is making me crazy.<br />
I know I enjoy writing, but now I feel like the enjoyment gets sucked out of it when I doubt myself.<br />
I doubt myself for stupid reasons and for valid ones.<br />
It makes me crazy. A little sad and a bit agitated.<br />
And now I am sitting here forcing myself to imagine what life would be like if I just stopped writing altogether....<br />
*sigh* Maybe this is the sign that the fun has been sucked out of it. If I can't even figure out why I feel that way or what to do about it maybe I need to step away.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09799511168994952895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-90659365660365667042014-01-27T14:17:00.000-05:002014-01-27T14:17:08.358-05:00Anonymous is live!<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Anonymous-Holly-Hood-ebook/dp/B00I2HG4DK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1390849974&sr=8-1&keywords=Anonymous+holly+hood" target="_blank">Anonymous </a>is live! I am so excited to share another story with all of you. Enjoy the first chapter. And if you like it pick up a copy at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Anonymous-Holly-Hood-ebook/dp/B00I2HG4DK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1390849974&sr=8-1&keywords=Anonymous+holly+hood" target="_blank">Amazon</a>.<br />
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<a href="" name="_Toc377395967"><span class="MsoIntenseEmphasis"><span lang="EN-AU">Chapter 1</span></span></a><span class="MsoIntenseEmphasis"><span lang="EN-AU"><o:p></o:p></span></span></h1>
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Guilt.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It plagued her. She swam in the nauseating guilt of her
life-- all day, every day.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She dropped her head inside the toilet bowl, she wished she
could keep it all in because it helped solve her newest problem. It outdid any
problem from before.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And there were a lot
of them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As she listened to her family on the other side of her
bedroom door she wished they would just go away and leave her alone. Let her
succumb to her mistakes. It would make things easier for so many people.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One more knock before a loud racket. They broke the door down.
<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Elle, we have to go now. They’re waiting,” Elle’s mother said.
It pained her to see her daughter like
this. She couldn’t stomach it. Every time she looked at her it took her back to
when she was a little girl with the most incredible smile, a laugh that never went
away and so much energy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This wasn’t her daughter. She was just the shell of what
once was.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m not going,” Elle said, covering her face, she dropped
her head against her arm and closed her eyes and started to cry. Just in time
for her brother, Nick, to come into the room. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He was older. He cared about her, but it hurt to see someone
he was so close to fall apart. He didn’t know how to help her anymore. But he wanted
to say goodbye.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He dropped to one knee and pulled her tangled hair from the
toilet water. She reeked of booze. Her skin was cold and clammy and she looked like
death.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He patted her on the
arm. “Elle, come on. Let me help you to the car.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She sobbed even louder when he brought her to her feet.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The family helped Elle down the stairs, through the hallway
of their upper-class home, and down the porch steps. Her parents kept their
eyes glued to the yellow cab outside their house that waited for Elle, they
refused to look at the neighbors as they judged her and made snide comments. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Nick raised his head high, he refused to break under so much
pressure. He glared at Mr. Hopkins as he sprayed his rose bushes. He held back
the urge to flip him the bird, or break something-- instead he squeezed Elle’s
hand before she climbed into the backseat, her sobs hurt his ears as she begged
them to let her die. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Elle groaned as her mother hoisted her upright, and buckled
her seat belt for her. She smoothed her hair and placed a soft kiss on her
temple. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I love you, Elle,” she whispered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Elle didn’t answer. She didn’t have it in her. If she loved
her she wouldn’t let her go this way. She would let her go the way she wanted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her mother wiped her tears, and did her best to keep it
together in front of the neighbors. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Her daughter made quite the mess. She knew how they felt.
She sometimes felt the same.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Elle‘s bad choices took her away from them. And no one knew
where to find her. She was captive-- a prisoner in her own skin; she clung to
her sanity the one way she knew how. She closed her eyes when Nick pulled her
in for a hug, and let him squeeze her tight. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They just wanted her back, the girl who used to laugh.<o:p></o:p></div>
<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09799511168994952895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-16834342553403078492014-01-11T00:10:00.000-05:002014-01-11T00:10:18.387-05:00I need to begin again<img src="http://b.vimeocdn.com/ts/112/033/112033802_640.jpg" /><br />
I realized something a couple of hours ago. I realized that I don't like the way that I have forgot to be me. And I will say before anyone who reads this starts to read this I do not apologize if anything you read is offensive. I am tired of worrying and censoring who I am.<br />
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First off, this isn't anything other than me being able to just vent. It's my blog I think this is the best place to do that.<br />
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I was sitting here today stressing out about the key to success. I guess that's what you could call it. I will be the first to admit that I have been chasing down this dream of author glory. I will admit I have always wanted to be the next Nicholas Sparks. I wanted to be loved by all and have people clutching my books to their chest and just loving me because I write such awesome stories. I wanted to roll in dough and appear on the today show.....but you know what?.....I realized one really big thing, that is not who I am. That is not the reason I am doing this.<br />
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Honestly I am exhausted trying to chase after blogs and reviews and people to like me. I don't care if everyone likes me as an author. I appreciate more the truly genuine ones that enjoy my work and let me know. I appreciate the ones who hate my work and let me know. I don't want to be like anyone but myself. I'm not looking to write some cute romance novel (unless of course I want to.) I just write what feels good at the time.<br />
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I have spent years chasing after what it is I need to do to become successful at this. And you know what? I have had my moments of success, they might not be as big as some people's but who the hell cares it still felt good. I am tired of waking up and spending the entire day trying to climb this huge fucking mountain to nowhere quite honestly when I could be writing.<br />
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I love bloggers, I love readers, I love authors. But I'm not the kind of person who wants a set schedule of all this torturous work to do what I love. All I want to do is write. I don't want to break my back in hopes of one day maybe just maybe something will happen. What happened to doing what you love and reaping the rewards of just that?<br />
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I have tried and got no where. I have done nothing and got everywhere. And I still don't know the key to my successes or failures. I try to be nice, I try to be honest I try to be so many things when all the while I just need to go back to putting my fingers to the keys and writing.<br />
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And while I am here I will be the first one to say my books aren't perfect. And you know what? I don't care, I would care if I didn't try to make them the best they could be. If I just threw some words together and sold them. But that is not what I do, I bust my ass,I bleed on the page, I read over my work, I edit my work, I scour the internet and books to learn as much as I can about making the best product that I can make for the reader. So if the grammar isn't up to standard, well I am sorry, I don't have a gigantic team behind me. I don't have buddies and pals there to lend me a hand. It's just me and my computer and my chaotic crazy house full of kids most day and a husband who stands behind me and tells me I rock no matter what. (Thanks for that, meatloaf)<br />
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What I am saying is, if you read my work and it's not to your standard I apologize I really do but I know there are people out there who love me for me. *raises eyebrow* they hug my books to their chest and read them and love them and they contact me and they interact with me and they fucking rock!!<br />
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I love all of you willing to take a chance on my work. I don't sit at home at night when I get a bad review and ponder why I do this. I know why, nothing will ever change that. But frankly I am done worrying about the what ifs in my journey. I am going back to the days when I wrote and published and didn't care about all this crud that somehow got in the way of the reason I write. When I didn't care that's when everything worked for me.<br />
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As for the people who really do care about my journey I thank you for always being a part of it. I am not trying to disrespect anyone. I simply need to say how I feel before I blow up. You don't understand how light and lifted I feel realizing that I am no longer going to worry about any of this crap.<br />
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I am happy for all the other authors out there that have such great success! But honestly I probably will never be in your position and I am okay with that. Whatever is in the cards for me I am okay with.<br />
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So long story short I am going to focus on my writing and no longer stress over all those little things that I just don't see the point in. I thank you to everyone that has helped on my journey and if you ever need anything from me or want to talk about books I'm here. Don't ever be afraid to contact me.<br />
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If your a blogger and you want to include my work feel free to contact me and we can have some fun.<br />
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Seriously, I needed this moment. I needed to shrug off the nonsense that I have been feeling and remind myself what the whole point of this is.<br />
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The point is enjoyment.<br />
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I leave you with this little bit of humor I wrote when I was going through my moment of chaos inside my mind earlier:<br />
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*Warning*<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am a fly by the seat of my pants author. I write about
what I like. I write because I enjoy doing it. I don’t write to conform to what
is hip and trendy. There probably will not be no sort of happily ever after in
this my books for you. And if there is I am pretty sure it is going to be a very
warped version of one.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I make mistakes and errors. If you are looking for
perfection you might want to look elsewhere.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There are cuss words in my stories. My characters whine,
complain and act like total train wrecks. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I want to make you cry, scream and feel the same things that
I feel.</div>
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I’m not looking to be on the next warm and
fuzzy list. </div>
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If you can handle that my book isn’t going to be a warm cup of
tea, I think we can be best friends. But if you are going to cringe if you
find some kind of error that maybe just maybe I didn’t discover during all the
rounds of works I did on my book by myself I will say now just step away and buy
something else.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You have been warned. I won’t be there to dry your eyes and
wipe the snot from your nose because somehow my story hurt your feelings. </div>
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Enjoy!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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If you hate it write a review and tell all your friends. If
you love it, write a review and tell all your friends. I promise either way my
feelings won’t be hurt and I will still be thankful for your support.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Someone wraps on the door. I cover the phone before I lash
out. “Can’t a girl have a few minutes alone?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’ve had your minutes. Now get the fuck out here,” Kenny
says.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I roll my eyes and unlock the door. “I have to go. The
psycho has summoned me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Karsen sighs. “Tell him Cherry still hates him and that if
he does anything to my friend I will be sure my boyfriend despines him.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Kenny rolls his eyes. “Tell blondie she wishes her boyfriend
had the balls to even consider it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t humor him, instead I just hit end on my phone and
plop down on his sleazy leather sectional next to Slade.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“This place is disgusting,” I point out looking around at
all the take out boxes and empty beer cans. He sure lived the bachelor
lifestyle.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“That’s one of the perks of living alone,” he says. “I can
do whatever the fuck I want.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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And another!</div>
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I am beginning to hate this bar.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But watching the pretty blonde go about her business
cleaning and serving customers puts me back into my right mind. It reminds me
why I am here.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Slade’s finger circles the mouth of his beer as he studies
her. “What do you think it takes to have the ability to bring back the dead?”
he asks. “Do you think she’s a witch?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I drop my chin to my palm. “I don’t even know. I don’t even
know what the deal is with Kenny. Who can kill people just by touching them?”<o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09799511168994952895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-28713349587775100382013-11-20T10:04:00.000-05:002013-11-20T10:04:40.434-05:00What I wish I knew about being an author years ago...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/28549d597de15a2c44ec5bc2fea032e8/tumblr_mw5xj3AOYG1sqffbao1_400.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/28549d597de15a2c44ec5bc2fea032e8/tumblr_mw5xj3AOYG1sqffbao1_400.gif" /></a>As I type this I wish I could write what was in my head in mere days and have perfectly complete books at my disposal. FAT CHANCE.</div>
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There's a lot that I wish I could do as an author. And I am a self published author so the list grows even longer.</div>
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There are so many things I wish I knew back then that I know now. Like, the importance of really thinking about plots and plot holes. Because as I rewrite a series I see that there was a lot that I didn't cover. Silly me.</div>
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I also wish I knew about all the bloggers and wonderful people willing to lend a hand. They are wonderful and do so much for books. </div>
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I wish I knew about organization. Years ago I just sifted through the muck, only recently did I organize all my writing tools and websites so they are way easier to get to when I need them. And when you are doing anything that has to do with your books you need them to be very accessible believe me.</div>
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I wish I knew the power of brainstorming with friends or my husband. When you simply talk about your story with someone else they unknowingly fill your mind with new ideas.</div>
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I wish there was spotify back then, because it's my go to when I write. I love listening to music when I write and with Spotify I can make playlist.</div>
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I wish I knew that hard work pays off. I'm sure I knew that but it really does. You can sit and wish all day you had success in anything but if you don't bust your ass to get there it will never happen. Even when you think it's not working for you as an author just keep pushing ahead, keep trying. One day you will feel so accomplished no matter big or small.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09799511168994952895noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-39864080119119687132013-11-17T14:45:00.002-05:002013-11-17T14:45:53.185-05:00A little Sunday Tease.<div class="MsoNormal">
An undedit peek into a new project I am working on. Enjoy!</div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Do
you have a curfew?” Hart asked her, referring to her phone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">They
held each other’s gaze. She always wanted to win with him. Because he was
playful and when he spoke to her it was as if he enjoyed it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Maybe
not a curfew but a boyfriend,” she informed him. As if he didn’t already know
that little insight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hart
fought back the smirk but failed. It was a telling kind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You’re
awful,” she told him. She shook her head at him and took another bite of ice
cream. “I’m beginning to believe you’re a trouble maker.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hart
feigned innocence. “I just don’t know what you see in him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“And
rude, you’re really rude,” she pointed her spoon at him, scolding him
playfully. “I’ll have you know I have known him since elementary school.” As if
that made it any better. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Is
that a good thing?” Hart surveyed his hand for ice cream or caramel. He balled
his napkin and toyed with the paper between his fingers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“It’s
comfortable. It’s something I’ve always known,” she pushed away the dessert.
Admitting such a thing seemed pitiful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“What
about you?” She said recovering. She hated when she started to doubt herself
because it pushed her back into sadness. “Have you ever been in love?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hart’s
fingers stopped toying with the napkin. He raised an eyebrow, the idea she was
asking him about love was a bit out of the norm for her. “It’s just a feeling
like everything else.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Elle’s
phone vibrated. She hit ignore and leaned in. “Of course it’s a feeling. One of
the best ones they say.” Than how come she had never felt it she wondered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yes
she loved Pauly, but it wasn’t that heart stopping love like in the movies. But
like many girls she knew and grew up with it didn’t matter. They all were
destined to go down the same road as their parent’s. They were going to marry
the first boy from high school they felt feelings for. The boy that grew up in
the same town, it was all anyone around her ever did. And it made sense, it was
safe. It kept things easy and simple.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“I
have to disagree.” Hart shook his head. “The best feelings are moments. That
moment when you see that girl, you know you’re dying to kiss her, when you’re
so fixated on her mouth, that you just want to grab her, to feel it against
yours.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Elle
swallowed. Her heart thudded in her chest reminding her just how uncomfortable
she had become sitting there with Hart. She didn’t know what to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“The
first time you touch her it’s better than love,” he leaned back in the booth.
“Sorry, you asked. I was just being honest.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Maybe
it’s so great because that’s what love is. Intense feelings.” She looked away
feeling a bit bashful. “Maybe there’s only one person that makes you feel that
way when you touch them because you’re in love with them. Maybe that’s how you
know you’re in love.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">She
wasn’t sure if Hart believed her theory.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“If love was so real people wouldn’t treat each other the way that they
do,” he told her. His attention left her as soon as the diner door opened and
the bell sounded. </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09799511168994952895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-1897798405024878072013-11-06T21:38:00.000-05:002013-11-06T21:38:55.741-05:00News about the Writing, rewriting and Wips.<br />
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I have been working as hard as I can work with 4 kids. One being 10 months old now. By the way he is doing lovely. Already walking, yeah he's pretty impressive. He also enjoys banging on my keyboard as I try to rewrite, pulling out my power cord and doing all he can to get my attention. So if anyone is wondering why I am so slow moving with my books lately that just might be the reason.<br />
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I have a big challenge I am currently conquering. I have promised myself (and my husband) that I will get The Wingless Series back up and running. You see, a long long time ago I wrote 6 books in like a year. And well they were not up to par. Back then my old self thought "Oh these are just great!" Well now that years have gone by and I know more now I know I need to revamp them. So as of right now I have completed and re-published book 1 and book 2. Book 1 went from Wingless to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wingless-Miserys-Company-Holly-Hood-ebook/dp/B004JU0RH8" target="_blank">Wingless: Misery's Company</a>. And book 2 went from Polar to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Impact-Wingless-Book-Holly-Hood-ebook/dp/B004QS97ZQ/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1" target="_blank">Impact</a>. I like the new titles much better.<br />
Part of the change has been the steam factor. Evan and Eve are now getting it on in more detailed ways for the reader. And I do enjoy the adult theme way more and I think it adds a lot to the story.<br />
I noticed through the years some parts of the series that need to be adjusted or explained better and I have begun tackling these issues as well. So for anyone who has read and ever asked me questions about certain parts of the book, those question just might have been answered finally. Also the covers are all being redone.<br />
I am now onto book 3 and slowly rewriting, after that process goes the editing process and then the book is sent to my very amazing group of beta readers.<br />
I do believe that book 3, which is called Sacrifice, will be out December if I keep working hard.<br />
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Onto other areas of writing. My WIPS (works in progress) after I have tackled the Wingless rewrite I hope to focus on Ink 4. That's not say I won't be doing a little outlining and a small amount of writing towards completion of the next in the series, but the overall goal is to hold off on anything new until the old is tackled.<br />
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I am dying to share Boonville with everyone. I also have another story idea I want to get into. I can give a little insight into my next task.<br />
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<u>My goals:</u><br />
Ink 4<br />
Love hurts, Book 2 or BoonVille<br />
Heart of Gypsies<br />
Perfectly Hopeless 2<br />
Breaking Free<br />
Road to Ruins<br />
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I have a few other stories that are just waiting to be finished but they aren't top priorities and possibly may never see the light of day. When I look at the list it makes me feel a bit overwhelmed. But I also can't wait to dive in.<br />
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That's about all I can say for now. If there is anything you think I haven't covered feel free to ask.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09799511168994952895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-81854335354388208122013-10-08T21:47:00.003-04:002013-10-08T21:47:49.727-04:00Just a thought. I don't like to complain or talk about drama.<br />
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I'll be honest I'm sad. I have been for weeks now. I make it through the day, I still have so much to be happy about but I am also very sad. I wonder if it will ever change.<br />
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I miss her. I miss so much about her. And every day I find myself searching for signs that she is around. I feel like I see them everywhere and to me it feels silly yet so amazing. I feel this connection, I feel her.<br />
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Loss is a hard pill to swallow that's for sure. Even harder when the loss is someone who was so beautiful inside and out. I miss talking to her. I miss hearing her voice. I miss everything.<br />
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I worry about everyone around me and how they are doing. I don't know what to say or how to maybe even for a moment put a smile on their faces. I'm not good with this stuff.<br />
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I'm stronger, I think we all are in ways. And now all I want is to make her happy and be strong just like she always was.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09799511168994952895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-30671136587968604092013-08-31T03:31:00.000-04:002013-08-31T03:31:54.801-04:00The Wingless series has come back!For those of you who do not know, the Wingless Series is back. And it has been revamped. I even have the cover for book 2 in the series now. So in honor of my favorite series that I ever wrote I want to share the book covers and the link to book 1.<br />
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For a few days the first in the series will be free. So grab your copy and let me know what you think. Thanks so much everyone for all of your support!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09799511168994952895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-707580469226448152013-08-21T08:00:00.000-04:002013-08-21T08:00:01.495-04:00Rejection and acceptanceI am a writer, an author, a person who enjoys expressing herself writing books.<br />
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And recently there have been some things I wanted to address.<br />
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It has started to grate on my nerves (and that takes quite a lot) and now I feel like speaking my peace.<br />
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Let me just start by saying that I am tired of seeing fellow authors/writers with these awful attitudes toward the readers. I'm talking about the the way I keep reading all the complaining when the shitstorm of negative comes their way about their books. I see a lot of anger and shit talking about how unfair it is, and how they are so appalled that someone dare say something bad about their book.<br />
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Well, let's get real . Yeah we work hard on our book, so does every other author in the world. In life you have to know how to take the good with the bad. You can't jump for joy when you get great reviews and want to knock down the doors of the others that don't like your book. That makes you look like a big kid throwing a tantrum. Really, grow up.<br />
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And don't try to use the bullying card. If you are wanting to write, write. Nobody can stop you from doing that but you. If you believe in your work then put it out there. It's not rocket science. Someone will love it. Some will hate it, don't whine about it...it really makes you look like a sore loser.<br />
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I myself have got my fair share of kick in the mouth when it comes to reviews. I don't let the reviews dictate my choice to be who I am. I love writing and NOBODY will ever change that. I respect and thank each and every person who has bought/read my work, even if it was a one star review or a five star.<br />
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There are lots of people out there who choose to try and damage or tear you down via reviews. But the thing is you DON'T have to let it. You don't have to dwell on someone who had nothing better to do than write mean hateful words about you or your work. It's their right.<br />
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My advice, appreciate each and every review you get. And if you can't handle someone out there not liking your work then maybe you shouldn't write. It's going to happen and if you can't grow a thick skin and move on with your life your never going to get anywhere.<br />
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Also, I don't see the need to jump on bandwagons. Come on, we all have our own minds. Don't be so damn quick to feel the way others feels because they are pissed, or you may end up doing something you regret.<br />
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To the readers out there, I thank you all for reading my books, for liking or not liking them. No matter what your awesome and no matter what I'm still writing. *smile*<br />
<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/8a23e56b065f4c44afed0ad61f04d776/tumblr_mrt12ud5Ng1r499tto1_500.gif" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09799511168994952895noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5547146956624805995.post-24050391522539820172013-08-20T22:43:00.000-04:002013-08-20T22:43:13.482-04:00Surrender to love Cover Reveal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpt7J24u9b6-Ob7UutXgghyphenhyphenD_vtMWfRn_qeylYlO2Dq5soAIgg1wXOceOb9Ng0rNEy3MMQpK2lK61Rj1Su0HOfSvGQPbrFRYLnkeaN3vzeuyz_DNF6a3D3uDqfQ5svCUtgK15ekyBAD4/s1600/Surrender+to+Love+Final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpt7J24u9b6-Ob7UutXgghyphenhyphenD_vtMWfRn_qeylYlO2Dq5soAIgg1wXOceOb9Ng0rNEy3MMQpK2lK61Rj1Su0HOfSvGQPbrFRYLnkeaN3vzeuyz_DNF6a3D3uDqfQ5svCUtgK15ekyBAD4/s400/Surrender+to+Love+Final.jpg" width="266" /></a>For those of you who are a fan of J.C. Valentine you may be happy to see this post. Those who don't know J.C, here's a little info:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of erotic tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Brandi Salazar lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream to become an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.</span><br />
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Another book is on its way from the very talented author. And I myself am looking forward to it! So as a treat here is the cover for the new book, Surrender to love!!<br />
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And here is a little taste of what you have in store for you. *squeals*<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">As he stared at her profile, taking in the gentle slope of her nose, the roundness of her cheeks, the curve of her lips as they turned up at the corners, and how they shifted with each new expression, he realized with sudden clarity that his fear had nothing to do with the cars or the speed. It had everything to do with the damage he’d sustained to his mind and soul that night.</span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">He’d made himself into a victim, that’s what everyone told him, but he was only now realizing it. He’d set aside everything that had ever held his interest. He’d cleaved away the one thing he’d ever truly been passionate about like a rotten limb. The severance had left a hollow place inside of him where the painful memories echoed like hungry ghosts.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br />No more. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br /><br />Watching Patti now, her passion bleeding through in her every move and shout of joy, Jon knew the only way to enjoy life was by living it. </span><br />
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Also there is a giveaway going on in honor of the cover reveal. Go ahead and enter, you know you want to!<br />
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Idk, maybe the fact that he saves something or someone. That seems pretty hot.<br />
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On a more serious note, I think a hero is hot when he believes in himself and the choices that he makes. When he is strong and determined to get the job done.<br />
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Welcome to the Hot Summer Heroes Blog Hop!<br />
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In celebration I have decided to give away one of my own fictional characters from my book Ink. I think Slade is a hero because he saves Hope many times. He is hot, he knows what he wants and he strives to get the job done each and every time.<br />
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To win a copy, simply comment and tell me what fictional character is your favorite here and why. Thanks and hop on!</div>
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I can't believe I am sitting in Kenny Carlo's living room.<br />
He has agreed to do an interview and I must say I am thoroughly excited.<br />
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Now, I just hope this isn't a set up. *looks around paranoid* boy have times changed. This place is kind of unimpressive.<br />
Just as I am about to get a little nosy and lift a pair of Kenny's boxer briefs into my purse he walks in.<br />
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<i>Me: Kenny, so nice to see you.</i><br />
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He lifts the boxer briefs from the floor and flings them at me.<br />
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<i>KC: Consider it the only thing you'll be getting from me today.</i><br />
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I politely drop the briefs on the ground, I don't want to look like some freak.<br />
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<i>Me: I promise, this interview will be painless.</i><br />
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<i>KC: You bet your ass it will be painless.</i><br />
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I scroll through my phone looking for my interview questions. Why do I feel like running for my life right now?<br />
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<i>Me: I hear the Wingless Series has been revamped. Do you have any thoughts on that?</i><br />
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<i>KC: You can't change perfection. So I am sure my character will remain the same. It is what it is. I'm sure people will still be sending me all kinds of hate mail.</i><br />
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<i>Me: Hate mail? I like to think your one of the best characters in the book.</i><br />
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<i>KC: I like to think most days I give a shit what people think about me.</i><br />
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I quickly change the subject.<br />
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<i>Me: How are your brothers?</i><br />
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<i>KC: How the hell would I know? I've been caught up in other things.</i><br />
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I nod, ooh I know this one.<br />
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<i>Me: In Cherry, right?</i><br />
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KC: In your fucking nightmares. Yeah of course, because I don't have anything better to do than run around with some damn witches. Let's just say I have sent my complaint to the complaints department. *shakes his head*<br />
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<i>Me: It is getting you more exposure.</i><br />
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<i>KC: You would think that wouldn't you? </i><br />
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I raise an eyebrow.<br />
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<i>Me: How's the love life?</i><br />
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<i>KC: Love is for the weak.</i><br />
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<i>Me: You were in it once and I think it really showed your softer side.</i><br />
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<i>KC: Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine. I was also in your mom last night. You want to hear the details?</i><br />
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I wave a hand quickly.<br />
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<i>Me: She wouldn't be happy to know your talking about her let's move on.</i><br />
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<i>KC: Sounds like a boring lady.</i><br />
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I notice the picture sitting on his end table.<br />
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<i>Me: That's a nice picture of you two.</i><br />
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<i>KC: Those were the days.</i><br />
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<i>Me: What are your thoughts on Wingless being revamped? Do you think readers will enjoy the change?</i><br />
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<i>KC: If they know what's good for them. I myself enjoy a steamier role. The sex is hot, the language is fucking awesome, it's no longer a sweet, mushy love filled series. The book has a spine, no pun intended.</i><br />
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I smirk.<br />
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<i>Me: So, Kenny. Any final words?</i><br />
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<i>KC: I'll always have the final word. Elaborate for me, beautiful.</i><br />
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I blush.<br />
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<i>Me: What can we expect from you in the future? </i><br />
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<i>KC: The same as always, my foul fucking mouth, these gorgeous looks and a lot more asses handed to all these idiots I have to deal with. I'll be doing a lot of traveling. But don't worry, I still don't give a shit about any of you. *stands up* Anything else?</i><br />
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I'm afraid to ask.<br />
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<i>Me: I recently learned you visited California years ago. I hate to admit it but it seems like someone handed you your own ass as you like to say. How do you feel about this person?</i><br />
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I duck the vase coming at me and grab the boxer briefs running for the door.<br />
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<i>KC: Why don't you relay this little message for me. Tell Andrews he can go fuck himself! And he better make it good because when I am done with him he's going to wish he did!!</i><br />
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He slams his door in my face. Well, damn that was kind of hot and scary all at the same time.<br />
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