Wednesday, September 23, 2015

To The Steadfast by Briana Gaitan

To The Steadfast
by Briana Gaitan
Genre: Coming of Age Romance
Cover Artist: Romantic Book Affairs



Resolute. Firm. Unwavering
That was my love for him.
Steadfast for as long as I can remember.

As my best friend's brother, he ignored me before noticing me. He protected me, bought me my first beer, but eventually became my undoing. 

There was a time I would have died to get him to notice me, now I'd do anything to forget him. 
I'm not the one who can tame him, and he's not the guy who will change for me.
This isn't a story about falling in love, this is a story about falling out of love.
Unrequited love. 
And finding the strength to stand up for myself.
Here's to the steadfast.

*This is an standalone story that crosses years from YA into NA genre, due to heavy subject matter this book is for ages 16 and up. This is not your typical love story.*






About the Author

Briana Gaitan is the bestselling author of the Hollywood Timelines series (The Last Thing and The One Thing) and coauthor of the Ethereal Underground series. 
Briana is a southern native and self proclaimed geek. She has never wanted anything but to create whether it be composing music, decorating her house, or giving voices to the characters inside her head.Her days are spent obsessing over a good read, raising her three kids, and watching anything on the SyFy channel. Through her writing, she hopes to inspire others to believe in the impossible.





Excerpt:
We don’t have drinks this time so instead I raise my hand for a majestic fist bump. I’m not sure what to wish/salute to this time. Over the weeks, we’ve gone through everything. Well, almost everything.
“To love,” I say, knocking my knuckles against his.
“To infatuation,” he corrects, fist bumping me again.
“No, to the steadfast.”

Our eyes connect. Both of us realizing how cruel life can be, how tempting it is to get swept away in the people that pay attention to us.

New Release From Jessica Ingro

Synopsis
WEARY. DESPERATE. BROKE.
I did what I had to do to save her.
I sold my soul to survive.
I fell in love with the devil himself.
I'm Aurora James, and this is my story.
DANGEROUS. MENACING. FORMIDABLE.
He is darkness and danger; I am his light.
He is cold and ruthless; I am his warmth.
He is a heartless pimp; I am his whore.
And this is our beginning
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Excerpt
Copyright © 2015 Jessica Ingro
My mouth hung open as I took in the sight of the man standing in the doorway.
He was easily six foot three, with black hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed as if they saw right through me. His facial features were hard and masculine, like that of a gladiator—strong jaw, straight nose, high cheekbones. And good lord, he was built. His muscles were barely contained by the blue dress shirt that covered his upper body. And through his black suit pants, I could see large, muscular thighs.
“Please don’t tell me this is the situation,” he said to Ghost in an infuriated tone.
“Sure is.” Ghost’s grin stretched across his face and if I knew any better, I’d say he thought the whole situation was amusing, which only served to take me from self-pity to straight out pissed off. Nothing about a single mother struggling to make ends meet was funny in my opinion.
I narrowed my eyes and opened my mouth to curse when the man shut the door behind him, drawing my attention back towards him. He really was a fine specimen of eye candy. Muscles in my lower belly clenched at the unbidden thought of his large body over mine.
“Why the fuck did you bother me with this?” the man snapped, clearly pissed off and not finding the situation amusing either.
“She wants to dance out front,” Ghost explained.
“All the girls dance out front,” the man replied in agitation.
“She only wants to dance out front,” Ghost further explained.
A bark of disbelief came from the man’s lips, and he turned his full attention to me.
“What makes you think you’re better than the other girls here?”
“I… I don’t,” I stammered. His gaze was hard and his eyes were cold as they raked over my body with precision.
“Then bend over and show me what you’re working with or get the fuck out.”
The color drained from my face at his harsh words, even as those muscles tightened again in anticipation. This was insane. No way could I possibly be this turned on by a stranger who was a complete asshole.
And in the end isn’t that exactly what Kevin ended up being? A stranger and complete asshole? My inner voice taunted me.
“Who do you think you are coming in here and demanding me to bend over like I’m nothing more than a piece of meat?” I demanded. I was in full-on defensive mode. I hated being talked about like I wasn’t in the room, and I despised being treated like a piece of shit.
He closed the distance between us until he was so close his breath caressed the skin on my cheek. My heart galloped wildly in my chest at being this close to him. I had to fight the urge to lean forward, bury my nose in his neck and sniff his collar when his woodsy scent wafted around me.
“Don’t you ever question who the fuck I am. I’m motherfucking God as far as you’re concerned. No one steps into my den and shows me disrespect. No one. You got that?” His tone held a razor-sharp edge that I felt lash at my skin with each word.
“Yes,” I squeaked out, my head bobbing up and down in concurrence. If I’d thought Ghost was scary before, he had nothing on this man. He was on a whole other level from scary. The word scary would be closer to describing a tiny little bunny than it would be to describing him.
Coherent thoughts flew out of my head when I felt his hand on my hip. His touch was a hot brand against my skin, making my breath come in harsh pants. His proximity was breaking down all my defenses and making me feel like a bitch in heat.
The material of my thong tightened against my skin right before I heard the material rip. I looked down in disbelief at the torn lace dangling from his large hand.
Holy shit. He destroyed my underwear… with one hand.
 
About the Author
Jessica is the author of the Love Square series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she's been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world.
Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.
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Saturday, September 19, 2015

Superpowers

I recently asked a friend what her superpower would be if she could choose one. Here's her reply:


Who wouldn’t want to have them? I was watching The Ellen Show yesterday and she was talking to this little girl who designed 3D Plastic hands for children who needed them, known as Super Hero Hands. She asked the little girl if she could have a super power what would it be. Now normally you would think she would have said something like mind control, control of the elements, or something “cool” like that, but what she said left me in awe. The girl is 10 years old designing 3D Plastic hands and her reply was, “I don’t need a super power when I already have the power of imagination and thoughts.”
We need more answers like this in the world. Why spend time wishing for something we can’t have when we can use what we have for something great. Whether it’s creating prosthetics, picking up trash, or organizing a food/clothes drive for the local homeless, having a power doesn’t necessarily have to mean out of this world like Clark Kent or The Avengers.

However, for the sake of this post, if I had a super power it would be the ability to stop time. Who couldn’t use more time in a day? I would be able to work my day job, hang out with my kids, blog and write to my heart’s content. What super power would you have if it was possible? Leave a comment below letting us know!



Who gave me this answer?

A wonderful woman that writes with a raw edge; Dani Morales



Dani Morales is a native Texan currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada with her three boys and mom.  She adopted the boys in December of 2011 and loves spending every minute playing with them. On her spare time you can find a book in her hand or sitting in front of the computer typing out stories that run rampant in her mind.

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Sing to me like Frank Sinatra

I was born in the wrong year.


Do you know how I know?

I freaking love Clint Eastwood movies, Frank Sinatra and Johnny Cash are my favorite voices of all time, 80s movies hold some of my favorites, and I absolutely love stories from the 70s.

Also, I love OLD Scottish and Irish tales.

I’m weird.

I suppose my love of Harry Potter, Jack Skellington, and Johnny Depp keep me centered in this era.

I’ll remain weird.

Don’t worry, I fly my freak flag proudly.

I also hate popcorn, but that’s neither here nor there.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Sit With Me For An Honest Moment

We need to talk.

That's poor choice of words. I promise, I'm not breaking up with you. Just sit with me and listen, I've got something deep and real to talk about.

2015 started off fairly normal…until about two weeks into January…then my life started to unravel, starting with my health. From my health it went on to relationships, career possibilities gone, more health problems, more health problems, more relationship explosions… until I finally gave up on certain things.

I deactivated my Facebook, but before doing so I made my husband administrator on my page so I could keep up with it eventually. I stopped talking to almost everyone. I stopped blogging. I stopped writing.

I

Stopped

Writing

For one solid month, I didn’t write a word or open any documents on my laptop. Heck, I don’t think I opened it at all. This one month felt like an eternity.

Things were bad. With pretty much everything. The fears I had about my health, my life…overpowered the heartache I endured.

I remained silent.

I don’t remember my breaking point, nor do I remember what caused it, but I spent one entire night crying. I finally let all the built up tears out. By the time I woke up in the morning, I told myself I was stupid then grabbed my laptop and sat down in the living room…

AND

I

WROTE

I wrote until I couldn’t write another word.

I wrote one hundred and twenty nine words. Even with my need for even numbers, I couldn’t get one more word out.

Between writer’s block and my daughter starting kindergarten (cyberschool), writing is still hard for me. But I’m getting back to my normal. The normal I was in 2014 and two weeks of 2015. I will get ME back.

I’m still here. I’m still typing.

I will never quit.

Yesterday was a 3k day, and today was 4,206 words. See, I’m already close to my normal. I may “quit” other things or people in the future, but writing will never be one of them. I knew before that writing was what I wanted to do, but now I know I need it.


I know it's not details, but it's better than the silence I've given previously, right? I'm a very private person, so even this is much feels like I'm standing in my skivvies in front of all of you. I'm weird.

There is good news in this though. The Soul Mates Series WILL have book three published soon. Unfortunately, I do not believe it will be this year. I'm really far behind schedule. I promise to keep you updated and I'm extremely sorry for making you wait so long for book three.

Let Me Introduce You To...

I want to introduce you to a fellow author. Dean.
He writes Sci-fi, which is pretty cool.
Another pretty cool thing, he's writing a short stories series that you can vote on. 
Crowdsourced Storytelling.




D.E.S. Richard

The D is for Dean.
Dean is the author of the 3024AD series of science fiction stories. He also write Adventures in Indie Publishing for Nerds Feather, focusing on the latest in indie press. As that might indicate, he is a nerd (or geek?).
He is also an aficionado of good drinks (extra dry martini; onions, not olives), good food and fine dress. When not holed up in his office tweeting obnoxiously writing, he can be found watching or playing sports, or in his natural habitat of a bookstore.
He also has an unhealthy obsession with old movies and goes through phases where he plays video games before kind of forgetting they exist.

He lives in the Pacific Northwest and likes the rain, thank you very much.







About The Venturess

The Venturess is a ship. This is the story of her and her crew. Only, you pick what happens in it. Every other Friday, a new short story will be posted. You, the reader will then have a week to vote on what happens next.
The Venturess is a delivery ship- sometimes for legitimate concerns, more often not. This takes the ship and crew to the far reaches of the universe, and into contact with a myriad of species and characters.
Grab your spacesuit, your weapon of choice, and settle in for the ride.
Welcome aboard.


The Crew

Laurie Mack is the owner and captain of the ship. Serious, though not as serious as she often appears. She is brave and calculated, a businesswoman, yet a misfit in her own right- hence owning a ship and venturing on her own.
Chip is her pilot. Young and brash, he is a brilliant pilot. Happy-go-lucky and cheerful no matter the situation, and loyal to a fault. Oh, and he’s dead, so you could have skipped this.
Scorch is an automaton, brought on for loading and moving cargo, there is a quiet wisdom to him. While intended to simply fill labor roles, he has become a valuable member of the crew.
The Bartender is a Fuesillien revolutionary, with ties to the criminal underworld. He joined the crew upon Chip’s death, needing to escape authorities. It is yet unclear if he is loyal to the crew, or just serving his own ends.



You can find the stories here: The Venturess 


Wednesday, September 16, 2015

I'm Back! Did You Miss Me?

I'm not sure if anyone's aware, I've taken quite a bit of time away from my blog recently. And I've learned something from this step back.

Here's what I've learned:

1. Writer's Block Plague

Since I've stepped down from blogging at the beginning of the year, I've been graced by the Word Gods with writer's block. It's almost constant. For months I've been struggling with Twisted Destiny, book three of The Soul Mate Series. Since the start of September, I've taken time on the weekends to create a few blog posts (which I'll post over the next few weeks) about random topics. And since then, my writing time, quality of word, and word count has gotten better.

I'm a very visual person, so when I get writer's block, it's like watching silent movies. Just in my head. I can see what's happening and where things are headed but I can't hear anything. So sitting in front of the computer watching this go down in my head and trying to write what ever is happening, the words just get lost somewhere and I end up staring at a blinking cursor. And getting more aggravated with each blink.


2. Grumpiness

When I can't write I get really grumpy. I could have been yelling, "GET OFF MY DAMN LAWN!" to the birds. So I'm sure I've been short with people who don't deserve it.

3. Black Listed

I don't know if it's true, but I'm about 98.6% sure that I've been black listed by a few bloggers or authors or promoters. I really don't like that feeling. But I'm the jerk that signed up for stuff and didn't follow through. I completely understand. Hell, I'd black list me, too.

Speaking of, be prepared for posts that were sent to me since January that were never posted. I tried posting things at the beginning of the year but I know I didn't get all of them posted before I gave up on the blog completely.

4. Scramble Brain

I have never, in my entire life, be so mentally disorganized as I have been this year.

In fifth grade, my teacher would comment on every report card about how disorganized my folders were. Since then, I've always tried to organize better, it started with my school binders/folders, then it gravitated to my clothes and toys, and eventually it was just ME. I was the organized one. I was the one who could find anything for anyone. My mom lost something? I'd find it. Anyone that came to me saying, "Crap! Rachel!!! I can't find _____!" Enter the missing object, and soon enough I'd find it or suggest possible places for them to find it. It was just me. I used to have an almost mathematical way of organizing and finding.

This year, I've lost more crap than I can remember and have helped ZERO people find anything. Except for maybe their sanity when they realize they aren't near as bad off mentally as they originally thought after speaking with me.

With my husband's help, my movie shelf and books are about the only thing organized in my life right now. And this has me geeking the eff out. I do not live this way. Messy. I hate it. And that's my life in pretty much all aspects possible.

I'm in the process of cleaning and reorganizing. Mentally and physically. Lol. It's a process in itself and I am so disappointed in myself for the mess I've created.

And scramble brains leads to...

5. FORGETFULNESS

I swear, if I've told you that I would do something...I'm not lying. I really wanted to do whatever it was. I JUST FORGOT. A lot of times I remember days later and if I can still do it, I will. But that's not always the case.




I'm positive I had more for this list, but I forgot.