His eyes glowed bright as brimstone. The tips
of fangs were visible even under his closed lips.
me a moment,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.
stared, the glow subsided. From the wash of the street light his eyes shone a
stormy gray. The tips of the fangs retracted. I walked to him, unafraid.
“That’s twice now you’ve saved me.”
use up lives quicker than a cat.” His voice had returned to its normal
melodious cadence. He watched me approach.
you, again.” I held out my hand. “I’m Suzanne James.”
hand that swallowed mine felt cool and hard. “Adrian Caine.”His touch drew me. His eyes compelled me. My
heart beat quickened. My breath grew shallow. I took a step closer then closer
yet, my only awareness: his magnetic gaze and the sweet peppermint of his
breath on my upturned face. His eyes were stormy as thunderclouds on a dark night.
“You conflict me.” He breathed that sweet scent on my face as his head lowered
Cal’s voice startled me
and broke the spell I had fallen under. I took a deep breath and a step back.
“Yes. Cal Royce, Adrian Caine.”
men sized each other up. From the expressions on their face, neither was much
impressed with the other.
should do a better job protecting her, policeman.” Adrian spoke in a soft voice but it carried a
sting like a whiplash.
Cal’s head jerked back.
His hand tightened around my purse. I grabbed it before the contents spewed out
from the force of his grip. “What the hell does that mean and who the hell are
you? How did you know I was a detective?”
were you when she was attacked just now?” Adrian
Cal whipped around. “Is
that true, Suzanne?”
felt a headache coming on. And my eye began to twitch.
Cassie Scot is the ungifted daughter of powerful sorcerers, born
between worlds but belonging to neither. At 21, all she wants is to find a
place for herself, but earning a living as a private investigator in the shadow
of her family’s reputation isn’t easy. When she is pulled into a paranormal
investigation, and tempted by a powerful and handsome sorcerer, she will have
to decide where she truly belongs.
Scot, still stinging from her parents’ betrayal, wants out of the magical
world. But it isn’t letting her go. Her family is falling apart and despite
everything, it looks like she may be the only one who can save them.
To complicate matters, Cassie owes Evan her life, making it difficult for her
to deny him anything he really wants. And he wants her. Sparks fly when they
team up to find two girls missing from summer camp, but long-buried secrets may
ruin their hopes for happiness.
My parents think the longer the
name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Cassandra Morgan Ursula
Margaret Scot. You can call me Cassie.
I've been called a lot of things in
my life: normal, ordinary, and even a disappointment. After the Harry Potter
books came out, a couple of people called me a squib. Since I haven't read
them, I have to assume it's a compliment.
Personally, I prefer normal, which
is why the sign on my office door reads: Cassie Scot, Normal Detective.
You have to understand that around
here, when your last name is Scot, people are easily confused. Not only are my
parents powerful practitioners, but I have six talented brothers and sisters.
Plus, my family hasn't always been known for its subtlety. When weird stuff
happens around here, the people who are willing to believe in magic are prone
to suspect the Scots.
The day I opened for business I got a
call from an old woman who swore her cat was possessed by the devil. She also
swore she'd read my web site, which clearly stated the types of work I did and
did not do. Exorcisms were on the No list, and while I hadn't specified pet
exorcisms, I would have thought it was implicit.
Bio and Links:
author Christine Amsden has written stories since she was eight, always with a
touch of the strange or unusual. She became a “serious” writer in 2003, after
attending a boot camp with Orson Scott Card. She finished Touch of Fate shortly
afterward, then penned The Immortality Virus, which won two awards. Expect many
more titles by this up-and-coming author.
Greetings everyone, yes it is Monday, but it's getting closer and closer to the holidays where we'll be home even on Mondays.
My Vanilla Extract is bottled and ready to go. I ordered the bottles and labels on line. Next year I'm going to start in July so those beans can get good and saturated, and my vanilla will smell more like extract and less like brandy:) I'm giving them out with a Christmas spatula and chocolate covered pretzel.
Babies are still in holding pattern, which is just fine with the hh since he is in the middle of giving and grading finals. I kept the ceramic planters from when my babies were born and I'm recycling them for the next generation. I took the planters to the local florist and had them put plants in them and when our little peas in the pod decide to make their entrance I'll take them to the hospital and give to the DIL. It's hard to tell from the picture but the one plant is a pink Christmas Cactus.
But enough about me. How was your weekend? Wondrous? Of course, it was.
With us today is Kai Strand talking about: Good vs Bad. Not Always A Clear Choice
I’m going to ask you to do some imagining with me. Picturing
scenarios in your head for the purposes of illustrating a point.
Imagine if you will, an epic traffic pile up on a freeway.
An oil tanker has tipped on its side and is spewing its contents. The river of
gasoline is headed straight for the pile of cars that are already aflame. The
truck’s driver hit his head and is out cold, slumped over the steering wheel.
(The cab is still upright, while the tank is on its side. We must keep this
simple-ish). How do you react?
GOOD person: Rushes forward, throws open the truck’s door,
climbs in, unbuckles the unconscious person and drags him clear just as the
trail of gasoline ignites and a line of flame zips backward to blow the tanker
BAD person: Rushes for truck, throws open door, climbs in,
rifles through driver’s pockets for wallet. Repeats process with any other
unconscious driver in the pile up not already engulfed in flames. Walks away
from incident with $140.00.
Now, imagine with me a crowd of revelers pouring out of a
sports arena after their team won its first championship in 100 years. How do
BAD person: Insights riot, sets trashcans on fire, tips over
cop cars, breaks car windows. Shouts their team’s name prefaced by a cuss word.
So proud of their actions, they grin into the news cameras.
GOOD person: gets the heck out of there. Fast.
Okay, let’s go back to that first scenario and put yourself
in the BAD person’s position. But first let me give you a little background.
BAD person in on the freeway in the first place because she got a call that her
son fell off the jungle gym on the playground and cracked his head open. He was
rushed to the hospital, where she was headed when the multi-car pile up
happened in front of her. She doesn’t have health insurance and only a part
time temp job that pays barely more than minimum wage. She’s already gotten a
disconnect notice from the electric company and she’s two weeks behind paying
rent. BAD person might have made a bad decision to steal money, but she saw an
opportunity that may help pay the hospital bill. Is she a bad person or is she
a person reacting to bad circumstances?
Now, let’s move on to the second scenario. Put yourself in
BAD person’s position. Or better yet, don’t. That person is simply unlawful and
As you can see, sometimes people are in a victim mentality,
making decisions with what little opportunity they have and other times a
person is just bad. However, in both circumstances, you likely don’t have the
entire story in order to make that determination.
Jeff Mean is King of Bad. But don’t judge him until you’ve
read his entire story.
Jeff Mean would rather set fires than follow rules or observe curfew. He
wears his bad boy image like a favorite old hoodie; that is until he learns he
has superpowers and is recruited by Super Villain Academy – where you learn to
be good at being bad. In a school where one kid can evaporate all the water
from your body and the girl you hang around with can perform psychic sex in
your head, bad takes on a whole new meaning. Jeff wonders if he’s bad enough
He may never find out. Classmates vilify him when he develops good
manners. Then he’s kidnapped by those closest to him and left to wonder who is
good and who is bad. His rescue is the climactic episode that balances good and
evil in the super world. The catalyst – the girl he’s crushing on. A girlfriend
and balancing the Supers is good, right? Or is it…bad?
Sitting front and center in math class the next morning was
the Amazon. Jeff almost stumbled when he saw her. Even folded into a standard
classroom desk, her body went on and on. Her olive skin glowed under the
fluorescent lights. Miles of wavy sable locks tumbled to her waist. A short
skirt revealed a never-ending expanse of legs gracefully wrapped together under
the desk. They seemed indecent. Jeff wasn’t attracted to her, per se, but she
intrigued him. And scared him to death.
Amber colored eyes gleamed when they met his. She looked him
over from head to toe and a half smile curved her full lips. Jeff fought the
urge to scurry past and with all the casual aloofness he could muster, he
sauntered to his desk at the back of the room. He heaved a loud mental sigh
when he was safely behind her. He might understand Pyro’s claim that something
wasn’t right about the Amazon. Though he doubted that he and Pyro were
referring to the same thing.
To Jeff’s dismay, the math teacher had the Amazon introduce
herself to the class. She stood at the front and stared pointedly at Jeff most
of the time. When she spoke he groaned. Her voice was warmed butter
rum—soothing, comforting and intoxicating. Jeff made the mistake of glancing at
her while she spoke about her home in northern Italy. As soon as they made eye
contact, Jeff was transfixed. Though she continued to speak aloud to the class
she also spoke directly to Jeff in his mind. It wasn’t in a language that Jeff
understood, but he knew she was hypnotizing him.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
When the electricity winked out, Kai Strand gathered her
family around the fireplace and they told stories, one sentence at a time. Her
boys were rather fond of the ending, “And then everybody died, the end.” Now an
award winning children’s author, Kai crafts fiction for kids and teens to
provide an escape hatch from their reality. With a selection of novels for
young adult and middle grade readers and short stories for younger children Kai
entertains children of all ages, and their adults. Visit Kai’s website,
www.kaistrand.com, to browse her books, download companion materials or to find
all her online haunts.
No, it hasn't happened yet, but we are expecting news any day. Our little peas in the pod are turning into little ponies. The girl weighs nearly six pounds and the boy is five pounds three ounces. None of us think its going to be much longer. And I'm certain poor mom is hoping its going to be sooner than later. Since we think they'll be here for Christmas I picked up a couple of things...
To celebrate 1000 posts, Pat is giving away $100.00 Amazon card. He's done a truly creative video too that's all kinds of fun. If you haven't been there yet, pit stop by and enter . You may be the winner. Here's the addie: http://rhymetime24.blogspot.com/
While you're there you might want to check out some of his books.
Most of the world's seventeen billion
people are unconscious, perpetually serving their employers as part of massive
brain trusts. The ecosystem has collapsed, and corporations control all of the
world's resources and governments. A bedraggled alcoholic known as the Prophet
predicts nineteen year-old waitress Eadie will lead a revolution, but how can
she prevail when hunted by a giant corporation and the Federal Angels it
The mist was clearing. Brian found himself
standing in the street outside the bar he had entered earlier. Half a dozen
battered and bleeding men stood surrounding him, and at least as many more lay
on the gravel, seriously wounded or out cold.
attack had come from somewhere in the mist, from all directions at once. His
head and torso ached and throbbed. He locked his shaking knees to keep them
from buckling. Every muscle in his body seemed to be lengthening, pouring
downward like water. His eyelids drooped.
of the standing men took a step toward him, fists raised. Brian tried to turn
away from him, his arm flopping behind his back like a fish.
his back! His eyes opened a little wider. He straightened and forced his arm to
function, whipping out his revolver and aiming it around at the circle of
tried to pull back the hammer but too many of his knuckles were broken. He
ended up simply pointing it at the closest one, who backed away cautiously.
Once past him, Brian walked backwards, still aiming the gun as long as he could
see them. Then he turned, moving as fast as he could manage, back toward Dok’s
Mark D. Diehl
writes novels about power dynamics and the way people and organizations
influence each other. He believes that obedience and conformity are becoming
humanity’s most important survival skills, and that we are thus evolving into a
has: been homeless in Japan, practiced law with a major multinational firm in
Chicago, studied in Singapore, fled South Korea as a fugitive, and been
stranded in Hong Kong.
spending most of his youth running around with hoods and thugs, he eventually
earned his doctorate in law at the University of Iowa and did graduate work in
creative writing at the University of Chicago. He currently lives and writes in
Cape Elizabeth, Maine.