So how was your weekend, my blogster buds? Friday night turned into pizza and a movie night for us. We rented the Avengers. I love the actors in the Avengers, love the Iron Man series and the Thor series, but unfortunately neither the HH or I enjoyed Age of Ultron. The back and forth dialogue between them was good, snappy. But the plot just didn't do it for me. Enjoyed the pizza:)
Saturday night we went looking for toys since the babies will be in next weekend. And...had pizza.
Give me pizza, chocolate and a bestseller under my belt (Isn't that a odd phrase?) and I'll die a happy woman.
Vampires have come a long way from the old black and
white stills of Count Dracula in movies of the 1930s and 1940s.If someone came to your door looking like
that cartoonish stereotype—unless it was a Halloween costume party—I expect you
wouldn’t invite them across your threshold.
In modern-day media, vampires are somewhat prettier
and more alluring---a la True Blood, The
Originals or even Buffy and its
progeny. (Whether vampires should
sparkle in the sunlight or not is a debate for another time.) But there’s no
question that the appeal of the dark, mystical vampire sits well across the
Whatever they look like, though, one of the traits
they tend to share in common is that they drink the blood of others to
replenish their own vitality. As Louis
says in Interview with the Vampire: “Blood,
I was to find, was a necessity as well. I woke the next evening with a hunger I
had never felt.”
But the literature also tells of a kind of vampire
that never has to take a drop of blood from its victim: the psychic vampire.
What this sort of vampire seeks out is the xi,
or the life force energy inside a person. In the same way that a “traditional”
vampire sucks blood to strengthen himself, a psychic vampire will drain her
victim of energy, leaving them with “general debility, lack of motivation and
energy, an emaciated physique, a pallid complexion, and an overall sense of
weakness,” according to Dr. Bruce Goldberg.
Have you ever felt like the person you’re talking to
is absorbing your energy, your very breath? We’ve all met someone who just
leaves us feeling exhausted and without resources after a meeting or
conversation. Perhaps it’s that woman in your office who always has major drama
going on and she can’t wait until you step into work to tell you her latest
tale of woe. Five minutes into your day, and you’re already wiped out. Or if
we’re service providers, clients can also leave us feeling the same way. People
who thrive on drama every moment can debilitate those of us who have achieved
calm in our own lives.
For those who are intuitive, or empaths, this may
set you up as a victim, especially in places full of people, like sporting
events, shopping malls or other crowded venues.
Dr. Judith Orloff has written
often on this issue and how people
might protect themselves from psychic vampires:the easiest one is just walk away. She also
suggests that you visualize an energy shield of bright white light around you
that you can use at “family dinners or social events where you're trapped.”
Georgia MacLeod goes so far as to suggest that carrying
an amulet might be appropriate as a defense.
Does this feeling sound familiar? Take notice of how
people around you make you feel, and then take steps to strengthen yourself,
set proper boundaries and feel better.
LOVE ME, KISS ME, KILL ME excerpt
away isn’t necessarily the answer.
In her mad rush to escape a failed marriage, Sara Woods takes the first job
available and lands in the middle of a mystery. Her first assignment as a news
reporter for the Ralston Courier is the investigation of a string of deaths,
all young women, all her age.
She becomes a patient at the Goldstone Clinic, a local mecca of healing, to
deal with chronic pain from her past. But all is not as it seems at the
Goldstone, its doctors and nurses are all the picture of perfect beauty and
health. Patients at the clinic first seem to get better, then they deteriorate.
Sara enlists the help of Dr. Rick Paulsen, who teaches her how to access her
internal power, skills she never knew she had, revealing secrets from her past.
Police officer Brendon Zale also takes an interest in Sara, but he acts like a
stalker, watching her every move, and he won't leave her alone.
As she digs deeper into the story, and more young women die without
explanation, she tries to choose allies wisely, but not till the last
confrontation does she discover the identity of her true enemy.
We took advantage of the beautiful fall weather this weekend and went into the mountains, ate at Canyons then meandered to the Tanger Outlet.Though not as evocative as Valerie's and EC's, below are pics I snapped with my phone on the drive.
Dina Bushrod won the drawing for the wristlet and charm bracelet.
This is the big one boys and girls. With over two hundred participants that means over two hundred prizes, each valued at ten dollars or more. I'll be giving away a ten dollar amazon card and since it is the season...a copy of Vampire Bay in paper or e, winner's choice. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment, WITH YOUR EMAIL ADDIE. If you'd like to follow me on twitter: twitter.com@Sandra_Cox or like me on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SandraCox.Author
that would be great but it's certainly not necessary to enter or win.
Next on the list is Practical Frugality
The entire linky list can be found here:I Am A Reader. Good luck Halloween Hopsters.
THERE'S ALSO A CAKE BOOK GIVEAWAY GOING ON UNDER THE CONTEST PAGE. FEEL FREE TO ENTER.
This is such a sad commentary on our times. Last week the school my daughter and SIL teach at was locked down because of a shooter threat. Luckily, neither she nor her husband were there. And luckier yet, no one was hurt. The last article I read, the authorities weren't even certain there was a gun on campus. But prior to this there was an anonymous internet threat of a mass shooting so
the authorities were taking no chances. In this country, your safety is no longer insured when you go to church, school or the theater. Some people want to arm our faculty. (Can't you just see that in the job description. Besides having a masters in your chosen field, you must be willing to pack heat.) Some now carry guns to church. Where does it end?
In a household of rabid Cub fans, I have managed to maintain my distance from baseball for the length of our marriage. Last week I broke down. I watched the Cubbies take down the Pirates 4-0 Wednesday night. And then instead of going out Friday we ordered a pizza and watched them lose to the Cardinals 0-4. Last night it was Burger King and watching them win over the Cardinals 6-3.
Tonight....hopefully we'll be clicking bats.
Greetings, Blogster Buds. Today I'd like to welcome special friend and author Mae Claire and introduce you to her new work, Myth and Magic. I read this one and was blown away. It was a taut, suspenseful read, loaded with plenty of internal and external conflict, and written in deep POV. And what a perfect story for Halloween.
Thanks for joining us, Mae.
grateful to be here today with my most recent release, MYTH AND MAGIC, a
romantic suspense novel set during Halloween and centered on a creepy corporate
lodge. It’s on sale now across retailers for just $.99 through 11/4/15.
the questions writers get asked frequently is “Where do you find the inspiration for your characters?”
most writers will tell you characters find us before we find them. They have a
way of hunting us down and popping into our heads, loudly demanding attention.
Some are more forceful than others. All have a unique voice, but there are
always a handful that nag repeatedly until their story is told.
characters usually have romance in their future, but it is always intertwined
with a healthy dose of mystery and suspense. And they rarely have normal happy
AND MAGIC, my hero has to make amends with a great many people from his past.
He’s estranged from most of his family, has hurt the only woman he ever loved,
and is motivated by a tragic circumstance that claimed the life of his closest
childhood friend. Simply put, the guy has a lot of baggage—and it all comes to
a breaking point on Halloween.
Caith Breckwood showed up in my head, lugging all of his past sins, I knew I
had to tell his tale. Or maybe, I should say, he convinced me. He doesn’t
resemble anyone I know. He wasn’t inspired by news events or someone from
history. He just “appeared” as most of my characters do. I guess I have my muse
to thank for that. Either way, I’m happy I met him, and the people who populate
his world. You can find out all about them in MYTH AND MAGIC! J
Blurb for Myth and Magic:
AS CHILDREN THEY PLAYED GAMES OF MYTH AND MAGIC… Veronica Kent fell in love with Caith Breckwood
when they were children. As a teenager, she was
certain he was the man she was
destined to marry. But a traumatic event from Caith's past led him to fear a
future together. He left Veronica, hoping to save her from a terrible fate.
Twelve years later, Caith, now a P.I., is hired to investigate bizarre
incidents at the secluded retreat Veronica manages. Returning to his hometown,
Caith is forced to face his nightmares—and his feelings for the woman he’s
THEN ONE DAY THE MONSTERS BECAME REAL.
After the callous way Caith broke her heart,
Veronica isn’t thrilled to see him again. But strange occurrences have taken a
dangerous toll on business at Stone Willow Lodge. Forced to work together,
Veronica discovers it isn’t ghostly apparitions that frighten her, but her
passion for a man she has never forgotten. Or forgiven. Can two people with a
tarnished past unearth a magical future?
Buy Links for MYTH AND MAGIC…Just
$.99 through 11/4/2015
Mae Clair Bio Mae Clair opened a Pandora’s Box of characters when she was a child and
never looked back. Her father, anartist who tinkered with writing, encouraged her to
create make-believe worlds by spinning tales of far-off places on summer nights
beneath the stars.
Mae loves creating character-driven fiction in settings that vary from
contemporary to mythical. Wherever her pen takes her, she flavors her stories
with mystery and romance. Married to her high school sweetheart, she lives in
Pennsylvania and is passionate about cryptozoology, old photographs, a good
Maine lobster tail and cats.
It's that time again. When we as writers express our doubts and concerns, share our experiences and encourage others.
First a reminder of the short story contest IWSG is offering. A 5 to 6 K short story with the theme of a parallel universe/alternate history. Send your story to theIWSG@gmail.com by November 1. Visit the IWSG website for the rules. So who's planning to enter?
One of the banes of writers is poor reviews. When discussing this with a fellow writer bud, she mentioned that another writer had said that if Stephen King, Nora Roberts and J.K. Rowling could get 1 star reviews why shouldn't we. I was much struck that anyone would give the royals of the writing world 1 star reviews. It did put things in perspective. And since I'm currently into memes I created the following:
Feel free to grab it.
I'm also into buttons. I've doing the I heart buttons with my book covers in the background. If you'd like an I heart Ghosts or Diamonds or Vampires button, shoot me an email @ email@example.com. Ghost For Sale made its debut in time for Halloween.
And came...We had flash flood warnings all weekend. We've been deluged. The roof sprung a leak in several places.Sigh. Alex Cavanaugh's area was hit too.
Besides a wet week and weekend, it was also a foodie week last week. Wednesday was free pie at O'Charley's. I'm going to go a little off track here. Pie sounds so southern but after living in NC for nearly twenty years, it seems more of a Midwestern thing. No Perkins. No Bakers Square. And its not offered that much on menus outside of O'Charleys. From the crowd they pull in on Wednesdays, I would think some of the chains might want to rethink that. Our waitress told us that last Wednesday they ran out.
Thursday, a bud took me to Olive Garden which I hadn't been to in years. They were doing two-fers. One for there and one to take home. OMG. The food was wonderful.
But enough about food....
After setting out buckets to catch the leaks we headed to the east part of the state to see our babies and help the boy, who was on babysitting detail while his wife took a much needed weekend away.
I'm happy to say that when we got back home Sunday evening, the ceilings were still intact. Not that I was worried.....much.
How was your weekend. Did anybody else deal with the rains?
Crystal Collier's birthday wasn't last Monday it's today! So once again....Happy BDay, Crystal:)
Blurb: Lauren isn't looking for love when she spends a scintillating night with Reid, the sexy keyboardist of Thane's Redemption. While their passion may be off the charts, her trust issues--and Reid's secret life as a time-traveling covert agent--makes any chance for a relationship impossible.
When operatives involved in a mysterious project begin dying, Reid defies orders and travels alone into the future to find the cause. But when things go dangerously awry, it takes all of his strength to get himself back to safety--and directly onto Lauren's doorstep. While neither of them remembers their night of passion, their intense connection leads Lauren to help him. But as Reid's memories reignite, will he be forced to sacrifice everything to finish his mission--including the woman he loves?
About the Author: Nina Crespo lives in Florida where she indulges in her favorite passions -- the beach, a good glass of wine, date night with her own real-life hero and dancing.
Her lifelong addiction to romance began in her teens while on a "borrowing spree" in her older sister's bedroom where she discovered her first romance novel.
Curiosity about people and places, including what's beyond the stars, fuels her writer's imagination. Let Nina's sensual contemporary stories and steamy paranormal tales feed your own addiction for love, romance, and happily ever after.
The lead singer of Thane’s Redemption jumped on stage. He grabbed the mic and blended his rich baritone with the edgy rock beat.
Waves of sound filled The Song, and the packed audience of mostly women cheered.
Up-tempo guitar riffs and pounding drums brought them to their feet.
Lauren Blake danced. Audible sweetness and the dark-haired keyboardist intoxicated her.
Muscles flexed underneath the clean-cut hottie’s navy button-down shirt. The rock and thrust of his jean-clad hips inspired fantasies of holding on for a sinful ride. As he played a rapidly building chord, he scanned the crowd. His gaze lingered where she jammed with Ari and Celine.
Her heart rate ticked up.
Silly, he’s not staring at you. Interacting with the crowd was part of the gig.
The band launched into a cover of a popular song.
Lauren plopped down in the curved, faux leather chair at the table.
Celine sang the lyrics along with the band. Dark hair skimmed her shoulders as she shimmied to the beat. Finally, she was enjoying life.
As Lauren fanned her face, she winked at Ari.
Plum-colored lip tint complimented her friend’s light brown complexion along with her smile. “Mission accomplished.”
Celine had given them hell about going out tonight. Still, they’d zipped her into a killer red dress and dragged her from the apartment. Her having a good time now made up for the massive attitude. Not to mention, she’d snagged Thane. The tall lead singer had a silky-looking mane most women would die for; a muscular build, and, from what she’d heard, mesmerizing golden eyes. He was the sexiest guy in the band. Well, one of the sexiest.
Thane sat down on a stool center stage with an acoustic guitar. He dedicated the next song to Celine.
The sensual rumba-styled melody captivated most of the women in the audience. The rest shot eye-daggers in their direction. Lauren flipped her hair and gave the haters pointed looks. Please. They needed to get over it. Celine more than deserved the attention.
Lauren immersed herself in the lyrics. They were an invitation for one night of passion. The chords hummed through her veins. Images drifted in of the keyboardist wrapping her in his arms. His caresses floating over her. His wicked, tantalizing kisses weakening her knees.
Prickles gathered along her spine.
He looked her direction.
Her face grew hot. It was dumb to entertain the illusion, especially with her good-man indicator on the fritz. Hadn’t she learned her lesson after consistently picking out so many duds? Her handy hell-no list did ferret out the worst. Mama’s boys and cable sports junkies. In-between-jobs types who wanted to use her as their personal ATM. Commitment-phobes who didn’t “do” relationships. Courtesy of the last loser, double hell-no to self-centered pricks. And, of course, no heroes committed to protecting the world—military, police, not even those cute firemen at the local station. Nothing against dedication, but the sacrifices they made for their jobs ruined relationships.
The ballad ended to thunderous applause.
At the end of the show, a server dropped an envelope next to Celine. She opened it and pulled out three blue tickets.
Ari’s brown eyes widened. Lights from the stage shimmered in her metallic top as she wiggled in her seat. “We’re going to the after-party!”
“It’s late. I need to go home.” Celine shot up from her chair and rushed out.
Bright fluorescents flickered, erasing the muted glow of bar neon. The Song transformed into gray walls, dark floors, and steel. The lingering crowd skirted past round, red tables littered with used glasses and crumpled napkins.
“Shit.” Ari swept dark bangs into her short cut. “I thought we’d made a breakthrough. You know what this means—we have to convince her to go to the party and hook up with Thane.”
“Nope.” Lauren finished the last of her tangy-sweet mangotini. “You heard her snap my head off earlier when I suggested she talk to that guy at the bar. I’m done with matchmaking. It’s your turn.”
Ari sighed and grabbed her purse. “Wish me luck.”
Lauren stood and picked up her green clutch. No need to hurry. She had the keys. Hopefully, World War III would end before she got to the car.
**Want more of REID’S DELIVERANCE, The Song Book 2? Pre-order is now available. Read the rest of Chapter 1 on Nina’s website www.ninacrespo.com. Start the series with THANE’S REDEMPTION, The Song Book 1, on sale for a limited time. Pick up your copies today!