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My Thoughts on ‘Fallen’ by Lauren Kate… and What I’m Reading Now: ‘Beautiful Creatures’

8 Feb

What a wonderful Monday!

-The Saint’s won…

-The Book Contest with Penguin (which I entered KA in) has begun…

-It’s not raining…

-And I slept in!

And best of all – a new book!!

Let’s Start With the Book I Just Finished… shall we?

Fallen, what an engaging book! I had a few friends on my other blog warning me that it takes a while to get to the romantic part of this book, BUT, in no way does that ruin the story – not in my opinion. There is so much going on, so much mystery, that you almost want to wait.



The ending in my opinion was perfect. I’m so glad he left, because it will keep the reader desire to see Daniel and Luce together, strong. It’s what we’re all going to be waiting for. Not to mention just who or what she is…



What’s Next?

In leau of the cover, I chose to use lavender for my titles today. I’m excited for this book! A little bit longer than most the books I’ve been reading lately, this book will hopefully keep me reading for at least the next week – crossing my fingers.

A southern Gothic, another point I’m excited to read it. Yeah sure, my whole life has been spent on the west coast, but my husband spent part of his life in Georgia.

Supernatural teens. Perfect research for my ever-changing Knight Angels Series…



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Holiday Cheer As Promised, My New Editions are Now Available!

4 Dec

They’re Here!

Hey everyone. So despite the frost that is lurking in my yard, threatening to freeze me and my failed car battery to death, there is still an upside! Between jump starting my car (nearly impossible to find a ground point in that thing) and making wedding shower invites for a friend of my mother’s, I have succeeded in getting my new editions of Guardian and Feather online and ready before Christmas!

I am also happy to say that my editor (between delicious glasses of wine that give her her amazing editing powers) is also feverishly working away on Raven! I know she is excited by the fact that my writing skills, grammatically, have vastly improved, because it makes her job easier! AND it makes it so that we can get the story to you sooner. EDITED.

I know that’s been my biggest battle through all this, but it’s nice to learn a little in life, and I have. If it wasn’t for my editor Christina Corlett (Spanish Teacher from New Jersey and author herself) I don’t know what I would do. The best part is that she returns my manuscripts to me in a fashion you would expect from a teacher. I consider her the English-class-I-never-took.

Let’s review some of my reviews!

Sara O’Neil “Anam Cara” from LaGrange, Indiana wrote:

            This book is very well written….. I am a media specialist…I buy young adult genre all the time, it’s my job,and this book is a keeper. The story and the characters have depth, and both have been well thought out. So many young adult novels today are very superficial… This novel makes you think about more than clothes, popularity, and boyfriends.
            It’s magical….you fall in love with Edgar. Abra makes you feel his pain and darkness. The emptiness that Estella feels is almost palpable. The idea behind this book is brilliant…I love the complexity of the world she has created!
            Books of this type help students learn to write better….this type of material takes them outside the box, lets their imagination flow! Kids aren’t using their imaginations these days….I see it all the time in our elementary school, and it’s sad. So many of the children that I read to want books that are “real”. I think because they have such a hard time with the concept of imagining they want material that doesn’t make them think.
            This is a wonderful book…..and I love the idea of having the unedited version….the true authors voice, what a teaching tool for students. They learn that you don’t have to be perfect the first time you put words to paper, what really matters is that you write, and write, and write…..

Now, this is a reader that gets it! This was my point, my entire purpose for this whole series! In third grade my teacher nurtured me to be creative, and so did my parents. They always said, “Never let go of your creativity, because it is the thing that sets you apart…” This is very true. My whole goal is to help people understand that creativity is not something to be afraid of. There is no such thing as a bad story, or a sloppy painting!

The world has become so desensitized, that we are afraid to set ourselves apart from all the rest. Don’t be afraid! I get some rather mean comments about my writing at times, but it doesn’t discourage me because in my heart I know that I am doing what I love, and what I love is to write stories! It’s whatever I want it to be, and that’s what makes it all so fun! If I want someone to fly, they will! There is no right or wrong…

Thank you Sara, I loved it 🙂

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Anyway, so if it’s an epic love story, magic, adventure, and mystery that you’re looking for this holiday season, don’t hesitate to fall in love with the Feather Book Series, now respectfully receiving the attention it deserves 🙂

Feather (Second Edition, Fully Edited): Book One of the Feather Book Series

Guardian: Book Two: (Feather Book Series)

Another Great song that inspires…

17 Nov

My friend Anya reminded me of the song Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin after the post I did yesterday about their other song, Dance with the Devil, that has inspired the story behind the new book I am writing, the Knight Angel Series. She inspired me, in fact, to change the main characters name from Jules to Jane. This main Character, now Jane, has an obsession with death, and the past. Her father died in front of her in a car wreck, and for whatever reason, she survived, though she shouldn’t have. If you watch this video, it was exactly what I saw of her dreams and life, but at the time, I hadn’t even thought of it…

New Book: We’re Just Going to Keep Pumping These Bad Boys Out…

1 Oct



Now that I am done with the last book in the Feather Series (Raven, in editing) then I am going to begin with this NEW series, well hopefully series, Called Knight Angels. I have to see where it goes. Yeah, I’m like that.

“CAT! Stop hanging from the curtain….”

Sheesh! Anyway. So this new book will have more Guardian Angels, magic, Shape-Shifters, and possibly more strange characters along the way. It’s a brother team of three, two are dead, one is evil, or rather, a Hell’s Angel. The live brother is roughly 98 (Michael, good, breathing), the other brothers are 17 (Maximus or Max, Good) and 19 (Gregory or Greg, Evil), Guardian Angels, which means they’re immortal…

Then of course there will be the love interest (Jules) and crazy sister (Always have to have one of those, it’s imperative, Emily) , and then the childhood friend and secret Shape Shifter that loves Jules (Wes), see where I’m going with this?? Love triangle?? I love ‘Love Triangles’

This book will be written from an endless number of standpoints, styled like this with the first letter of each name, sort of like the cover design idea. See, I can MATCH!


        It wasn’t long after my death that I started to ignore the cries of agony. I knew I couldn’t save all of them. No matter how hard I tried, it was never enough. The guilt drove me to insanity and I was forced from the place I called home. Though my remaining family kept me coming back, it didn’t take long before the voices returned and the guilt took over and I was force to leave once again. I never asked for this burden, a life sentence of torture, but it is my burden to keep, and my world to protect. I am Maximus, and I am a Guardian Angel…


     “Jules, Emily!” I slammed the cup of orange juice down on the counter. “Jules! Emily! Hurry up!” I looked at my watch, it was already 7:53 and I was late for my shift at the Hotel. Being a single mother had never been easy, especially with two teenage girls.

     I walked across the kitchen a grabbed a dry piece of toast from the toaster, shoving it in my mouth. I never regretted having the girls, but I did regret having them at such a young age. If I had waited, my husband would have died before they were born, leaving me with more options, but that was not something to think of, not anymore. My girls were my whole world now, and I loved them. I used to think I knew everything at age seventeen and that was why it made having Jules, now at the same age, so hard. I saw myself, understood that I was far too young. I wished I had known better.

     “Jules! Get your sister, let’s get going!” I yelled, crumbs flying from my mouth and onto the floor.

     I heard the pounding of footsteps as the girls descended the stairs and I was instantly filled with relief. It was their first day, and I was beyond excited to see them back at school.


     I hated first days. I hated everything. I was tired of the same struggle to make friends everyday. I didn’t understand why I felt so lost, or why I felt as though I didn’t belong here anymore, and when I say belong, I mean the fact that I couldn’t shake the dreams of death I had every night. Perhaps I was supposed to die back then. What if I’m here on false pretenses?

     “Jules, make sure your sister get to her classes? Will you? I don’t have time to worry today,” My mother nagged, her hair falling from her loose pony tail. I knew how busy she was, and how hard she tried for us, but we were her choice.

     I looked at my sister, as she gave me a glare that reminded me to leave her alone. Today was her first day in High school as a freshman, she didn’t need her bigger sister hanging over her like the overprotective freak that I was.

     “Okay everyone, into the car.” My mother ushered us both out the door, handing us both a five dollar bill for lunch.

     It was barely enough to buy a bagel and milk, not that Emily would buy anything anyways. Emily was your typical dark troubled teen, and a handful at that. Since she was thirteen, I had relentlessly hunted after her, dragging her from one High School party after the next. The scary thing was that now, she was in High School, making the task even harder on me and the parties more accessible.

     “Want to give me your five?” She leaned into me as we lagged behind, her dark eyeliner smudging into her eyes.

     I gave her a disgusted glare, knowing all she wanted to do with it was buy prescription drugs.

     Emily was gorgeous; at least she was under all the makeup. She was tall and thin, attracting all sorts of attention, but mostly the negative kind.

     “No, you can’t,” I hissed.

     Emily glared, grabbing the handle of the car door and snapping it open.

     I walked around to the other side, taking a deep breath before opening my own door and ruefully climbing in. I had given up my life to play mother to Emily. My own mother was too overloaded with work to notice a lot of what went on. I knew my mother meant well, but it was a burden that had destroyed my own life.


     I slammed the car door for dramatic effect, showing Jules that I was pissed. She had plenty of money stashed up somewhere, I knew it. She was a goody two shoes, and it was really starting to cramp my style. I saw the cute neighbor boy next door climb into his car.

     I rolled the window down. “Hey, Wes.” I said his name as seductively as I could.

     “Emily,” Jules hissed, as she always did. “Hi, Wes.” She waved, leaning over my lap and hoping to cover up the fact of what I had just done.

     Mother looked back at me in the rear view and I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms against my chest as Jules reached across me to press the button on the window, bringing it back up.

     Mother spoke then, but not to me, she knew better than to do that. “Jules, why didn’t you ever date Wes? He’s a nice boy.”

     I laughed to myself, finding the hilarity in the fact that no one would date my sister. She was too much of a prude. I was certain that I’d had more action than she had, in fact, I was pretty sure she was a virgin.

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