Didi Oviatt

Author of the Time Waster Series-Super Short Preludes, and suspense novels Aggravated Momentum, The Stix, and New Age Lamians… (blogger)

We Have A Winner & Final Week For Kim and Didi’s Suspenseful Collection…. #kdsuspense #amwriting

Kim Knight_ The Author

“The ones who live in  the bottom of the ocean,come to the surface.”

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Thank you for voting, it’s fantasy week people. Yours truly is a bit on edge but excited about this week. This is one genre I know I love to read, but find it hard to write! So thanks for the challenge. I mean that from the bottom of my heart, it’s all about growth as a writer.

In other news, Didi and I will take a very short pause. This is the last story!


 Don’t worry we will be back. This is the quiet before the storm…Kim and Didi’s Suspenseful Collection has a new twist. Ummm hmmm! We’ll see you Tuesday for week six’s short story. We’ll be back in about two week’s time with week seven’s story and a new twist. Join in with us for week six, write a story using the prompt you…

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Standalone Sunday, my pick 6/25/17: Fat Girl Be Gone, by D.E. Haggerty @dehaggerty

Standalone Sunday is a meme created by Megan at BookslayerReads. Where each Sunday you feature a book that is a standalone (not a part of a series) that you really like and would recommend to others. (Visit the BookSlayerReads page for more info).


I’ve got to admit, I haven’t read this book yet, but it looks HILARIOUS!  The awesome reviews are stacking up calling it things like uplifting, entertaining, funny, and snarky!  I can’t wait to catch up on my reads, so I can dive into this sucker!  I recently worked with D. E. On a giveaway promotion See Her Spotlight Here and will be doing another one with the same group of authors soon! (so stay tuned!)



I’m a total mess. My boyfriend dumped me – get this – because I diet too much. Not because I’m fat, mind you. Of course, this spurs me into the diet-fitness-revenge-plan of the century, which leads me to the gym and a scorching hot personal trainer. I even manage to make some cool new friends, including a millionaire if you can believe it. Things are looking up! Naturally, that’s the moment my ex decides he wants me back, the personal trainer asks me out, and my millionaire male buddy decides to throw his hat in the ring. But that’s not enough drama. No, not for me. Because I’ve also lost my job and decided to start my own business. Just call me Ms. Drama.

Warning: Bad language, bumpy roads, and embarrassing moments ahead. But there’s also more than a bit of romance and even, if we’re lucky, love. Fingers crossed.

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Choose The Write!

I’ve mentioned before that I’m from a small town. What I haven’t mentioned is that its a small “Mormon town” in Utah. That’s right folks I was raised by an LDS family and I grew up having  a certain perception of right and wrong pounded in my head. I however, am one hard headed individual, and somehow developed my own opinion, as many of us “sinners” do… Weird right? lol

To make things worse, not only do I NOT believe in a religion that’s so big on Joseph Smith, but I also like to drink wine and beer, and I write sweary books with naughty scenes in them!  *** Insert Gasp Here***

The point of this post isn’t to show what a rebel I am, or even to encourage those weirdo’s who think its cool to do naughty things merely for the attention. I actually hate that.  There is nothing that drives me nuts more that a phony or a fake…

There’s another BIG thing this post is NOT: and that’s an attack on religion, LDS or any other. (As I’m sure to get a little backlash. But whatever.)  There are a lot of people that I respect, look up to, and absolutely adore who are LDS… As well as many other religions I don’t believe in, so please don’t misconstrue my point.

The message I’m trying to get across here is BE YOURSELF! Write the things you WANT to write about, and do it with all the confidence in the world. Individuality is a beautiful thing! Don’t let the opinions of others veer you from what you want to do, and who you want to be.

Of course I have some family that don’t approve of some of my writing. I also have  some neighbors, and even work colleagues who may be just a tiny bit judgey.  My response to their disagreement is that, well, not everyone likes the same movies or music either. One book isn’t always for everyone. And besides, I only have 1 adult book out of 3 (soon to be 4) and it really isn’t even that bad.  Trust me, it could be much much MUCH more adult if I had wanted it to. I was shooting for real, not disgusting. And in my opinion I NAILED IT!

So write what you want to write and how you want to write!!  There is no right or wrong when it comes to fiction… There is only creativity, individuality, and unique beauty.  Don’t let other people’s opinion effect your topic. Write in a way that best reflects what you’re personally capable of!  Find a subject, and a pace that you’re comfortable with, hash out that first draft, and then transform it into a MASTERPIECE!  I promise if you write what you want, and do it with passion, then it WILL attract the right audience.  If there are people that disagree with the reflection you are putting across then that’s their problem.  Someone else’s opinion of us as writers is none of our business. BE YOU!!

So there you have it!

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If you want to write about religion and God, then do it!

If you want to write an adult romance, then do it!!

If you want to swear in your novel, then do it!!!

If you want to write something hot and steamy, then do it!!

No mater what it is you want to write, don’t hold back.  JUST DO IT!!


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Review: Bonds That Bind by Austin L Wiggins


3.75 stars

This little book is TWISTY, so much so that a couple of the stories I had to read twice just to double check that I actually comprehended it right. Unless your a psychic then you will never in a million years predict the ending of any of the stories in this collection.

There are six stories total, each around or under ten pages, and every single one of them poke at questions of morality. Wiggins creates relatable and understandable characters and then throws them into situations that are very much less than desirable. It’s interesting to see how the characters react to said situations. Very thought provoking!

The writing style itself is great, and the characters are surprisingly well developed given the short length of each story. I felt like some of the more dramatic scene’s were cut short, maybe rushed. I would have loved to see more detailed endings, perhaps a little bit longer per story. If Austin ever writes a full length novel then I will most definitely read it!


We all perceive ourselves as moral, and it’s easy to be so in the boredom of the day-to-day, but what about when things get ugly? Would you have the fortitude to say no if asked by a gangbanger to take part in his scheme to rob a casino? How about if someone threatened to kill your mother? Would you take them out? What would you do if your best friend slept with your wife? Would you save his life or would you let him die? Would you throw away a comfortable, if unspectacular, job as a teacher for the thrill of a big score, even if you could lose everything? Even if you could lose your life? If someone did something beyond the grounds of human decency, how much would their life be worth?
Dark and uncompromising, Bonds That Bind is the first collection of short fiction released by Writings by Ender and Beautiful / Losers Magazine founder Austin L. Wiggins. Equal parts Flannery O’Connor and Cormac McCarthy in tone, coupled with the easy, accessible prose of a Raymond Carver, Wiggins’ collection grabs readers’ attention from the start and doesn’t let go. Enjoy the ride.


Don’t Go It Alone: It’s Okay to Ask For Help

I think we all need this reminder from time to time. Great post by Christy B.!

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Be honest with others that you're struggling You don’t have to be a lone wolf. Friends and family can help you. Pexels, CC0 License.

There’s a strange attitude that many people seem to have drilled into them from a very early age that asking for help from the people around them is somehow a sign of weakness. As though the only way to live your life properly is to never need anyone else and be completely independent all of the time. Sure, there’s something a little bit romantic about the idea of being a lone wolf who doesn’t need anyone else to get by, but actually living your life like that is not only difficult but it’s also incredibly lonely.

A good life is one where you’re willing to reach out to other people and understand the importance of accepting help when it’s offered to you. However, because of how we’re all trained to want to be…

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Author Roberta Capizzi #GuestBlogger

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Please help me in welcoming author Roberta Capizzi to Nesie’s Place today all the way from Italy. Roberta is the author of sweet romances with a small town flare centered around matters of the heart.

I’ve discovered a love for small-town series, and after asking my readers to take a survey, I’ve realized I’m not alone. The romance subgenre with most votes turned out to be small-town settings, closely followed by family sagas. The results got me thinking: why do romance readers love small towns?

As a reader, I tend to get really involved in a story, and as a consequence, I get attached to characters, too. Although getting to know new characters and settings is cool, I’ve found I love it so much more when I get to meet characters I already met and rooted for. And in small-town romances, you pretty much always get to see what happened…

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Fantasy Story Summed Up In A Sentence. #kdsuspense

If you were to pick a fantasy to read, and you only had once sentence to go off of; Which sentence would you choose?

Thank you for voting!!  Your input is so very appreciated, You’re the best!!

I absolutely love working on weekly short stories with Kim! She’s an amazing writer, and it turns out we have so much in common for a couple of gals who live in such different worlds!

This will be our SIXTH story together and I couldn’t be any happier with the stories we’ve created! After we whip up week 6 (this little fantasy tale, you just voted on) we’re going to take a short break from our weekly story posts… BUT DON’T FRET, our reasoning for the break is only because we’re taking these stories and adding in a very special surprise!!  So stay tuned!!!


HOW #kdsuspense WORKS:

STEP ONE: Every Wednesday well post a voting poll with a few prompts to choose from.
STEP TWO: With the click of a button, you cast your vote on a prompt. (voting will stay open for three days.)
STEP THREE: READ AND ENJOY!  Every week on the following Tuesday we will post the short story that transformed from the very winning prompt you chose! Feel free to join in by writing your own story with the voted in prompt, just hashtag that sucker with #kdsuspense and then comment on the story post with your link.

Find previous stories to read here!!

Unique Blogger Award!

Thanks a million My Poems for nominating me for the Unique Blogger! It’s taking me a few days to put this post together, but that doesn’t make my any less grateful. Thank you so much!

My poems is an AMAZING blog!  So creative, I’m not at all surprised at all that she was nominated. If there is any blog out there that deserved the recognition it’s My Poems!


As part of the rules for the award, one must answer these questions:

1.What (or who) inspired you to get into blogging?

Believe it or not it was the RW (Reese Whitherspoon) Facebook book club!  Almost every time I jumped on that group to brows through the book discussions, I’d come cross book bloggers!  As a writer, I just knew that in order to get my books out there, I needed to be a part of this giant book blogging network, so I just kind of ran with it 🙂

2. Describe your ideal three-course meal? 

I’m a steak and potatoes kind of a gal! Rib steaks BBQ’d on a slow charcoal BBQer accompanied with mashed potatoes and steamed veggies, is my kind of meal! YUM!

3. Would you consider naming any future children after fictional characters, if so which characters?

Absolutely!  Although, my husband would never have it, and I’ve had a hysterectomy lol so future children is OUT!


Nominating 15  bloggers :

Kae Bucher

Man of many thoughts

Linda Mims

Jonathan Caswell




Reads & Reels

Tiana (The Book Raven)





Eli, The Partying Traveler


Inge | The Belgian Reviewer

Patricia Fairweather Romero



  • Share the link to the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you.
  • Answer the questions.
  • In the spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family, nominate 15 people and notify them.
  • Ask them three questions.

Prologue: Aggravated Momentum (18+ reading)


My hands are as far above my head as they can reach, my back intensely arched, and my calf muscles tighten, extending to the footboard. My pumpkin orange painted toes point as they join the stretch. The sun beams through a tight crevice in the drapes, challenging my eyes to regain vision. I squint and strain to open them. Its late afternoon, and I’ve been sleeping for four hours. Sadly, it’s the most uninterrupted sleep my taxing life has allowed in over a week.
The sensation of piercing eyes causes the hair to raise on my forearms. After I finish rubbing the sleep from my face, I glance around intently. No one is here. Weird. I swear I could feel someone’s presence. It must be my nerves. My thick down comforter drops from my shoulders as I sit up for another stretch. It isn’t usually this hot in my room, so I’m glad I was able to sleep through my sweat. My body is clammy. The tank top and shorts that cling to my skin are damp and wrinkled.
I’m supposed to meet Markie for a girl’s night in an hour. I better hurry. I told that weird friend of hers from work that I wasn’t going to make it, but changed my mind after debating all week. The decision is made: I’m going. Markie is one of my closest friends, but she’s changed since Beth died. She’s distanced herself. Now, with everything else going on around her, I’m afraid.
As the water heats, steam fills my shower and escapes through the bathroom door that I usually leave open. I like stepping out of the shower feeling clean and refreshed, not muggy and overheated. I think about Markie’s situation as I rub an oversized purple loofah across my skin. A deliciously scented lather forms on my protruding ribs and bony hips. The stress of all these deaths has taken a serious toll on my appetite. My body is shrinking, I’m beginning to look sickly.
I wonder how I’m supposed to tell Markie that I’ve been sleeping with the one acquaintance that’s off limits. I guess I can’t. Not now anyway, it will have to wait. I should feel worse about it than I do, but he’s convenient, and I’m lonely. He’ll do for now. It must be the guilt of it that’s forcing me to go to this stupid club tonight. Any smart woman would stay away.
My fingers scrub harshly into my scalp. My eyes squint tightly, trying to block the shampoo as it washes away. Before they can fully open, the shower door slides. A shocked gasp rises from my throat, and I force my lids open through a painful soapy haze. The air escapes my lungs in a slow, relieved sigh. I take in the sight of him. He stands naked with a grin, ready to join me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demand.
“What does it look like?”
“You scared the shit out of me!”
“You’re pretty sexy when you’re startled.”
“I really don’t have time for this.” I snap, “I’m in a hurry.”
He pushes his way in anyway and shuts the door behind him. He stays just out of reach of the spraying showerhead, and watches me wash off. My back tingles and the blood rushes to my skins edge in reaction to his touch. The last of the soap bubbles disappear into the drain at our toes. He picks up my leg at the thigh and presses me forward against the shower wall.
With one hard thrust, he forces himself inside me. It is a lot rougher than his usual tactic. I gasp and press my hands against the wall for balance. He moves violently, but I like it. Strong fingers intertwine through my wet hair at the base of my scalp, then he pulls it, hard. My head jerks back with the powerful tug. A quiet, excited, involuntary squeal escapes my open mouth. His breath is hot on the back of my neck.
“You like it hard, don’t you Joyce?” His voice is lower than I’ve ever heard him speak.
For the first time in my life, I get a thrill from hearing my name. He releases his hold on my hair and shoves me back against the wall. A firm arm presses against my back. I’m unable to move my chest or shoulders, and am forced to take him in on his terms. Just as I’m about to crumble under his strong hold, a menacing whisper echoes in my ear.
“This is going to hurt.”
A shock pools to my center and a chill runs down my spine. It takes every ounce of strength I have to pull away from him. He squeezes my body tightly against his own. Then he loosens his grip, allowing me to turn and face him.
“What are you talking ab…”
A sudden pain consumes my neck, cutting me off mid-question. My voice catches in the center of my throat and is unable to escape. Instinctively, I grab hold of the sharp pulsating pain and squeeze. The fluid filling my hands, and running down my arms is much thicker and hotter than the shower water. Everything is beginning to blur. I look at him, trying to plead with my eyes. I am unable to speak. I lean against the wall, in effort to regain balance. Everything is spinning. I pull my bloodied hands from my neck to take a look. My vision is distorted, but not enough to disable the sight of color. My scarlet fingers spin and blur.
I feel cold. I want to grab him, beg for his help, but I can’t. My body slumps down the wall. My legs become weaker and weaker. What have you done to me? I scramble through the black and red blur, struggling to take a look at his face. For a flash, I see him. His head is tilted to one side and his face is blank. A hint of a smirk forms across his lips. I black out. I can still feel but I can’t see. I pull in breath with short shallow pants. I can hear an awkward gurgle coming out of my throat. My body is ice cold under the hot running water.
My life slowly drains away, yet a sharp digging pain reminds me that I am still alive. One piercing jab after another stings into my ribs, chest and stomach. I try to kick, throw my arms or scream, but cant. I can’t move. It only takes a few more jolts to realize that I’m being stabbed. Over and over the shock spreads across my body. After what seems like a lifetime of torturing pain, it finally fades. A faint sensation is left at my neck. There is something touching my midsection, something inside it. That too melts away until there is nothing left. I don’t feel anything anymore – no pain, no fear. I give up the struggle for breath and let myself go to the darkness.




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