Didi Oviatt

Author of suspense novels Search For Maylee, Aggravated Momentum, The Stix, and New Age Lamians. As well as the short story collection Time Wasters and (co-author of) The Suspenseful Collection. Columnist for The Conscious Talk Magazine.


Didi Oviatt - Author

Writer of suspense, inspiration, poetry, and short stories.

This week is my blogiversary!!!

Cheers everyone, I’ve made it a full year! I feel like so much has happened here on the blog over a full year’s time! In three hundred and sixty five days this very blog has had 535 blog posts, 25863 views, and 10745 visitors.

I have no idea how good or bad that is technically speaking… But, speaking for myself and my own personal satisfaction I’d say these numbers are AWESOME!!!


It’s been one hell of an exciting year, and I’m thrilled to keep on keepin’ at it! I’ve got to say I’m rather addicted to this whole Blogging extravaganza!  I love everything about it, especially all of the awesome people behind their pages. Getting a peek into the genius brains behind the blogs around here, and getting to chat with such awesome authors, booknerds, foodies, and more has been a pleasure! So, thanks bloggers for being a part of my little world for this past year, you’re the best!!!


To help me celebrate, don’t forget that I have a new release that just came out this month Search For Maylee! As well as a special slasher sale going on in honor of the creepy creep season, Aggravated Momentum!


Since Maylee was abducted from her high school the very month of graduation, her Aunt Autumn has never lost hope in finding her. It’s been three years. Autumn has finally reached inside herself and found the courage to track down an old lead. She moves across the country to find him. Will Autumn be able to pry Maylee’s case back open? More importantly, what will Autumn uncover in the process of searching for Maylee? It’s a cold dark world we live in, and she is about to find out just how cruel it can be. Strength and determination are on Autumn’s side and she will do what ever it takes.


Not everything is as it seems in what appears to be an average family. When danger lurks so close to home, skeletons emerge, and the darkest of secrets surface, causing twisted desires to become reality. Aggravated Momentum offers the perspective of some very diverse and unique characters, including fun, witty personalities to fall in love with, along with an intellectual killer to die for. You may be surprised as to whom exactly you can relate. Is it the cold, calculated murderer, who’s name is yet to be revealed? Markie or Kam, the independent sisters, guilty of nothing more than getting tangled with the wrong people at the most inopportune times? Or, the cowardly snake curled in a hidden corner? Who are you, exactly? And, more importantly, who are they? The deeper you dig into the psyche of another, the more breath taking are the secrets you will find.

AM victim



How To Survive Life With Too Many Characters Living Inside Your Head #SundayBlogShare #Writers

Excellent post by Blonde Write More… Lucy, once again you’re positively spot on 😎😊


It’s not easy being a writer. We find ourselves drawn to tweed based outfits, berets, Twitter, book shops and attractive notebooks. We stare into space a lot, walk around with pencils tucked behind our ears, go a bit crazy after our morning coffee and have intense conversations with invisible folk.

One of the problems a writer can face is that their invisible friends can multiply inside their head at an alarming rate. Once a writer has several stories under their belt, their head can be overrun with fictional people. Overcrowding is not the only issue, fictional characters can also be noisy, disruptive and demanding.

If you are a writer like me, who struggles to say goodbye to her characters once the story has ended, you might find you are living out your life with what feels like a small crowd inside your mind. Has your head ever felt like this…


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Review: Untangled, by Alexis Rose 5 stars


This is hands down the hardest memoir I’ve ever read. The life that Alexis Rose survived is so completely unfathomable. It’s hard to even imagine, let alone begin to comprehend, the pain both physical and psychological that she was forced to endure. To be put through such trauma by the hand of those who should have loved, shielded, and protected her, is utterly heart wrenching. Parent’s should nurture, love and support their children. What Alexis’ parents did was so completely opposite of that. It is, in my opinion, practically impossible to even put into words how horrible the things are that Alexis was subjected to.

This book shattered my heart into a million pieces. Despite it being such a short easy read, it took me a few days to get through because I had to put it down quite a few times to process…. and to cry. I had to take breaks to hug my kids and to stare blankly at the wall for large chunks of time, just to make any sort of failed attempt to understand how people out there can be so cruel and twisted.

Not only was Alexis abused by her parents, but they willingly passed her over to others to abuse her in ways that are arguably worse than most people could even come up with in their worst nightmares. Heart wrenching!

Luckily, Alexis’ story isn’t only one of such unfathomable abuse. It’s an inspiring tale of resilience and a deep rooted strength. Alexis is by far the most admirable woman who’s story I’ve read. Not only do I recommended this book (and have), but I feel like it’s quite possibly a necessity to anyone who may be taking their own lives for granted. I know for a fact that I will never look at my own troubles the same. I’m actually grateful for them, and all their minuscule quirks. I’m grateful to have a life full of love, and I’m positive that I will hold my children closer for as long as I’m alive to do so.

Thank you Alexis, for sharing your life’s story. Thank you for your example of how a human can have such a wholesome and compassionate heart despite everything you’ve been through. And most importantly thank you for giving me such a live changing prospective on the value of the life of my loved ones!


A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph.
Recalling her life, the author takes us on a journey of unimaginable abuse with continued explicit threats that eventually led to her being sent overseas on an impossible mission. Alexis Rose repressed the memories of her past until a family tragedy forced her to face what her life had been. A history of abuse, torture, and threats to maintain her silence or be killed could no longer be denied.
This is the story of facing the truth and risking the consequences of breaking the silence. The author learns to accept the effects of the trauma that echo through her daily life as PTSD.
Through years of self-exploration, Alexis learns to live her life fearlessly, with eyes wide open. Ultimately this book is about resilience; hope for victims who have suffered trauma and for the people who support them.

Editing 101: The Price of Editing — A Writer’s Path

by J.U. Scribe Free editing anyone? That was the question I found myself asking when it came down to editing my own story, Before the Legend which I’m merely weeks away from publishing. This post is long overdue, mainly due to my very busy schedule, but I have editing and life to thank for that. […]

via Editing 101: The Price of Editing — A Writer’s Path

In Love With My book(s)

A shipment of books was dropped off on my doorstep last night, and I’m absolutely beside myself! Excited doesn’t even begin to explain how I feel right now. It’s kind of weird the way a mix of elated nerves, pride, and strange humility can all braid themselves into ones insides. I absolutely love how the cover to Search For Maylee has turned out!! Pardon my language, but it’s fucking beautiful! Even looking at it next to my other books, it just kind of stands out!!

**breath Didi, just breath**


Trudging down the well beaten path of a writer isn’t always easy. There are so many ups and downs in the writing process, and finding the dedication and balance to keep on moving can be hard. But, it’s moments like these when you get to see your name printed on such beautiful covers and get feedback with four and five star reviews that make it all worth it!!

That, and the smell. I adore the smell of a book. I could totally be happy as that weirdo who sits in the corner for an hour a day, just fanning and shuffling the pages of a paperback, just sniffing lol.. Being able to do that with my own books is oddly fulfilling!

Thank you everyone who has read my book, and who has put it on their TBR’s. I can’t wait for more feedback. This is me, I hope you can see the Thank You in my grateful eyes!


EXCERPT, Aggravated Momentum. On sale now for Halloween! #99cents #slasher

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 can’t. 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.

Anxiety: The Monster… Living inside like a real Halloween beast.

I rarely get anxiety, but when I do it’s consuming. Feels like my emotion maker has been beaten with a baseball bat. I remember the very first anxiety attack I ever had. It was about seven years ago, and I had just experienced my third miscarriage. Anyhow, the last few days I’ve been plagued with the familiar fingers of anxiety, drumming on the nape of my neck, trying to barge into my life full force.

Now, I like to make sure that all of my posts are positive and uplifting. I hate downers, and I’m not a drab ol’ Negative Nancy by no means. But, today…. It is what it is, and lets face it; there is absolutely no positive angle or really anything uplifting to learn about anxiety. Aside from maybe a need to get your body chemistry and hormones back on track (and possibly meds… even though I hate them and refuse to take any).  I guess its time to start taking some extra vitamins, eat healthier, and get my ass off of the crazy train!



A cold rotten finger reaches out, skims the meaty flesh of my skin, leaving a cool sear of angst behind it in a lingering trail. Is the beast outside trying to get in, or inside trying to get out? Maybe both. A transformable entity, molding itself to all monstrous beings. Dipping it’s decrepit toe into my mind first, testing the water before diving completely inside.

When it’s outside it follows, hovering. It shadows everything I hold dear, blocking the view of anything shining that wholesome light I adore. It waits for the right moment. Just when I open my mouth to take a breath or to show the love and confidence that I cling to as a human, it stops me. By shoving it’s thick veiny arm down my throat and gripping it’s giant monstrous fist around my heart and lungs. Stops the breath, suffocating. Like sinking in quicksand. Once it feels like my very chest will collapse in pain fear and shock, it brings me back with a cold flick. Restoring my heartbeat, just barely…

But, now it’s inside. It seized the opportunity to force it’s way in, it’s stuck there now and can’t get back out. At first it tries kicking and clawing its way out. Beating the tar out of my guts and throat. When that doesn’t work, it morphs into jaws and sinks it’s teeth in. Right in the center of my chest, trying to chew its way free. Still stuck. Finally it resorts to it’s last monstrous trick. Venom. Like a serpents’ poison, the feeling of deadly rotten ink working its way through my veins, my bones. It makes me sick, literally, and then finishes itself off with an excruciating headache.

In other words, it sucks lol. Meanwhile, we slap a smile on our face and go about our day to day lives as if there is no anxious monster living in and around us at all times. Feeding off of our very life blood. What’s that all about, anyway?


📚Awesome Libraries📚

Touch My Spine Book Reviews has some pretty damn good taste!!

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I’m in love with these libraries!!!!📚📖🎊😍

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Review: Scandalous, by LJ Shen


4 of 5 stars

Talk about hot poetic rage! I absolutely loved this book and I wanted to give it a five star rating so bad, yet I found myself comparing it to the first three books in the series and I just couldn’t quite put it in the same category as the previous Hot Hole stories. *sniffles a slaps forehead* But, in LJ’s defense I don’t think many books, like ever, will compare (especially to Defy – that one’s my fav)!! That said, lets talk about what I did love about Scandalous.

The loathing rage-full chemistry between Trent Rexroth and Edie Van Der Zee is dangerously sexy. Trent is the fourth Hot Hole’s story to be told in the Sinners Of Saint Collection, yet possibly the most complex. He grew up poor unlike his three best friends, which made his romance with money a different sort. They call him The Mute. He’s the strong silent type, but being quiet really only adds to his mystery. Getting inside his head is a f*cking treat! He’s brilliant. Kind when it counts and ruthless where it’s necessary.

Edie is more than ten years his younger, and barely legal. They both know the attraction is wrong, but the irresistible pull to one another is a powerful force that, well, is clearly not to be reckoned with. One thing I love, is that Edie isn’t your average naive rich spoiled teen. This poor sole has been raised by the nastiest wolf in the pack. She’s had to grow some thick skin and deal with some very real tough things in her life. Stuff that would break most adults. Despite carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, she manages to maintain her poise, dignity, and absolutely admirable spitfire attitude. That’s not to mention she’s smart as a whip.

The two start out on rocky ground. They are forced into each other’s lives on less than pleasant terms. But, after the first time Trent witnessed Edie’s kind hearted spirit in an interaction with his daughter (she got the troubled child to smile and that was HUGE! and adorable) He melted a little around the edges, and had to make sure Edie stayed around the office for his kid.

What grew between the two was an emotional roller coaster. Both having fearless and nasty agendas, they wound up completely intertwined with one another. I love the banter!! I love the irresistible emotions! The ending was to die for, a beautiful shocker. And am 100% satisfied with the entire Sinners of Saint set as a whole. Each and every one of the Hot Hole stories is an absolute must read!



“Best book of the year” – Angie’s Dreamy Reads.
“Best book I HAVE EVER READ” – Bookalicious Babes Blog.

They call him The Mute for a reason.
Hard, cold and calculated, he rarely speaks.
When he does, it’s with disdain.
When he does, his words aren’t meant for me.
When he does, my stomach flips and my world tilts on its axis.
He is thirty-three.
I am eighteen.
He’s a single dad and my father’s business partner.
I’m just a kid to him and his enemy’s daughter.
He’s emotionally unavailable.
And I am…feeling. Feeling things I shouldn’t feel for him.
Trent Rexroth is going to break my heart. The writing isn’t just on the wall, it’s inked on my soul.
And yet, I can’t stay away.
A scandal is the last thing my family needs. But a scandal is what we’re going to give them.
And oh, what beautiful chaos it will be.

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