Didi Oviatt

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



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.


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!!

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.




INDI-AUTHORS UNITE. Leave a link and find a read! Open book swap!

  Don’t miss your chance for a great swap!  There are some AWESOME books here available for reviews. 

I’ve personally added each book suggested so far onto my TBR list, and I can’t wait to read them!

I’ve noticed a slight lack in support as of late. There is a lot of talking and not much reviewing of each others Indi books!

So, I’ve decided to drop this post as a semi-permanent place to read and review each others books. We’ll call it a ‘pick your book swap’.  Leave an order link in the comments with your work, THEN come back whenever you’d like and PICK ONE TO READ! Please only share if you plan on reading another.  

This isn’t only a promote yourself post, but a show your support for other amazing authors! Please share share share!!   I’m talking share you links, share this post, and lets share our thoughts on each others books!

It’s time to pay it forward fellow Indi’s.  Lets read others work just as much as we promote our own 🙂 ..  I can’t wait to see all of your books!!



Excerpt: Search For Maylee …. COMING SOON!

Nervously, Autumn hurried to the door. Before opening it, she took a quick heart throbbing look out the peep hole. There he was, the man she had spent her evenings swooning over while listening to the steady hum of his voice over the phone. A man that she once detested, and now ached for. There were so many things she wished could be different about this moment. She would have prepared herself, dressed nice and fixed her hair – probably up and swept from her face. She would have picked something with a low neckline to wear, lathered her skin with her silkiest lotions, and even taken the time to shave. Everything…

Rather than the romantic reunion Autumn had been anticipating, she was being forced to see him in dreaded conditions of her own, and clearly of his too. It was going to take everything she had to shoo him out of her apartment. She had every intention on telling him all about Josie, but not until she had the time to speak with her first. Josie needed to warm up to Autumn, and rest. That wouldn’t be a possibility if she was thrown to the wolves before even being able to catch her breath. Autumn had to keep Josie a secret, at least for tonight.

Chance stood outside the door waiting impatiently. It’d been a long trip, he’d caught the first flight possible after hearing news of another sighting of Maylee. Right there in Denver nonetheless. It was time to be completely honest with Autumn, and he had to do it in person. Anxiously, he held his breath as her metal door creaked open. All he could do was come clean about his lies and pray for her forgiveness.

Their eyes locked and for one brief moment they were the only two people in the world. Josie, Craig, Jeremy, and even Maylee faded into mere background.  The sharp gray shards of color in his eyes pierced through her, and she drank in their naked vulnerability. There was a sense of surrender in the upward pull of his brows. It was a look she was yet to see plastered on his handsome face, a look that melted her from the inside out.

As she welcomed him in, the sexy familiar scent of him threatened to consume her. It smelled like spruce bark and ocean mixed into a fresh rustic blend, and it followed him into her apartment, her heart, her future. They had opened up to each other in a way that there was no turning back from. Even if it had only been by phone. No matter what he had to say, there was sure to be a way around it. Autumn was confident of that.


As usual, I’ve bitten off more than I can chew lately. One project after another, I’ve filled my to-do glass until it’s spilled on the floor leaving me nothing but a mess. But, I’m happy to announce that I see a light at the end of the tunnel.  I have set everything aside for the last couple of days, and have really thrown myself into my latest and greatest!

I’ve been working on revisions for this portion of my book-to-be Search For Maylee, and I’m so excited about it! So, I thought I’d share an excerpt today, hope you enjoyed, and I hope you hang in there!  I’m definitely still planning on a fall release for this book and I’ll keep everyone posted as soon as I set a date!

Thanks for reading!



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A halfway through review… (is this even allowed?)

So, I’ve been making my way through a TBR list that I pulled from an Indi-Author open read swap that I posted just over a month ago. (yes it’s still open BTW and I republish the post every week or two to keep it growing. So stop on by and find a great book to read from the options in comments!)

Anyway, I’ve hit a slowing point on my way through reading the books listed, and here’s why… My daily routine is a bit crazy. I’m a mother of two with WAY too many logs on the fire. Between the kids, the hubz, the “job”, and my writing career, I’m pretty strapped for time.  As every other career mom is (or all moms for that matter) But, as much as that sounds like a reasonable enough excuse for being behind, it’s only half the reason.  As any good author knows, reading in general is IMPERATIVE to your growth as a writer. So naturally, finding the time to read another excellent writers work daily is very much a priority.

I pencil my reading time at night. That’s my routine, and it totally works for me. My kids are sleep fighters. They are 2 and 4 and they NEVER go to bed.  We battle for hours. Bath time is at 7:30 and we lay down by 8:30… But they never ever fall to sleep!!!  Which actually works out well for me, because I can read them their bedtime kids books first as we’re winding down, and then I can settle in with my Kindle and snuggle one or the other kid for the sometimes HOURS it takes them to fall asleep. They get their snuggles, I get some quiet reading time…. Win Win… It works for us.

Right now I’m reading a Paranormal book off of my Indi-Author open read swap list and it is ROCKING MY WORLD.  I love paranormal books. Well, I love all scary books.  Well, okay okay, I just love all genre’s of books. Variety is the spice of life right?

Anyway, this particular Paranormal is SO good, and SO scary that I’m honestly freaking myself out while trying to read it at night during my normal slot, and I’ve had to cut my reading time short. House noises have me on edge. Every time my dog makes a peep, I’m convinced there’s some creepy evil spirit messing with him. It’s so bad that I’m honestly seeing shadows.


To top things off I’m having nightmares!! BAD ONES

Now, let me tell you. The writing is superb. I absolutely love the story line, and I’m falling head over heals for the characters too!  There is so much going on with this book I just want to devour it, but its taking me so much longer than usual because I’m cutting each session short from being a scaredy-cat!

Anyway, I promise to finish it up over the next couple days. It’s time to strap on my big girl boots and get past my freaked out mental anguish. At that point I’ll give it a real review.  For now, if anyone out there is ready for a book that will actually make you tremble even in your sleep then this is it!!!!

Humorous YA Love Story, Teaser.



Finally, the longest Garth Brooks song in the history of country music comes to an end and I look up to see him. That’s right, HIM.  The twangiest voice of the bunch was sung by none other than the man of my dreams.  All beard and no embarrassment. They’re slapping each others backs after their proud display of Low Places.

“Look at him.” I tell Lynn.

“Which one?”  Her head snaps up like a lioness on the prowl.

“Far left, Yankee’s hat.”

She tilts her head in thought, “Yeah, he’s alright I guess.”

“Alright?”  I can’t believe her. “Just alright? He’s a ten!”

“Dana, I don’t think anyone in this bar tonight is a ten.” Then she returns her attention to her phone and spits out some statement that I only hear half of. “Just don’t leave me at this…..”

I’m out of my seat before she has the chance to finish. She may have said ‘table’ and ended it there, or maybe she said ‘table without getting me a drink’… Who knows. I’m distracted and far too busy honing in on my prize. His small group splits, some make their way to the pool tables, some to a bar stool.  I linger in close behind until he takes a seat, then I cram myself between him and some other burly looking guy who took the stool next to his. There’s no stool for me to sit on, so I’m forced to stand shoulder to shoulder between them. I bury myself with the scent of his cologne and then allow my entire left side to feel the heat of his body.

Without any words, I tell him hello with only a smile and undress me eyes. A fraction of me is shy, which is weird and completely out of the ordinary. Another part of me is overwhelmed by excitement and the embarrassing question as to whether or not he’ll be able to tell that I just barfed my guts out. I lean over the bar to draw the attention of the woman behind it, and of course to give this enticing man a good look at my rear end. I ordered us each one shot and one beer. The rest of the night is history.

This has been a short excerpt out of Love or Low Places? Super Short Prelude to Love, by yours truly.  It’s the first in a series of short stories. I invite you to read more!  Reviews are welcome!


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