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.



New Age Lamians #teaser

26 Amazon reviewers have given New Age Lamians an average of 4.2 of 5 rating saying things like “Excellent Quick Read worthy of any nightstand.” and “More Than Your Average End-Time Novel!!” It’s  multi-genre steam-punk with a mythological twist.

Print Length: 152 pages  Publication Date: April 22, 2014

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I studied the drifters face as I listened to his words. He was obviously aged by the sun and weather.  His  skin was like leather, with eyes covered in wrinkles, and a chin blanketed with hair.  His beard touched down to his mid neckline and moved as he spoke.  I listened to the scratch in his voice and watched the slight shake in his hands.  I wondered how old this man must be.  He spoke with a certain confidence and truth in his voice.  With his arms wrapped around the rolled up snakes skin, he left the crowd making his way to the tree line.  Bending at the waist, he unraveled the skin.  I watched as this towering man unrolled the ball.  He left one end at edge of the grass, and slowly rolled the rest through the waiting crowd, to the other end of the clearing.  The rolling ball grew smaller and smaller as the laid out portion was left behind in one long, thick, impossible skin stretching out across the entire length of the clearing.  Shock instilled into the voices of the men and women standing next to me. I on the other hand stood speechless along with my silent father.

The dead and detached skin of this snake stretched along the entire distance of the clearing that we had proclaimed as the marketplace.  Each scale was larger in diameter than the length of my wrist to forearm.   Fearful whispers lingered amongst the crowd.  “Where did you come across this snake skin?” ask my father.

“It has been passed through two other travelers before me, along with the story of its origins.  But I assure you sir, this is the skin of no snake.”

“It sure does look like a snake to me.”

“At first glance yes.” He replied, “But notice the shape.  It does not shrink down on both sides nor have the head of a snake.  It is triple the size on one end as the other.”

Again my father retorted “Well that doesn’t mean anything.  What if it is much larger and just broken in the middle?”

Rolling laughter escaped from the drifters lips. “I do like your style my good sir!…  come along with me to the end and I’ll show you something before I tell you all the tale of what this skin belongs to.”

My father walked next to the drifter and I followed close in tow.  The rest of the crowd slowly made their way behind us at a cautious distance.  I stared down at the skin laying at my feet as I made step after step to the edge of the clearing.  The skin grew wider and wider until it came to an abrupt stop. Pointing at the end of the shedding Johnson explained the way that scales shrunk back down around the edges and rounded out into a different shape along the final row.  In conclusion he noted the slight indents at the outer edges indicating the way the scales formed and attached to the creature.  Nodding his head my father seemed to agree with the drifters logic. I let my eyes wander down the length of the shedding.  I was overwhelmed by the size and mystery of it.  It was dark gray in color, unlike the average clear tan pigment held by most other reptile shedding.  Each scale had been diamond in shape.  An eerie beauty radiated from it, as its flow filled the grassy clearing and demanded the attention of every man and woman standing close to it.

“You do have my attention, Mr. Johnson.”

“Just Johnson please.”  He stated with a warm smile.  “They are calling these creatures Lamians.  Half serpent, half man… Well woman I should say.”  Already a head above the rest, he seemed to stand even taller.  His proud smile quickly faded into a menacing blank stare.  A cloud crossed over the wrinkles in his face and bags under his eyes.  “Upon much study, the story has been passed along with the skin. After seeing the terror in the eyes of a few men and women before I came across it, I believe every word.  It is said that snakes carrying the Lamian venom were stirred awake from an ancient sleep.   The shock of the lightning and the horrendous roll of the omnipotent thunder, unleashed its power.  Snakes containing the most potent of a magical line awoke from centuries of undisturbed slumber.

“The original beast was said to be transformed from a human into a serpent hundreds of thousands of years ago by an overwhelming loss in her life.  She cursed the Gods, and in turn was cursed herself to live out her life as a serpent.  Her name was Lamia. Upon being slaughtered, the unborn snakes inside of her was also put to rest by the gods.  Until the lightning began.  The storm awoke the decedent snakes of Lamia.  Her blood boiled in their veins.  Her sight peered through their eyes seeking out only the most beautiful woman alive.  Upon finding these women the snakes would sink their fangs deep into the flesh infecting them with their venom.  It is said that over time this venom changed the women bitten.  At first their beauty lasted for years not allowing them to age.  As time went on the serpent inside of them started to surface changing these women into an awful creature that feeds off of the pure blood and flesh of humans.  Once the serpent has completely taken over, the evil that is their new selves devour their old souls.  They can smell human life just waiting to be fed upon from miles away.  They move from house, to hut, and to cave consuming every human they come in contact with.  They travel and feed at night, amongst the lightning, when the rest of the world is in hiding.”

Glancing around at the faces in the crowd his expression remained the same as it had when he began his tale.  He explained that he had made it his mission to travel as far and as fast as he could to warn survivors of the storm, that the Lamians are coming.  He doesn’t know how far away this skin was picked up or how fast the creature moves.  He also stated that it has been at least a year since he has been to a place that had already heard of the beast.  I looked up and down the length of the clearing at the giant shed skin of the serpent as he spoke.  No mater how hard I imagined I just could not picture this horrendous being.  My stomach twisted and stirred at the thought.  I was only 22 years old at the time with no life experience other than that of our cave and the marketplace.  I am now 26, and my story is one of courage and heartbreak.


Review: Deity’s Soulmate, by Angelina Kerner 4 of 5 stars

My Review:

4 of 5 stars.

Deity’s Soulmate has the most uniquely modern twist on mythological aspects I’ve ever read. It’s different, and I love different. Gardenia is the daughter of Athena and Zeus. She has a bit of a temper, and often makes rash decisions. She lets her family and the fates press her buttons, and she’s known to act on emotions rather than thinking things through.

Her stubborn bull-headedness isn’t all bad though. After breaking the rules, checking out human kind in war without permission, and listening to some negative comments of belittlement from her family and one of the fates, Gardenia makes a split decision to create a Galaxy of her own. Such a task usually requires years of extensive training. It’s extremely taxing on the body and soul, and the complexities of creating life is far to overwhelming for a teenage goddess to understand.

Luckily Gardenia survives the first step. But, for punishment Zeus places her creation in a limbo state and requires her to train for quite an extensive period of time. Everyone is expecting her to fail. After her choice to seek out the help of dragons as her trainers rather than the obvious choice of her family, they all seem to stand against her even more. Gardenia uses the lack of faith in herself by her family to feed her determination. She seeks out the help of dragons to train her for the task at hand. What she finds in her journey is far from what she expected.

I really enjoyed the style of this story and am excited to read the next books in the series!  I enjoyed the fates. They’re deceptive and weave a path of destruction. It’s kind of like they are irritating in a perfect way. I love the approach Angelina took with Dragons! I felt like Gardenia was a bit juvenile. A part of me felt like that was necessary to the plot, and part of me not so much. Ultimately I really enjoyed the read, and will definitely be reading the next in the series!


From author Angelina Kerner (Seven Hours: Challenge Accepted) comes an all-new fantasy series about Gardenia, a daughter of Athena, and her 100 years of coursework on how to create whole new worlds and subjects of her own.

A sheltered schoolchild in a realm of condescending gods and goddesses, Gardenia goes to Earth on a dare to witness the unsavory side of mankind for herself. Believing she can do better, she undertakes the formation of an entire galaxy, but without permission from Zeus.

Zeus disciplines her by assigning an epic 13-fold creational lesson destined to take her a century to complete. But he is taken aback once more when she makes an odd choice. She vows to fulfill this knowledge quest by tracking down a lost race of dragons, and discovering the secrets they’ve kept since time began.

Searching the universe to meet even one dragon may be a fool’s errand, but that’s the least of her worries. For ancient wartime resentments linger between the nations of dragons and deities, and some dragons would attack Gardenia on sight!

Yet she ventures out undaunted, learning unexpected things about nomadic life, tender love, and mortal peril along the way. The biggest surprise of all, though, goes by the name of Ri. Ri may be the man of her dreams, the voice in her head, the dragon she’s seeking, or all these things and more…

Meanwhile, the Fates brew sordid plans of their own and Hera jealously sets traps and trials for Gardenia at every chance. What’s a young goddess to do? Flight or fight?

Your Mind Holds The Fate Of My Character. (FREE YA Dystopian Novella Nov. 30 – Dec. 4)

The time has come to finish this twisty dystopian/mythological hybrid trilogy, New Age Lamians.  I have a couple of different outlines for books two and three, but I’m struggling to decide on which plot points to run with. SOOOO, I’ve decided to approach my starting creative angle a little differently than usual, and let the readers tell me what they’d like to see happen!

Here’s my plan: I’ll take all of the comments and reader’s wants, and put them all in a giant pool. Then I’ll cross reference my favorites with the outlines I already have in place. I want to get started by the end of the month, so what I’ve done is marked the first book in the trilogy as FREE for the next five days, and then will keep it at $.99 afterwards for a couple more weeks. (Remember sharing is caring. I’ll take all the feedback I can get!)

It’s a short easy one sitting read, only 152 pages to be exact! Once you’ve finished it, then feel free to reach out to me on my CONTACT PAGE and tell me as much or as little as you want on what you’d like to see happen with the next two books! It’s that simple!


What is this book about, you might ask?

New Age Lamians is a cross breed dystopian story. The hero is an unexpected youngster that is stolen away and injected with a serum that’s transformed him into a super-hero. The villain is an ancestor of the Mythological creature Lamia, who has been awakened by the very lightning that’s brought this world to it’s knees.  It’s different. It’s twisty. And, rather than going into more detail I’ll just drop a couple of super short samples. One for the hero and one for the Lamian, and you can decide whether or not you’d like to join in the feedback that could possibly shape this triple novella set.


I was lowered into the tank feet first. The liquid was a thick, warm gel. I wiggled my toes feeling the slime slip and then mold into place between them. By the time I was waist deep I could no longer move my feet. I became motionless and without feeling as I descended to my fate. Further and further down I was engulfed in the shocking warm fluid. Past my stomach and to my neck. I took in short shallow panicked breathes as the gel touched my chin. Leaning my head back I tried to keep my mouth out for as long as I could. As the wet warmth engulfed the remainder of my flesh. I held my breath and opened my eyes. Everything was a blur, I could see the silhouette of each body in the room yet I could not tell apart who was man and who was woman.

I peered out of the tank in fear searching for Dr. Brooklyn, but with no success. I remembered her words to breath the liquid as if I was breathing regular air. I was now completely motionless from head to toe. I could not feel a thing aside from the weakening pound of my heart. The lack of oxygen was dulling my mind as I continued to hold my breath. After a few more seconds I could no longer take it. I felt as if my chest was going to explode leaving my body dead in this disgusting paralyzing gel. I couldn’t take it any longer. Unable to part my lips I let the air out through my nostrils and took in a giant breath. Rather than air filling my lungs I felt the slime slowly making its way down my nasal cavity and into my chest. Strangely I felt as if I had been breathing it all my life. Oxygen was flowing through my body and into my brain as if I was breathing the natural fresh air I had taken for granted on an otherwise normal day.

No sooner than my body began to relax the pain struck. The first needles were injected into the backs of my knees. I could feel each one, long and sharp as they pushed through my skin and into the joints of my legs. I tried with all my strength to move away from the pain but I was rendered motionless. The molded gel held me in place as the same pain was now being shoved into the insides of my elbows. Followed by my neck and lower back. I tried to move away and escape the torture, but I could not. The mold held me in place as all six needles made their way further and further painfully into my flesh.

The sharp excruciating pain of the serum was then pushed into my body though these multiple burning needle tips. Thick like hardening sap on a pine tree. I felt it burn its way into my veins. Engulfing my body in shock and fire. Every molecule hurt as the fibers attached themselves throughout me. It spread like a slow forced plague infecting my body with smoldering lava. Though motionless on the outside I was screaming and thrashing on the inside. With every beat of my heart the burning pressure was pushed from one end of my body to the other. Reaching my brain last. I felt as if my head was exploding into a thousand pieces. Like it was being ripped apart by rabid wolves. I screamed at the top of my lungs yet was heard by no one, as the sound was masked by the disgustingly thick gel I was being held in. My mind darkened as it clouded over by a deep gray followed by an ultimate darkness. Welcoming the illumination, my mind slipped into a much needed unconscious state.


Mesmerized by the recording on the television, and mentally distracted by Amber in the apartment next door, I could now care less about my doctor. She was merely a pretty face and nothing more.

Upon instruction Judy continued to play the recording. Darkness consumed the screen, lit up only by periodic flashes of light from the sky. One flash after another the village huts would appear out of the darkness only to be re-consumed within seconds.

“This took place last night, just after sundown. The lightning had only just began.” As the next flash of light lit up the screen, a figure appeared. “Pause it!” he all but shouted.

The screen froze and in front of me was a gruesome heart wrenching scene. The women in the room gasped. I held my breath and swallowed the lump in my throat. The Major remained emotionless.

The creatures eyes glowed in the reflection of the light. Long black hair hung down her nude body, covering her breasts, reaching down past her stomach, and ending at a line of black and silver shimmering scales. In the clutches of her deadly grasp was the body of a limp man.

“This Jackson, is the largest Lamian we have caught on video yet… and she is headed straight in our direction.”

Eyre and lingering, the word Lamian echoed in my head. She was not at all what I had pictured from Johnson’s tale. This was much worse. The human portion of her body was nearly three times the size of the dead man’s she held in her arms. The snake portion wrapped around itself and intertwined between the homes of the innocent families being slaughtered right before my eyes. There was no way to tell just how far her length could reach. Standing out, more so than anything else, were her blood stained fangs. The long, sharp, venomous fangs were bearing. With a mouth stretched open at an impossible width, and evil in her gaze, her extended dripping fangs were hanging down just above the stomach of the dead man.

“Now Judy, after you press play I want you to re-pause the recording with each lightning flash. This will allow us to see how fast she moves and the destruction she is capable of.”

I masked my fear with an unreadable face and motionless body. Each time the video paused, the creature had another person, or sometimes even two at a time within her grasp. She moved from one side of the television screen to the other at an alarming speed, leaving the bodies of the dead piled up on the ground beneath her. In no time at all the screaming stopped and the scramble of rapid mass murder slowed.

“This is the part that is most shocking Jack. Watch carefully.” Major Kay stated….

So there you have it!  Thanks for joining in, I appreciate it more than you know!  I’m in a bit of pickle trying to decide on which outline to choose. So, in a way… you readers hold the fate of Jackson, The Company, AND the Lamians in your nerdy fingers… ENJOY THE FREE READ!!  Download it now, and I’ll hold off on diving into writing until I’ve gotten as much feedback as possible at the end of the month.


Young Jackson Bellony is scarcely a man when a rain of lightning heralds the end of the world. The Company is just a mysterious group that drops care packages into his village and harnesses the technology that others lack.

Soon an enigmatic drifter wanders into Jackson’s village and warns that The Company isn’t to be trusted. But before any decisions can be made, Jackson is taken away by The Company, after being told he has what it takes to be a super-warrior.

The enemy, they say, is the Lamia: a creature that’s half woman, half snake. The apocalyptic storm killed much of mankind but awoke the Lamia, which now endangers those who weren’t killed by the century of destruction. It’s a monster, and The Company needs Jackson and his superior comrades to defeat it.

But, is Jackson really the one who can save the world?


Thanks again for taking a dip in the Character Shaping Feedback Pool!!

ITS FINALLY AVAILABLE! Happy Release Day At My House! #coldcase

I’m completely washed over with gratitude for everyone who has read, reviewed, and pre-ordered my book!  The day I’ve been pacing the floors over is FINALLY HERE!!  I love release days, it’s exactly like Christmas… only completely different lol. Now for a week of blog touring, and we’re off!!!

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***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.***



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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.

Flash Sale! The Suspenseful Collection $.99

Kim and I have a lot to celebrate, so we decided to mark down the price to our short story collection so that our readers can celebrate with us!!  Between the up and coming release of my new novel Search For Maylee, Kim’s nomination for best romance of 2017 for A Stranger In France, and our new magazine writing adventure with The Conscious Talk Mag, we can’t help but to raise our glasses!

So if you wish to celebrate with us, please enjoy our short story collection for the dropped price while it lasts!  Enjoy!


For Mature Readers Only:

A suspenseful novel with a twist. Eight short stories, by two suspense authors, from diverse backgrounds. From opposite sides of the Atlantic these stories have been created. One author started the tale and the other ended it. No discussion, no pre-planning, but yet their stories are seamless. With just creativity and the use of writing prompts, to craft one tale, with two different writers. This anthology of suspenseful, fast paced and engaging tales covers multiple genres. From heart felt romance, crime, fantasy, and steamy historical fiction. There is a story for everyone!

Steamy Historical Crime Fiction: It was The First Time I Killed A Man.

It’s 1972 and New York’s first female serial killer Lisa Vanacilli is in the hot seat again, ten years after her conviction of murder to the first degree and innocent plea. The ruthless but sexy reporter Tiffany Low cracks Lisa for a confession… at a price. Lisa is strong, courageous and says it how it is. This story has been extended due to reader’s demand. And is only for adult readers.

Psychological Fiction: Every Time I Hear That Voice From The Basement.

George appears to be harmless. The local neighbourhood geek on the outside, married to Jolene. In reality, he’s a very disturbed man. His path crosses with Dana, the local check out girl. This is a psychological suspense story with a twist.

Crime Fiction: The Entrance To The Tunnel Is His Only Way Out.

Juan is a wanted man, and an ex-gang member on the run from Atlanta to Mexico. With a hundred grand in cash stolen from his ex-boss, he meets an unlikely fate in Mexico. A fast-paced crime fiction story.

Contemporary Romance: When His Hands Run Up My Thighs I…

Love has no time limit, age limit or use by date. Sarah now in her fifties is reunited with her long-lost love Joshua. They last had contact in 1961. In the present day, thanks to the advancement of technology their paths cross. A heart-warming and modern tale, about long distance love, that will leave you warm inside.

Suspense: We Only Said Goodbye With Words, I Died A Hundred Times:

In 1963 Russian Femme Fatale Mila Petrov is London’s top Madam. Her entertainment house is booming, she has a team of London’s strongest women behind her. Unfinished business from her past creeps up and haunts her. It’s nothing she can’t handle. A suspenseful historical tale, with a strong femme fatale.

Fantasy: The Ones Who Live At The Bottom Of The Ocean, Come To The Surface.

A beautiful coming of age story, featuring sixteen year old Zoe and her mother May-Li. Myth becomes reality, as Zoe finds out who and what she really is. Her mixed descent reveals more than what meets the eye. This fantasy story is set against the backdrop of a Greek island and Hong Kong, China.

Suspenseful Crime Fiction: Guilty As Charged, In Self-Defence

California’s sassy, tough, and likeable defence lawyer Catherine has taken on a case so high profile, if she wins she’ll become a partner of Martin Law Firm. Defending forty six year old Mrs. Chevelle. An ex Las Vegas show girl, now a Hollywood wife, on trial for the murder of her high-profile husband. She claims she’s innocent. Readers are taken on a fast -paced journey on a mission to seek the truth.

Contemporary Fiction: It’s A Man’s Man’s World:

A beautiful modern tale showing the love and appreciation of a woman. James Brown said it right when he said, “it’s a man’s man’s world, but it would mean nothing without a woman or a girl.”

YA Dystopian Teaser: New Age Lamians

The story is told in different measures and in different context all over the world.  Every family, generation, and village has a different view and belief.  There is a myth told by many that the lightning was brought about by the accent gods, specifically to awaken the Lamians.  It is told that all the magic in life has been stored deep in the tallest mountains of the world for centuries.  Mankind once believed that the apocalypse would come by rain of fire.  They believed that it would be a great war of nuclear destruction brought upon themselves. In no way was the world prepared for the real destruction that was to come. And in no way were they ready for the new age.  The age of Lamia.  However the Lamians came about and for whatever reason will forever remain a mystery.  A different myth for every lock of the world.  All that I believe in are the facts. The origin of the Lamians make no difference to me.  I care about the fact that they are evil in its truest form, slithering the earth, and that it is my duty to kill them.

Before the second phase, that of Lamia, came the first phase, the war of man and nature.  The destruction began in the form of fire but not the sort that was expected. There were no nuclear explosions or dominating nations. The war was one of bone crushing flashes of power raining down from the sky. The lightning began about 50 years before I was born and is still crashing into the earths surface on a nightly basis, I am now 26.   The first waive of lightning devastated human kind. It destroyed the greatest and smallest of cities alike.  Birds fell from the sky and fish floated to the tops of water bodies by the hundreds.  Homes burnt to the ground in every direction and people fell to their deaths.  With each almighty strike came immeasurable devastation.  In the daytime people would bury their loved ones and attempt to find food.  At night came death and terror in the form of simultaneous lightning storms across the land.  Electricity was completely knocked out causing nothing but sparks and fire in the once booming streets.  Jobs became non existent causing currency to be rendered meaningless.  The world became every man for himself in a fight for survival.  Families came together in small groups to flee from cities and into the mountains and deserts to fend for themselves.  Lightning seemed to be stronger and thicker within city walls.  Roads and power lines acted as a beacon honing in the crashes from above.

In the first phase there was one company, and one alone, who survived the electrical apocalypse.  The preexisting source that powered the company was invented a mere 5 years before the lightning began.  A wireless energy that was harnessed underground in a liquid form, that sat beneath the sand in three very overwhelmingly large locations across the globe.  The great physical phenomenon sent from the heavens seemed to power the company in every sense.  The liquid would receive a giant surge of cognition with every strike.  The lights in their facilities burned brighter, their electronics ran faster and more powerful, all systems ran without fail.  At first men and woman were welcomed into the safety of the companies walls.  In time their buildings became to crowded and food became sparse.   After a few short months of welcoming drifters by the dozens, the company closed its doors.  Locks were secured and gunmen were set in place to take out anyone who became hostile upon the refusal of entrance.  Over time the company grew from just a few large buildings into small cities within giant stone walls.  A new flourishing world inside of an old diminishing one.  The second phase did not come for years later.


Suspenseful YA Dystopian Sample: New Age Lamians. ON SALE NOW 99cents!

The very first strike of lightning on the very first night in camp had taken Amber’s breath away. Every one else from The Company were in their tents attempting to rest. Amber on the other hand was out in the open with Freddy and I. We were standing just outside of our large centralized tent. I can still see the gap form between her lips, and the spark light in her eyes. Her body never flinched at the crash of the following thunder. She remained steady and completely mesmerized. “Beautiful,” she whispered under her breath. I was equally transfixed but not by the sky or earth in reaction. I was unable to take my eyes off of her. The way her hair fell across her face in the light of the storm, and the way she grinned with every crash was intoxicating. I was absolutely bewitched. I stood beside myself, in a trance as I watched her. Amber in that very moment was perfection. I couldn’t help myself as I reached over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. I wanted to see every morsel of her face in the light.

We quickly formed a routine. We ate in shifts and ran the outer circle of the camp, avoiding the trip ropes leading to the hidden nets. We lucked out in dodging the lightning as it crashed around us at night. During the day we would sleep while The Company men took turns standing guard and resting themselves. By the third night we were less cautious in wait of the Lamian. We were more prepared for a regular old night just like the previous two. We had expected her to show up less and less. We could not have been more wrong. Amber, Freddy, and I, were all outside of the camp running and listening just as we had done several times before when it began. Freddy was running an outer circle about a half a mile further from camp as Amber and I.

The screams came as a sudden shock. They cut into my ears like a serrated knife. My inner drums pounded and my heart sunk instantly. We had anticipated for her to surface outside of the camp, tripping the nets on her way in. This would have given us a great advantage. Rather than the expected, she burrowed her way above ground directly in the center of camp. I remember every detail of that horrifying night. The sounds of death are forever burned into my memory. As we ran towards the commotion, the screams grew louder. Lightning crashed about a half a mile away from us. The ground shook under our feet. I felt the electricity of it surge through out me. I continued to push forward. My fingertips and legs tingled, but I was powered by the screams ahead. I looked over at Amber as we run. She pushed forward the same as me, shrugging of the effects of it. She shook her arms to her sides as she ran. Freddy was on the other side of camp, and was invisible in the dark of the night.

The camp momentarily lit up with each strike allowing us to see in flashes where we were going and what lay ahead. Screams of pain and confusion were coming from all directions in camp. It seemed she was everywhere. I remembered Freddy’s exclamation of the Lamians scream when we had first found her hole. I briefly wondered in my quick run why I had not heard it yet. Were the men not fighting her? Amber and I hurdled a trip wire in unison, being sure not to set it off as we ran. Gaining ground and increasing in speed we made our way between the first few sets of tents. A few men ran past us in the opposite direction. They were fleeing away and panicked. With weapons in hand they were not fighting but rather scattering the wrong way.


Book Review: New Age Lamians, by Didi Oviatt

5.0 out of 5 stars More Than Your Average End-Time Novel!!
 This review is from: New Age Lamians: post apocalypse, mythological twist, edgy Si-Fi E-book (Kindle Edition)
“Every family, generation, and village had a different view and belief. Many told the myth that the ancient gods brought the lightening specifically to awaken the Lamians. It was told that all life’s magic had been stored deep in the tallest mountains for centuries. Humankind once believed the apocalypse would come by rain of fire. They believed it would be a great war of nuclear destruction. In no way was the world prepared for the destruction that did come, and in no way were they ready for the new age: the age of Lamia.”

Lightening strikes, the Company, Lamia half-woman, half-serpent beast of giant-sized magnitude along with three young adults ripped from the lives they knew, born with the “G” factor are now destined to be the warriors to save mankind from destruction. All I can say is WOW! what an amazing sci-fi thriller that never stops. Powerfully, exciting this apocalyptic novel is more than your average end-time read. I was captivated by the twist of ominous proportions mixed with Greek mythology. Creatively written with imaginative detail Didi transforms her readers to a believable time and place. She gives us wonderful characters such as the softness of nurse Judy contrasted against the sharpness of nurse Brock, the aptitude to give us three young adults where we can whole-heartily feel their fears, pain and anguish. I loved the connection of fast friendship developed out of desperation between the three young adults: Jack, Amber and Freddy. Compellingly entertaining, thought-provoking “what ifs” leading to a wanting have-to move onto book two. Don’t miss this exciting adventure!




Young Jackson Bellony is scarcely a man when a rain of lightning heralds the end of the world. The Company is just a mysterious group that drops care packages into his village and harnesses the technology that others lack.

Soon an enigmatic drifter wanders into Jackson’s village and warns that The Company isn’t to be trusted. But before any decisions can be made, Jackson is taken away by The Company, after being told he has what it takes to be a super-warrior.

The enemy, they say, is the Lamia: a creature that’s half woman, half snake. The apocalyptic storm killed much of mankind but awoke the Lamia, which now endangers those who weren’t killed by the century of destruction. It’s a monster, and The Company needs Jackson and his superior comrades to defeat it.

But, is Jackson really the one who can save the world?

Author Didi Oviatt presents an adrenaline-fueled, young adult sci-fi thriller in New Age Lamians, a novel that will consume your attention. It’s full of intrigue, heartache, war, love, and adventure, a combination that will keep young men and women reading through to its climactic conclusion.


FREE FREE FREE!!! E-book promotion, YA Dystopian with Mythological twist.

That’s right, I said free.  For 5 days my YA hit is on a better than ‘sale’ kind of sale.  Why, you might ask?  Because I’m celebrating my latest project!! I decided spur of the moment that I’d promote an old book to go right along with the release of the new!!!

Wait… What?… New?  You heard me again!  I’m launching quite the project!!  Every few days I will be releasing a super short humorous story based on real life events of yours truly!!  They are short, funny, ‘prelude’ tales, available only on kindle.  They will never be priced over a dollar and each will be available as Kindle Unlimited.  Once I have enough published I’ll make then also available in paperback and together as a box set!!!! (I’m hoping by mid-March, but no promises.  And yes, I AM still going to release my actual mystery novel Search For Maylee this year as well, it’s in the editing process as we speak. Although, it may be pushed back into the summer rather than spring.)

OMFG I’m so stinking excited!!!  This silly little project has already taken off and I have only published the first!!  They are titled Super Short because they are, just that… Designed to help pass short spouts of time, no story is more than 8 to 15 pages.  They do each actually contain an entire story that will draw you in, make you laugh, and then allow you to move on with your life. If you want to read but don’t have the time, or are in no mood for a Novel Commitment, then a Time Waster is just what you need. Here is the first in the Series:


The next tale in my Time Waster Series is titled Sabotaged by Hook & Dog, Super Short Prelude To Adventure. It will be available before the weekend is over!!

So for now enjoy Love or Low Places, and take advantage of the New Age Lamians celebration FREE sale!!!!!

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