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Didi Oviatt

Author of suspense novels Search For Maylee (coming soon), 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.

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Blood Gore & More, Writing Prompt Theme #kdsuspense

Which prompt do you think would produce the goriest writing?

Thank you so much for your vote! We love the participation, and writing these stories has been SO MUCH FUN!! This will be Kim and I’s third story since we took our short break to publish our first Anthology together, where does the time go?!?!

For more information including links to our past stories (to read free) or a purchase link to The Suspenseful Collection Vol 1 click HERE!

For now, THANK YOU again for your vote!!  Stay tuned for the story, or join in the fun… OR BOTH! Here is how our weekly prompt vote and short story plays out:

STEP ONE: Every Wednesday we’ll 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.) Once the winning prompt is announced you can join us and write a story too. Use #kdsuspense to link in.
STEP THREE: READ AND ENJOY!  Every week on the following Tuesday we will post the short story that transformed from the very winning prompt.
 
All comments on the story posts will be open. We love feedback, and I’m willing to bet you will never guess who wrote what!! Therein a challenge of your own! (Yes, one of us writes with  British English spelling, and one of us in American English spelling. We are well aware, and ready for some trickery. Trust me, we are brilliant at adapting styles.)
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Heart Of Gold #kdsuspense Week #2, Vol #2

Heart of Gold

Author One Scene One

Sandy sat on the bench in her usual spot, she gazed out at the ducks slashing around in the mud colored pound across from her. The park was quiet for a Monday morning. She enjoyed the moment of peace with her sunglasses lowered, as the warm spring sunshine beat down on her. This spot had quickly become her special place to think, reflect, and scan the lonely-hearts section of the newspaper. As much as she hated to admit it she longed for a date, some romance, someone to walk into her life and sweep her off her feet. Just like in the chick flick movies she was so fond of. Of course, the “insta-love” in romance novels and movies, she knew was all fictional. Every week as she picked up the free newspaper on her way to the park for her usual walk, she would hug the newspaper close to her heart hoping Mr. Right would be there for her.

She pulled out her red pen from her bag, opened the paper to page forty six, and held her breath. Chewing the inside of her lip with anticipation her brown eyes scanned the page.

“Argh too old, hmm boring, hmm not bad… I guess.”

Sandy looked down and read with interest:

Mr. Lonely: I’m not great with words but I have a kind heart and I’m looking for a special lady. I’m six foot two, brown eyes, I’d love to say I’m handsome but I’ll let you be the judge of that. I’m not perfect I have my flaws, but I know how to treat a lady. If you’d like a date get in contact.

Sandy blew out a breath of air and studied the ducks in the pound some more in deep thought. I’ll let you be the judge of that, what is he? A monster a leg missing what? She was intrigued by him, there was something about the casualness of his advert that appealed to her. At the same time, he came across as humble. She lost count of how many times she had read “I’m the man of your dreams” “Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome awaits you.”

She spotted a couple strolling hand in hand around the pound, laughing and joking to themselves, her heart sank knew she didn’t have that special someone.

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Stephen opened up the paper and smiled at his advert, there he was alongside all the other self- proclaimed “Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome men.” He wished he could be so bold with a statement like that. He was receding in a bad way at just thirty two years old, he had cracked teeth, a stutter, and walked with a limp courtesy of a childhood accident. Yet, he lived in hope that he would find love, as deep down just as he had said in his advert, his heart was made of gold.

Putting his physical looks aside, he considered himself an intelligent geek. He was the head of IT for a telecoms company. He loved his job gigabytes and megabytes thrilled him. Rather than fast cars and sport.

He closed the paper and placed it neatly on the coffee table “another day another dollar” he said out loud, as he picked up his brief case, keys and headed out the door to work, limping every step of the way.

Author two Scene two

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After pouring milk over her cold fruity breakfast cereal Sandy stood at her counter to eat, alone, as usual. The advert for Mr. Lonely stared at her from beneath a loud sparkling Las Vegas magnet on her fridge. She’d cut it out days before after reading it in the park. Every time she mindlessly wandered in and out of her kitchen it taunted her.

She was yet to answer any kind of an ad, although she looked through them on a regular basis. Considering herself above the whole advert scene was proving to wear thin and age wasn’t exactly on her side. Sandy loved kids and the thought of a quiet family life was something she’d always wanted. Often times she caught herself daydreaming about it while at work. Would they have her thick unmanageable hair, or astigmatism? Would they be as close to each other as she was with Shelly, he own sister?

Sandy continued to stare at the ad while the last soggy bite of artificial flavor forced a path down her throat. Her fingers fiddled with her phone. The numbers were punched in, but she hovered over the send button unable to pep talk herself into following through with the call. What would I even say, she thought? And, what if he turns me down at the mere sound of my nasally voice? Just as she was about to press the send, a call came through. Saved by the bell.  

“Shelly!” Sandy answered, a little too excited for her sister’s distraction. “It’s about time you called me back.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Shelly’s voice was as dry as ever.

It didn’t matter how close they were, Shelly was still a very busy woman. She was seven years younger than Sandy, and twice as successful. She was a section manager of local survey call center. Pulling away from the office in the middle of the day wasn’t always an easy task. That’s not to mention the fact that she didn’t care for speed dating, not one little bit. Sitting at table after table with a handful of middle aged men who never took their eyes off of her cleavage wasn’t exactly her cup of tea. More than once, she’d even ran into her own employees, now that was awkward. Nonetheless she loved Sandy. Shelly understood her sister’s concern about her biological clock, so she complied in all the tedious attempts at helping her find a soul mate – whatever that was supposed to mean anyway.

“So you’re coming, right?”

“I’ll be there. Noon today?”

“Yeah.” Sandy hated it when her sister sounded uninterested. That usually meant she’d blow her off. “Noon is in an hour, Shelly. Please don’t make me do this alone.”

“I’ll be there.”

Click. The line went dead. Sandy let out a long exasperating sigh as she set down the phone. While wrestling her hair into a loose french braid, wild curls escaping in every direction, she opted to wait on calling Mr. Lonely. His unique humility was intriguing, but actually responding to it just wasn’t on her list of priorities for the morning. It could be put off one more day, besides, maybe the speed room would bring someone a little more promising than the last giant disappointment.

Sandy stood tall and gilded a hand down her baby blue sundress to iron it’s wrinkles before making her way to the shoe cabinet by her front door.

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The sun beat down violently, causing Stephen to sweat nearly to the point of profuse. He’d have a full two hour lunch break, so he chose to walk to his favorite bistro rather than drive. After limping the first of four city blocks in the summer’s heat, he’d began to question the decision. Up the street, Stephen noticed a woman. He assumed her to be homeless, as she sat on the sidewalk with a dirty blanket and tattered overnight bag at her feet. She was leaning against a brick building with a restless crying baby in her arms in the mid-day summer’s heat. The sight was much for Stephen to take in, twisting a wrench in his chest.

Rather than continuing on past the shops to his left he decided to make a quick pit stop. His conscious would never let him live it down, if he didn’t at least try to find something that may help this poor woman. It was a small touristy gift shop shared with a large open conference room. Several times, he’d passed by this building on his way to lunch. The ‘Speed Room’ sign dangling in one of the windows always tugged at his curiousity, but ultimately he made the consistent choice to steer clear. It was the rain gear displayed in the gift shop that drew him inside.

Before he could grasp the handle to walk through, the door busted open. The people shoving their way out were mostly in casual dresses and suits. Some laughed and joked amongst each other, others stared at their toes to shy to mingle. Instinctively Stephen held the door for every last one of the passers through.

Two women in particular caught his eye. They were the last to pass him, and both wore the grim expression of death. Obviously the speed date session had been a bust for the two, only confirming that fact that despite his efforts with the advert, he still wasn’t ready to subject himself to so many women likely to judge his limp and stutter.

The woman in the blue sundress caught his eye as they passed. Her soft smile formed an adorable little dimple in the center of her cheek. Their eyes locked and it caused a butterfly to escaped Stephen’s chest, flying right in her direction. She was close enough for him to intake the soft scent of citrus and fresh linen that floated from the fabric of her dress.

“Hi,” she mumbled in passing, the tint of her pointy ears darkened.

“Ma.. Ma.. Ma.. Ma’am.” Stephen stuttered wholly embarrassed.

Her smile only widened and the girl who looked like the younger version of herself chuckled at his speech impediment. Stephen didn’t mind, he’d been getting this reaction his entire life. Besides the girl was young, and probably very naive.

He watched the sway of Sandy’s hips as they continued down the sidewalk and across the road toward a small parking lot.

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“Did you see that guy’s eyes?” Sandy asked her sister, as they weaved past the other cars in the lot.

“Who? The one in the blue and gray button up? Now he was hot!” Shelly encouraged.

“Nope, I’m definitely not talking about that self-absorbed windbag.”

“Please tell me you’re not talking about the stutter?”

“The stutter?”

Sandy raised a brow at her little sister, who was proving herself to be even more shallow than she’s already confirmed herself to be time and time again.

“There was something there. Something in his look,” Sandy continued.

“Are you sure?” Shelly leaned against her Volvo and folded her arms across her chest. “I couldn’t get past the receding hairline to notice.”

“You know what Shelly?” A friendly smirk grew across Sandy’s face. “I think you’re even more doomed for a lonely single life than I am.”

Shelly laughed freely and tossed her long silky black hair over her shoulder.

“The only thing I’m doomed for is a flawless sugar daddy, and the perfect boob job.”

Sandy couldn’t help but to share the moment, she chuckled and tossed a teasing fist at her little sister’s shoulder. Yet in the back of her mind, the dark friendly eyes of their mystery man of chivalry burned itself a permanent mark. She wrapped her arms around Shelly and thanked her for showing up despite their entire speed date being another irritating disappointment.

They parted ways. Sandy following her sister’s Volvo in an old broken down Satern out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Before she could fully speed off, the most touching scene played out before her eyes. It was the man with the look, that look, a look that was so familiar it stuck to every breath she exhaled, yet was different from any she’d ever been given. The man who stuttered at a mere response to her hello, and held the door for her humbly.

Sandy watched closely, a tear tugging at the corner of her eye, as the man limped his way to a homeless mother sitting on the sidewalk. Sandy eased her foot from the gas petal and crept past slowly as not to miss anything. The man dug into the canvas gift store shopping bag and pulled out a new yellow outfit for the infant, as well as a large water bottle for the woman which she accepted eagerly. Gulping it down in the summer heat as if she’d never tasted such a treat. Next, the bag produced an umbrella. Sandy held her breath, as well as the welling tears.

The man with those eyes expanded the large umbrella before propping it up just right with the woman’s belongings to produce shade. Sandy’s heart melted like butter, and the moisture behind her eyes finally spilled over as the man gave the mother a hug. Finally she drove off saying to herself.

“God, I hope I can find a man that kind someday.”

For now, she’d settle for a simple phone call. She made her way home to finally respond to the ad that was plastered to her fridge. She could only hope that Mr. Lonely would have something to offer her. Something like that man with the kind dark eyes.

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Kim and I are so grateful for all the feedback on our release of the first set of stories in The Suspenseful Collection anthology!

Stay tuned, tomorrow for our VOTING prompt post for the following week’s story!!!  Please keep those votes coming, we are LOVING the participation!

THIS IS HOW WE ROLL:

STEP ONE: Every Wednesday we’ll 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.) Once the winning prompt is announced you can join us and write a story too. Use #kdsuspense to link in.
STEP THREE: READ AND ENJOY!  Every week on the following Tuesday we will post the short story that transformed from the very winning prompt.

 

 

Excerpt: Aggravated Momentum

Intended for a mature audience:

***Darkened windows and an empty driveway somehow make my house look cramped and lonely. Kam must be out with dipshit Brock.  Just wait till I get my hands on that piece of shit. A variety of news crews are spaced out on the block.  I’m guessing that they haven’t all heard the big news of my “gift” yet.  Thank God. A lone van is parked right next to the base of my driveway.  Fuck, I hope they don’t know anything.  A woman in a classy dress suit with perfect blonde hair and a tiny waist steps out.  A Barbie doll reporter, how wonderfully cliché.

“Marketta!”  She shouts as I step out of the cruiser.

Doing my best to ignore her, I put my head down as instructed and book it toward my front door.  All I want to do is shed the soaked rank layer of ruined clothing from my legs.  Officer Smith remains seated in his car.  He is gazing directly ahead with anger, refusing to look over at me.  Normally he, or any other officer, would have jumped out of the car before I did.  He should be walking me to the door, and searching through my house to make sure it is safe before I enter.  Apparently this man is too set back by the scent of my stalker’s urine to do anything but sit in the smell and pout.

“Marketta, please stop!”  Again, reporter Barbie’s voice echoes.

My blood boils.  The newfound hatred bubbles and pops inside me.  It’s all I can do not to explode into a thousand fuming pieces.  And that’s when she says it.

“Please Marketta, Tell me about the photograph! Do you know who he is going to kill next?”

Just like that. A simple sentence that to her means nothing more than part of a narrative — a fictional story to be told through her perfectly painted pink lips and thickly shadowed eyes.  A story to share with her audience of ignorant television viewers, most of whom have never experienced a real loss of their own.  Who does this princess think she is?  She’s using myself, Beth, and Breanna, as some sort of tall tale characters, to get herself a pay raise or promotion.  I reach my key toward to door to unlock it.  She repeats herself, as if I hadn’t heard her the first time.

“Markie, did you have anything to do with these murders?”

I turn on my heels, and scream. “You stupid bitch!”

The rage explodes out of me.  While stomping toward her like an angry bull, I continue to shout and point a shaking finger in her face.

“You stay the fuck away from me and my family.”

Slowly, she backs up.  She’s like a kindergarten girl being pushed into the corner by a shouting bully. Only a light squeak escapes her plump shiny lips.  I cut her off before any words can slip through her ever widening crack of a mouth.

“I don’t know where you’re getting your information, or who the fuck you think you are, but if you don’t get off my property you’re fucking dead!”

I said it.  I said a word that means so much more in my life than just an empty threat.  A word that to her, in this very moment, is as real as the salad she ate for lunch.  Dead. And I meant it.

My tailing officer snaps out of his pointless hissy fit just in time to witness the event. The overwhelming scent of piss has, I’m sure, set up residence in his cruiser. That is a fact he will have to deal with.  He jumps out in panic, and rushes to my side.  A hand is held on his hip ready to draw.  Blondie is backed up all the way to her van and leaning against the passenger door.  ***

It’s like battle of Naughty and Nice over here!! What do you pick? #kdsuspense

For our weekly short story prompt challenges Kim took the drivers seat this week, and put together a Saints and Sinners theme! OMG this one is going to be fun!!!  We’ll be writing a story for sinners, or a story for saints??

Depends on the beginning writers mood… HMMMMM…

Will we be sinners? Will we be saints?  What will the winning tittle winner be?

So far between the blog poll, and the twitter votes, our two leading tittle prompts are neck and neck!  They couldn’t be more opposite either lol. Will it be “Heart of Gold” or “No Panties”? Or something else entirely?  Please help us tip the scales to your favorite prompt!! TAKE YOUR PICK:

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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Review: The Genie Hunt, by M. C. Tuggle 4 of 5 stars

MY REVIEW:

The Genie Hunt by M.C. Tuggle is very clever! M.C. has a smooth easy reading style. It has a quick pace and a comfortable flow. I feel like it’s an excellent story for young readers. It has just enough drama and very little violence. The magic is there yet its practical and believable rather than over whelming. The plot is gripping and very unique.

I really like the main character Buddy. He is so sharp!  Although he’s only a tax attorney, his deep routed friendship with Coot, who has quite the past, has kept him on his toes in the ins and outs of defense representation. He makes an amazing attorney. The details of Coot’s current case are one of a kind and Buddy is able to sniff them out seamlessly.

The magic in this book comes in the form of a Genie. He’s controlled by whoever is in possession of a stone that binds him. He’s creepy, powerful, and very in tune mentally.

Buddy is placed in a situation where he’s forced to outsmart his opponents in law, as well as in crime, and the Genie. Through the struggle he thinks outside the box and the way he is able to mentally navigate the situation at hand is genius. He’s very smart, always a step ahead. Coot is only lucky ex-criminal to have such a friend!

All in all I enjoyed the story, especially the genie, and the ending was every on point. Kudos M.C. Tuggle, I’ll soon be checking out more of your work!

4 or 5 stars

 

DESCRIPTION:

Buddy Vuncannon, an attorney in High Point, North Carolina, and his friend Coot Pickard are heading out of town for a fishing weekend when they’re surrounded by a SWAT team. Three eyewitnesses have identified Coot as the gun man in the latest of a string of robberies. To defend Coot, Buddy must stand up to a bullying district attorney, uncover the identity of the real robbers, and battle a powerful genie who serves the robbers. Buddy’s investigation implicates an old friend, reigniting long-forgotten friction between Buddy and Coot. Old and new loyalties clash, leading Buddy and Coot to a desperate chase that forces them to seek the help of a madman they both fear.

Book Tour Review Stop: The Last Dragon Rider, by Errin Krystal 5 of 5 stars

Genre: Fantasy/ Adventure/ Romance

Novella Release Date: August 9, 2017

MY REVIEW:

5 of 5 stars

Every single page of this novella packs a punch. What a powerhouse! The Last Dragon Rider honestly takes fantasy to a whole new place. This is actually the first time I’ve given a fantasy revolving around dragons five stars. I went into this book expecting something run of the mill, which is okay, because I do like such stories. But, what I got was completely opposite from your average magical war fought atop dragons type story!! WOWZA it’s good!

This authors style in writing and word choice is superb! I read the entire novella in one sitting, I couldn’t put the magical bad-ass-ery of this story down, I want more! The characters are unique, sexy, and very well painted. The chemistry between the power couple Flint and Saira is a force to be reckoned with. The love between them is strong, their banter is to die for, their back story is perfect, and the things they do in private are wildly unforgettable. Really though, cutting off a breast wrap with a blade before claiming her body as yours until her knees buckle….. Yes please!! AND that’s not to mention how awesome of fighters they are, both physically and mentally. The magic is perfectly placed, and not cheesy at all. It all actually seems real! Love it!

The villains are also meticulously put together. An uncle and niece duo, on a mission to claim what they feel is rightfully theirs. They’ve created an army of the dead, and found a missing book that contains unfathomable powers in an ancient spell. This changes everything! Mnuvae doesn’t hesitate to use this book, making its contents reality. She gains complete control of a very large powerful dragon, willing it to follow her commands by thought. Of course, she uses this power against Flint and Saira and their army.

The battles are just the right mix of combat, magic, blood and gore. The sex scenes are wonderfully sexy! The plot line and characters are drawn well and delivered with perfect detail! I can’t wait to read the next book in this series!

 

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Blurb

Trained as an elite warrior from childhood, the elven crown prince Flintathriël fights to bring a stop to a war that began before he was born. With the aid of his betrothed Sairalindë, a skilled mage and dragon rider in her own right, they must find the Book of Souls – an ancient and mysterious tome rumored to have belonged to the god Hath’Raal.

When the missing book turns up in the hands of Mnuvae, the bastard child of the dead king, Flintathriël finds himself fighting to not only save his people from this new threat but also trying to keep Sairalindë safe when Mnuvae takes over the dragons in her attempt to win back the kingdom she believes is rightfully hers.

The love Flintathriël and Sairalindë share shines pure and true, but when the smoke of the battle clears, will their hearts survive the aftermath of war or will their love become a casualty that cannot be revived?

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Author Bio

Errin Krystal is a fantasy romance writer who has been writing since she was a small child. Her head has always been full of stories. She began work on her first novel when she was sixteen.

She lives with her family in regional Victoria, Australia, and works as a chef. In her quieter moments, she loves to indulge her passion for storytelling, basking in the joy that comes from creating vibrant characters, fantastical worlds and all manner of magical creatures. Dragons and elves, mages and warriors, troubled princes and beautiful princesses, romance, magic, and adventure can all be found in her writing.

Excerpt

She began wrapping the cloth tightly about her, binding her breasts firmly, criss-crossing the gauzy fabric around her torso and across her stomach, tying it off at her hip. She shimmied into a pair of leather leggings and reached for her foot wraps. To other races—like the dwarves and humans—the elves lack of footwear was strange. The elven people had strong ties to the lands, their magic and mystique were inexplicably linked. Even those who did not practice magic felt the connection to nature, and the elven people had maintained the practice throughout their long history.

After binding her feet and leaving only her toes exposed, she tossed an olive green tunic over her head before quickly weaving her tresses into a thick braid.

Sivath was waiting, and Flintathriël was late. Again.

She was reaching for her leather jerkin when he finally appeared in her doorway.

Arms akimbo, he slouched against the frame, all lean muscle and sharp angles beneath his leathers. Silver-white hair fell across his forehead, hiding the dark arches of his brows as he gazed at her with silvery blue eyes. The mop of hair barely touching his shoulders. His coloring typical of the royal family.

Her gaze traced his tattoos. Sweeping vines encompassed runic symbols, curling downward from his bottom lip, winding and weaving their way down his chin and neck. She knew every line that twisted and spread across his shoulders, and across his back. Etchings that disappeared beneath his tunic and reappeared along his arms. She still remembered the day he received the markings, branding him Nuvian. The day she first gave herself to him, the day she truly became his.

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Characters gone wild: How the comic relief became the hero

It’s funny how wildly out of control things can get. I mean, you start out with the intention of simply writing a short 2,000 word character study to help push through the writer’s block you have been struggling with. Short, concise, maybe spend a day or so on it. Just something fresh and new to get the creativity flowing again you know?

That’s not what happened.

What happened was I set aside my novel and spent six months on writing a 30,000 word novella featuring a character who originally only had a small bit part… until I fell in love with him and created a more in depth history.

In his simplest incarnation, Flintathriël, (now the full-fledged hero of The Last Dragon Rider), was basically created to offer snarky and sarcastic comments to the hero and flirt with his love interest. That was pretty much his entire purpose in the beginning. Someone light and fun, someone to stir the proverbial pot.

Until one day his entire past just came crashing through, demanding to be written. So I started jotting down some notes for a short story… It was never meant to be anything serious…

I had this amazing idea, set against the backdrop of an ancient war with love, betrayal, dragons and elves and all those good things. But I only wanted it to be short.

I was determined to finish my other novel in 2015…

I wrote a novella instead…

But Flintathriël was destined to be more than a flat caricature and all too soon he had taken over telling his own story. He wanted more from life so I obliged, turning him into a fully fleshed out character as he demanded, creating something magical in the process.

In getting distracted with my novella, it has enabled me to fill in a few gaps in my novel (which is now book 2). Several characters appear in both stories and writing this novella has allowed me to flesh out those characters and add more depth to a specific story arc.

So while he still maintains that cocky arrogance I originally intended, Flintathriël is now burdened with a few more obstacles and responsibilities (as well as a kick ass love interest), making the transition from comic relief to tortured hero.

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Only Two More Days! #kdsuspense

If you show me an Author who isn’t dancing on a cloud of excitement for the entire week leading up to release day of one of their books (possibly even drunk) than I’ll show you a very dry dry writer. One that I might not really get along with.

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This week has been INSANELY exciting for me!!  And I’m sure for Kim Knight too, as we’re releasing The Suspenseful Collection in TWO DAYS!!  I can’t even freaking wait!  It’s tempting to just drink to celebrate all day every day all week…. But, don’t worry, I’ve contained myself.

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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.”

You read some, you WIN some! Do you want to win $25 just for reading an awesome book (or 5)?

As some of you may know,  Kim Knight  and I are having a MASIVE $.99 sale to celebrate our first ever short story collaboration release The Suspenseful Collection as well as her latest romance novel Lovers Retreat!

We’re SO excited, that we decided to take this already huge sale another step and giveaway a $25 Amazon giftcard to some lucky reader!!  If at anytime during the next week you purchase one of the following books you can be entered to WIN $25!

It’s very simple!  For each of these $.99 books you purchase (as well as pre-ordering The Suspenseful Collection) you’ll be entered into the drawing! Just let us know you’ve ordered here:

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Please remember that honesty is ALWAYS the best policy, and sharing is careing. We love each and every one of our readers and wish you the best!  The winner will be announced on Tuesday August 1st!

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