Didi Oviatt

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



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Thriller Teaser Aggravated Momentum.

“I’m really sorry I have to leave like this.” Refusing to look into Vincent’s excited eyes, I speak my apologies to the table.

“No problem, really.” He says with a stomach churning grin.  “Can I call you sometime?  I would love to do this again if you’re up for it.”

“I… Um… Yeah.”  I stumble over myself, confused.

The date had been great so far.  Calming myself, I quickly decide that his odd behavior may just be lack of understanding.  Against better judgment, I take the readied pen from his hand.  I scribble my number on a cheap, thin, napkin and slide it in his direction. Without another word I turn away. I can feel his eyes piercing my backside like daggers.  A chill shoots down my spine, and a low sensual tone follows me as I walk away from the table.

“Good luck with your emergency.” He whispers.

I have nothing but shortened breath and a lump in my throat.  Deciding against any sort of response I speed to the door, refusing to look back at my strange, handsome date. Clicking shoes carry me quickly down the walkway and into my SUV.  Keys, where the hell are my keys?  Shaking fingers fumble through my messy purse.  I can’t help but think of Beth.  I imagine her always calm voice telling me to slow down. I dump the contents of my purse on the empty passenger seat, and I grab my keys as soon as they hit the cushion. A relieved sigh escapes me.

As the engine turns, I look up only to have my heart drop to my toes. The air catches in my chest. We lock eyes. Vincent is staring at me with that inappropriate crooked grin.  He stands in a giant window only a few yards from me.  The name, Frenchies, is printed in the window directly above his head.  Eyes wide, chest puffed, and with hands shoved deep in his pockets, he holds my gaze.

The moment is creepy. It feels wrong. His smile widens, as he pulls a large hand from his pocket to give me a small, childlike wave.  I wave back slowly. My face heats, and my brows bunch together at the middle.  Nearly slamming the gas pedal to the floor, I speed away, refusing to look in the rear view.

I’m usually not one to speed, or break the law at all, for that matter.  Right now I don’t care.  I rush home. I’m completely beside myself, lost in thought.  My foot is pushing hard. It shoves the pedal into the floor, painfully squishing my toes out the small hole in the tip of my shoe.  Headlights stream by in a blur. Only slowing for the few red lights along the way, I make it home in record time.

The neighborhood is a mess, in every sense of the word.  Police cars are parked in front of practically every other house.  Flashlights shine in bushes and sheds. My block, especially, is utter chaos. Streetlights light up the faces of my neighbors as they stand on well-manicured lawns in front of their homes. Confusion and fear fills the air.  I’m driving through a cloud of anxiety, with peering eyes staring at me as I pass. It’s a struggle, but I spot Kam.

She is standing on the sidewalk in front of our house with arms crossed.  Her face is pale.  It’s a shade lighter than I have ever seen her. She is staring directly across the road, past the abundance of authorities, and into the open door of the Snyder home.  Hunched over and sickly is her posture.  I pull into the driveway carefully, waiting for her to run up to me, but she doesn’t.  She doesn’t move or avert her eyes in any way.

With my head down, looking only at my feet, I jog to her side.  A large part of me doesn’t want to see what Kam’s so engrossed by. Somehow I already know.  I just know deep inside that it’s happened again.  Grabbing her by the shoulders, I give her entire body one quick, hard shake.

“Kam!” I yell. “Snap out of it.”

“They… They… They finally opened the door.”  A quiet slur.

Her stare remains locked in place.  I close my eyes as tight as I can. My head turns toward the Snyder home, and after letting out an anxious lungful of air, I open them. Fog takes over my mind, and my body heats in an overbearing fire. It is Breanna, one of the friendliest, outgoing teenagers I know.  She is the oldest child in the Snyder home.  She was a beautiful young woman, now lifeless.

Standing next to Kam, peering across the street and into their home, I can clearly see her mutilated body.  Their front doors are French, and opened wide, allowing a perfect view into their once tidy entryway.  The always bleached white floors and walls are completely covered in scarlet splatters and pools of blood. That must have been exactly where the attack had taken place. Right inside the front door, for God’s sake. I can only imagine her killer’s tactic, pushing his way in as she greeted him with an innocent welcome. Sick. Disgusting. This is completely unfathomable.

The once full of life girl is slumped backwards over a small round decorative table.  Her legs are bare, and full of slashes.  A slow steady drip is still running down her arms and escaping to the floor from her fingertips.  Clinging to her body are the remnants of a spaghetti strap tank top, and short pajama bottoms.  I can’t even tell their original color.  My mind wanders briefly away from the present.  I picture those pj’s being a lovely shade of green, and the smile on her face is genuine.

The thought lasts only a second before my mind snaps back to reality.  Like a rubber band pulling itself into place, my head twitches and my lips let out a frightened gasp.  Breanna must have been relaxing comfortably in what should have been a safe home. Bile rises from my stomach, and into my throat.  I swallow it, and continue to stare.  I am unable to look away. Unable to process.

Just like Beth was, every inch of her is stained in thick red fluid.  This killer is bleeding them out.  Every drop of life drained from his victims.  It is vicious, and it is personal. I look closer. There’s a shine on her chest.  It reflects light from the bright police LED lights placed a few feet away from her.  Something is resting around her neck.  Small and gold.  I wonder how it is possible that she actually has jewelry on that could still hold a shine.  How is there no blood on the top of her necklace?

“Can you see her necklace?”  I whisper under my breath to Kam.

“All I see is blood.”  Her response comes out flat and dry.  I can hear the dehydrated click as her tongue hits the roof of her parched mouth.  “Do you think this has anything to do with Beth?”  She asks, even flatter in tone, as the tears finally spill over.

“I don’t know, Kam.  But it feels the same.”

We stare at each other in shock. The moisture of a lone tear runs down my cheek.  It rolls slowly over my foundation and hits the corner of my mouth.  I can taste the salt as I touch the tip of my tongue to my lip’s edge.

“What do we do?” She asks.

I respond only with a hug. She grabs on tightly, and softly sobs into my shoulder. We stand in shock and confusion.  A nicely suited man approaches us.  He is guarded, moving slowly, with his head tilted toward his chest.  It’s a relief to recognize his kind eyes as his head lifts, allowing his face to come into focus.  Phillip is his name, Detective Phillip Sharpe, but he always insists on just Phil.  I had gotten to know him well in the first few months following Beth’s murder.  He is a gracious, sympathetic man, and very thorough.  No detail is too small or unimportant to him.  He has been at our home many times, and must have seen me pull in.

“Markie, I’m sorry we have to meet again under these circumstances.”

“Detective.”  I reach for his open hand, letting him shake mine in a professional manner.

“I know how hard this must be for you to see.”

“It’s the same guy, isn’t it?  The same man who killed Beth?”  The question slips out. Still beside myself, I have no control over my mindless eager words.

“I’m not sure, ma’am. It is too soon to tell, and until the crime scene has been fully processed we can’t be certain on anything.”

I can only manage a nod in response. I understand the drill all too well.  Looking around, I notice the officers asking each neighbor to go back into their houses.  Slow moving families herd up their clinging children and retreat into their homes.  Porch lights stay on and windows stay lit.   There will be no sleep on this once peaceful street. I turn to the detective and attempt to calm my nerves.  I need to get as much information as possible.  If this is the same guy, then I have to know everything.  I have to.

“I can see she was stabbed just like Beth.  It has to be him.” I insist.

“Markie, I’m going to have to ask you…”

“No!”  I cut him off before he has a chance to say anything else. “I’m not going inside.  I’m not going to walk away.  This man killed my best friend and now my neighbor.  She was 17!”  My voice rises.  Kam gives my hand a tight squeeze as I voice my frustration. “You have to find him.  You have to stop this!”

“Ma’am.”  Detective Sharpe interrupts me softly and respectfully, with a hand raised. “I wasn’t going to ask you go in your home, actually quite the opposite.” His eyebrows lift slowly in sympathetic caution, as the rest of his face levels. “I know this is a lot to ask, and if you’re not up for it I completely understand,” he pauses briefly.  “With all of the similarities in this crime scene, and in Beth’s, I feel it might be beneficial for us, if you come with me and take a look.”

“What do you mean? A look?”

“I mean…”  Again with the irritating pause.  “It is strange that two completely different women have been killed this way.  Beth and Breanna are opposite each other in nearly every way.  The only similarity they share, Markie, as far as we can tell, is you.”  The detective’s last sentence comes out slow and guarded.

He ducks his head slightly as he pushes out the statement.  It hits me like a truck. He is right.  They had nothing in common, and were nothing alike.  As far as I know, they had never even met each other.

“So what’s that supposed to mean?”  I ask quietly.  I’m not sure if my question is aimed at him or myself.

Kam chimes in with a panicked squeak. “Yeah! What the hell?”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out.  We have a lot of work to do, and I feel it best that we do it together.”

“Okay.” I agree. I hold my head high and straighten my shoulders.  “Let’s do this then. I’ll do whatever I can to help find this bastard.”

I may look brave on the outside, which is exactly what I’m going for, but inside I feel like a lost, hopeless child.  Every bone in my body shakes with fear and vulnerability.  I’m rocked with an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

“Wait!”  Kam yells, holding her ground. “I can’t go over there.” She begs. “I can’t do this, please don’t leave me alone.”

“Kam we have to. For Beth.”  I try to comfort my frightened little sister.  She is usually the stronger and more confident of the two of us, yet here she stands, shaking and pleading.

Detective Sharpe whistles loudly, drawing the attention of several nearby officers.  He motions one over with a wave of his arm.  He instructs the cop to stay with Kam, and places a hand on the small of my back.  His other arm is held out in front of us.  The long, manicured fingertips of his right hand point toward the gruesome truth across the street.  I shudder, take a step off of the sidewalk, and cross the road.  We move in the same motion, one with the other, our footsteps in sync.  He leads me through the crowded lawn, and we stop at the door abruptly, so as not to disrupt any key evidence inside the bloodied entryway.  My eyes go straight to the necklace I had noticed before.

“Oh my God.”  I croak, with an instantly dry throat.

My hand instinctively reaches to my collar and grabs the gold chain hanging around my neck.  I pull the locket out from under my shirt.  My fingers tremble and cling to the gold heart, I gasp for a breath.  The air around me closes in, I struggle for oxygen. My bottom lip trembles involuntarily.  It feels as if I’m being strangled by this cherished item I have clung to for so long.  Detective Sharpe watches my display with eyes wide.

“Markie.”  His voice is slow and steady. “Let me see your necklace.”

My quivering hand drops, and I stare into his eyes. He makes the connection.  I’m certain that he is reading my mind as his face lightens more than just a shade.  Placed on top of Breanna’s chest, and dangled around her already bloodied body, is Beth’s matching heart locket.  He points to the dead body that lay inches away.

“Is that Beth’s necklace?”  He asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” I force out.

Again, I am beside myself. Talking through a foggy haze of grief. The detective glances back and forth between the dead teen and myself.  His lips are pursed.  The color returns to his face in full force.  He is clearly at a loss for words.

“It gets worse.”  I continue.

“How could this possibly get any worse?”

“Beth’s locket was hanging from the corner of my bathroom mirror this morning.”

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Review: Learning to Fly (UK Crush #3), by Tani Hanes

Tani has written a hell of a romance series here!  I’ll be joining in the blog tour for book #4 hosted by R&R!  My review of Before The Tempest will be a stop on the tour on Thursday 5/25 so stop back by and check it out!

As for now, here is my review for UK Crush #3, Learning to Fly by Tani Hanes.

Learning to Fly (UK Crush #3) by Tani Hanes

*My ratting: 3.5 of 5 stars.*


In comparison to the first two books in the UK Crush series, I found Learning to Fly to be comfortable. There’s a lot of love in this book. It also had TWO of the biggest milestones in Aileen’s life, which is awesome. To make it even better, they happen one right after the other, making one hell of an epic week at the end of the book!

I love that Aileen (Tink) was able to get everything straightened out with her classical music career, especially after the near life threatening sabotage that was put in place in book 2. Tink pulled herself back up, spent the perfect amount of time with her original professor and wound up nailing her performance in an audition of a lifetime. She and Theodore (Teddy) spent a few very romantic weeks together in NYC which was very much a dream come true for her. I love Aileen’s humble approach at life and in her travels. I also really liked that they did so many touristy things together.

Although everything about this book, including the ending, was absolutely predictable — it was still overflowing with juicy bedroom scenes and refreshingly normal relationship situations. They attend famous events together as a regular couple. As a whole, I thought this particular book was cute. Their public affection for each other is beautiful, and their private time is heart thumping hot hot hot!


Tinker Bell’s life has changed so much in the past six months. She’s gone from being a poor music student to the girlfriend of a member of one of the most successful bands in the world. In Learning to Fly, the third in the UK Crush series, she travels to New York City with Teddy to compete in the most important piano audition of her life, to prestigious Hamilton Conservatory.

Life has never been easy for her, and though knowing Gethin, Ronan, Matthew, and of course, Teddy, has been wonderful, life is still fraught with unforeseeable problems. Her relationship with Teddy continues to grow as she falls more in love with him in beautiful wintertime Manhattan, and surprises await in the magical city of her dreams.

Review: Diving Deep (UK Crush #2)


3 of 5 Stars.

Diving Deep is quite a HOT love story! I gotta say, I started out having quite the infatuation for Theo (Teddy). I even told everyone about halfway through the story that he was sure to be my book boyfriend lol.. Sadly, he let me down. His communication skills with Aileen (birdie, or even Tinker Bell) are lacking in many MANY ways. He made me so mad! Ultimately, he came to his senses thank the Lord. But, the simple fact that he handled her and life the way he did pretty much turned me completely off to him. I can’t even believe Tink puts up with his crap the way she did. I get that it’s love and that you do crazy things in the name of it, but wow.

So, now that I’m done with my short little rant and rave, let me tell you what I DID love about this book. In ways it redeemed my anger and I’m still very much looking forward to the next books in the series.

The writing is great. At times it’s a little repetitive (which normally I don’t particularly care for), but it actually works with Aileen and her story, as it really drills the emotions into your soul. I liked that even though they are stupid at communicating their problems, it’s real. Real couples in real life do often suck at communication, especially when they’re new at deep long-term relationships.

In a way this book kind of forced me to put my own voice-tress altercation tendencies aside and make an attempt to realize that not everyone is so outspoken with their problems in a relationship. More often than not people do let assumptions ruin their lives without actually talking out their problems and fixing things together. Just because I personally get irritated by it, doesn’t mean that the struggle isn’t real.

As far as diving deep goes, I liked it. I didn’t love it as much as the first book, but I do feel involved. I feel like I’m there, and now a part of Aileen’s life so I can’t wait to see what the next couple of books bring about. I have my bets!


Learning to live can be difficult. Aileen Foster, aka Tinker Bell the Bitchtastic, aka Birdie, has come to London to live with Theo Shelley, who is one quarter of UK Crush, the most popular boyband in the world, while she prepares for her piano audition to Hamilton Conservatory in New York. She’s new to England, to relationships, to love, to life, really. But she’s trying.

Moving Along With My Book-boyfriend-capades….

As some of you know I ran into a bit of a dry spell a few months ago in terms of finding a book boyfriend worthy of replacing the well known Atlas from It Ends With Us, by Colleen Hoover. After months of faint disappointment I finally fell head over heals for Jamie from Defy, by L. J Shen I THINK I may have finally found a new book-boyfriend… EEEEKKKKK!!! ….

Anyhow, I’m happy to announce that I haven’t had to wait near as long this go around!!


 I’m only 50% into this book (again) so I’m crossing my fingers very tightly as not to be led up for a disappointment (again)… But, based on what I’ve read so far I think I might be in the clear! Although there are still a few more books in the series so really anything could happen!

Oh my Gaaads, I can’t even begin to explain how HOT the scenes are in this book!! WHOAH!!!!!  *swooning* *drooling* *pretty much just dying inside* check check check!

If you think you can handle the sheer manliness this guy maintains in the bedroom then by all means check it out!!


(don’t let the sweet innocent girl on the cover fool you…. She’s not so innocent anymore!)


HEEEELLLLLLOOOOOOO THEODORE SHELLEY!! Thank you, OHHHHH thank you, you sexy boy-band MAN you!!

Theo is the kind of guy that would convert any reader into a boy-band fan (including myself, which honestly is kind of weird to admit)  I’ll probably never look at a boy band again without picking apart it’s members and wondering which one is most likely to handle a girl, as Theo does.

So enjoy friends!  Also, if it makes you feel any better… You can totally follow along with this story by this book alone without having to read the first in the series.  I’d suggest even just exploring the free sample and you’ll see exactly what I’m talking about, because this book even starts with a bang… literally!


Goodreads Monday 5/15/17: To Charm A Killer, by W.L. Hawkin

Goodreads Monday is a meme hosted by the lovely Lauren @ Lauren’s Page Turners

In order to participate, choose a random book from your TBR and show it off!
Don’t forget to link back to Lauren’s post so everyone can check out which books you pick!


To Charm a Killer was only recently added to my TBR.  It’s going to be a least a month out maybe longer before I’ll be able to get to it, as I’m completely backed up on reviews. But, with that being said, it’s actually one of the top five on my list that I’m the most excited about! And, not only because the cover is to gorgeous either. So far the reviews for this book are excellent! Also, I haven’t had the pleasure of reading a witch book for quite some time, and this particular one sounds absolutely unique and very intense! The author actually commented on my own blog post to share her book INDI-AUTHORS UNITE. Leave a link and find a read! Open book swap! , and I’m SOOOO GLAD she did! Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have came across it, and it looks phenomenal!



When a third witch vanishes from Vancouver, the witches of Hollystone Coven spin a charm to catch the killer. But spells ripple with repercussions, and in the ensuing chaos, an innocent seventeen-year-old girl gets caught up in the charm. As obsessed with the killer as the killer is with him, High Priest Estrada vows to find the man and stop him. Then, at their Samhain ritual, Hecate speaks through their high priestess and shocks everyone with her prophecy:

As one of you has spun the charm, now none of you are safe from harm.

One who all felt they could trust, breeds deception cloaked in lust.

One will gain their heart’s desire, while yet another pays with fire.

Before the dark of winter night, four souls pass over into light.

Once begun it cannot end, but circles round as circles bend.

To save the girl and catch the killer, Estrada journeys from the West Coast of Canada to Ireland and Beyond. Abduction, death, fire, and faeries. Who is the killer? Why is he killing witches? And how can he be stopped before Hecate’s prophecy comes true?

WL Hawkin weaves threads of Macbeth and ancient Irish myth with edgy romance in this mysterious urban fantasy. To Charm a Killer is the first in the Hollystone Mysteries series.

If you are interested in this tittle and you want to read a little bit more about the creation of and the author herself you can do so directly on W.L Hawkins BLOG HERE!!!


Havana Heat, by Kim Knight … NEW RELEASE

I can’t even tell you how excited I am to read the first in Kim Knight’s romance set in paradise series, Havana Heat.  I just finished up another of her books A Stranger In France a few weeks ago and loved it! Book Review: A Stranger In France, by Kim Knight 4.5 stars. Kim has a great blog as well. It’s always packed with useful information for authors as well as a monthly feature. Check out Kim’s Bio HERE

Havana Heat is available for pre-order (and will be released within days!!!) so grab it now while it’s fresh on the grill!


Havana Heat is book one of the Romance Set in Paradises series of modern,steamy, suspenseful and romantic stories, set in exotic locations around the world. In Havana Heat readers are transported to the paradise of Cuba’s capital Havana, following the romance and heat build between Spaniard Detective Sebastian Garcia, and London born and bred wedding planner Melinda Jones. Melinda’s path crosses with the handsome and charming Detective at Casa De Amour Hotel as a guest at her client’s exotic location wedding. Both characters are in search of a slice of paradise, away from their own troubled love life back home. Once their paths cross the romance and sizzle begins.

When all hell breaks out at Casa De Amour Hotel, and conflict builds over their past both characters are faced with a decision to take a risk and see out their romance, or walk away. Forever asking themselves what could have been. Romance, thrills and excitement await in book one of this modern romance series set in paradise.

Also, the second in the series is not to far behind this one. So, you wont have to hold your breath long!!




Wishful Wed. 5/10/17: This week I’d like to live in The Shack, by William P. Young

Wishful Wednesday is a Meme hosted by yours truly *Didi Oviatt – Author* where we can share the books we could see ourselves living in.  Whether it be pillow-talking your book-boyfriend (or girlfriend), casting a sleep spell on your arch nemesis, or even crossing swords with a pirate. If you could pick a book to live in, what book would it be, and why?

The options are endless, and the beautiful part is that we can change our minds every week!!  If you want to list your Wishful Wednesday *I could live there* book then join in the fun!!  You’re welcome to use my WW picture, or not, whatever you prefer!  Just list your book choice of the week and link back here to *the Wishful Wednesday Page*  and I’ll link you into my own weekly pick!!


Obviously, I would minus the whole child abduction portion of this book before I packed up my bags to move in. If one of my children were taken from me I would literally die, as would most! But, to stay for days in a secluded cabin with God and Jesus for days on end would be more than I could ever dream of!  No I’m not religious, YES I believe in and feel as if I have a strong relationship with God (lets just leave that little discussion there 😉 ).

This book is amazing, and I actually loved the movie too!!  I was Leary to watch it as I’m not sure how I’d handle a complete butcher of the book.  Luckily, that wasn’t the case! The movie was great too!  I bawled like a baby.  If you ever just want to straight up ugly cry, then watch this show!


Mackenzie Allen Phillips’s youngest daughter, Missy, has been abducted during a family vacation, and evidence that she may have been brutally murdered is found in an abandoned shack deep in the Oregon wilderness. Four years later, in this midst of his great sadness, Mack receives a suspicious note, apparently from God, inviting him back to that shack for a weekend. Against his better judgment he arrives at the shack on wintry afternoon and walks back into his darkest nightmare. What he finds there will change his life forever.


Goodreads Monday 5/8/17: We Were Liars, by E. Lockhart.

Goodreads Monday is a meme hosted by the lovely Lauren @ Lauren’s Page Turners

In order to participate, choose a random book from your TBR and show it off!
Don’t forget to link back to Lauren’s post so everyone can check out which books you pick!


I usually try to weave well known best sellers equally in with up and coming Indi written books like my own. I believe it’s important to pay it forward in reading self-published work. I also believe it’s an imperative step in improving yourself as a writer to learn from best selling books. Reading is the only way to truly better your vocabulary, writing voice & style, and character development skills.

We Were Liars is the next book on my bestselling list… I’m hoping to get to it with in the next couple of weeks and I can’t wait!  I’ve seen this sucker everywhere, and have for what seems like FOREVER… Any book that can stay so popular for close to two years like this one has, is bound to be fantastic!


A beautiful and distinguished family.
A private island.
A brilliant, damaged girl; a passionate, political boy.
A group of four friends—the Liars—whose friendship turns destructive.
A revolution. An accident. A secret.
Lies upon lies.
True love.
The truth.

We Were Liars is a modern, sophisticated suspense novel from New York Times bestselling author, National Book Award finalist, and Printz Award honoree E. Lockhart.
Read it.
And if anyone asks you how it ends, just LIE.

“An ambitious novel with an engaging voice, a clever plot and some terrific writing.”–New York Times Book Review

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