Book Title: Shattered Destinies (Destined To Be Lovers saga Book 2)
Book Author: Suzanne Nemec
Rating: 5 Dragon Paws
Oh my stars!!! As you guys know that’s my phrase for Oh my god. You can find it in my writing everywhere. Suzanne has wrote a hit with this one. She has gone far since book 1. There’s more emotional connection between our favorite lovers, new characters and more of my favorite character – Merlin. He’s one cheeky fellow. This book is a roller coaster of a ride that one may even want to reread. People nowadays don’t reread books but I think readers will reread this one. There’s more lessons from Josh and a LOT more sexiness. Book 3 is in the works. You guys won’t know what hit you when you get to the ending. Remember to yell at Suzanne to get out book 3 ASAP.
For readers 21+ for mature sexual content. Have a good unicorn day!
This is a sweet romance story of where two strangers bump into each other during the holidays. The ending is perfect. It’s good for 15 and older. This story has trees, gifts, and ball dropping. It needs some editing but the style of writing is different which is refreshing. The author has many many books so check those out.
Wow so according to amazon, I got this book in October 2017! So glad I finally read it. It’s really good. I don’t think I read any books about trapping ghosts. The characters are perfect even the psychic when he did show up to help. The boss is also in a wheel chair. Different.
For 16+. There are beautiful women, ghosts, a doll, and the ending is perfect! I highly recommend to readers who love exploring books about ghosts.
Healthy and pure.
It can also be deadly,
Of this I am sure.
I’ve experienced many,
I’ve opened my door.
Of all the love that I’ve held
There’s one thing I know,
Ain’t no one has loved
Quite like me… Jann Doe.
EVERY LOVE is a collection of poetry covering my own experiences in love. From abuse, to affair, to healthy commitment, I’ve experienced the dynamics of love… even suicide has played a part. The name ‘Jann Doe’ is to protect myself and my family from my own mistakes and history, given the parts of me that love has touched.
Book Review:
Rating: 5 Dragon Paws
This is a great change of pace. A great book of poetry to get away into from long novels and own life. The Book Blurb is perfect!
Some of my favorite poems from the book are titled –
Mayhem
No muse
Confusion
Soldier
Mountain
Ready
I believe it will be good for a reader for 16 and over.
Author Bio:
Jann Doe is a poet who recognizes and accepts her authenticity as a woman, and encourages other women to do the same. Everyone has their burdens to cary, their flaws to accept, and their strengths to pride themselves on. Jann’s goal as a poet is to speak out on behalf of other women across the globe to love themselves for who they truly are. No one is perfect, nor should we be. It’s imperative that we as women accept ourselves, and live for tomorrow… not by ignoring our past but by learning from it, and growing because of it.
When the Ericksons move home to care for their ailing grandmother, they’re told a stranger has taken up residence in the attic of the sprawling mansion. Upon investigation, the family isn’t sure the tenant is anything more than a figment of old Mrs. Erickson’s imagination—until a mysterious young woman begins to show herself to the family in fleeting, uncanny visits.
When unexplained things start happening under the mansion’s roof, suspicions arise as to just who—or what—she is. In the chaos that ensues, the family is forced to make a decision: trust the stranger or band together as a family against her—and their grandmother who’s protecting her.
‘She tried to distract herself by thinking of other things, like the invigorating chill in the atmosphere or the soft crushing of the mushy grass under the thin, flappy shoes, but nothing worked. The feelings and emotions around her were too big to be crowded out by minor sensory input.
Amira was aware of darkness rolling off Dr. Bordell like a smothering fog. She could no longer hear the other two men out here with them. They had either straggled far behind or were being strangely silent. Most likely it was just her and the doctor now traipsing out into nowhere. Would she ever come back?
They only walked a short while longer when the doctor stopped Amira in her tracks. He ripped off her head covering in one violent motion that took several long brown hairs with it. He watched her with a sickening grin as she tried to get her bearings.
Amira’s gaze went straight to the heavens, an immediate escape. It was a cloudy night and she couldn’t locate the moon in the sky, only a glowing veil of clouds in its place and a sugar-sprinkling of stars all around. The tree branches that clawed at the atmosphere were unfamiliar in shape, and she couldn’t find a recognizable landmark anywhere in the inky darkness. . . . The doctor gripped the nape of Amira’s neck and flung her to the ground like an unwanted stray kitten. She tumbled several times from the unnecessary force, kicking up loose soil before coming to rest atop a bare, earthen mound.
“She’s in the ground, you stupid moron,” Dr. Bordell replied and laughed, thoroughly enjoying his moment of revelation, “which is exactly where I’m going to put your mother if you don’t do everything I tell you to from here on out.”
Amira clutched fistfuls of dirt in her palms and let the powder cascade through her open fingers. “No,” she whispered as the soil rained against her bare legs.’
Misty Mount has written since age five and was first published at fourteen. By day she’s a caregiver, wife, and mother to a young son but during the quiet hours of night she becomes a novelist.
“I read because my grandmother showed me how to immerse myself in books for recreation, relaxation or even as a coping skill.
I write because my head is filled with daydreams and I like to choose the endings.”
Welcome to the month-long mega tour for Charlie Laidlaw’s newest book, The Space Between Time, due for release on June 20th! There will be fantastic bloggers participating, who will be posting interviews, excerpts, reviews, and other exclusive content!
Additionally, there are loads of goodies being given away, so be sure to enter at the bottom!
The Space Between Time
Expected Publication Date: June 20th, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Fiction/ Dark Comedy
There are more stars in the universe than there are grains of sand on Earth…
Emma Maria Rossini appears to be the luckiest girl in the world. She’s the daughter of a beautiful and loving mother, and her father is one of the most famous film actors of his generation. She’s also the granddaughter of a rather eccentric and obscure Italian astrophysicist.
But as her seemingly charmed life begins to unravel, and Emma experiences love and tragedy, she ultimately finds solace in her once-derided grandfather’s Theorem on the universe.
The Space Between Time is humorous and poignant and offers the metaphor that we are all connected, even to those we have loved and not quite lost.
It wasn’t an afternoon that I like to remember, and not just because of my shrieking tantrum. Once I’d calmed down, Mum told me I’d been very silly, because it was all make-believe on a cinema screen. I reminded her that she’d cried when Bambi’s mum died, and that was a film and a cartoon. Mum said that it wasn’t the same thing at all. But I wasn’t being silly because I wasn’t old enough to know the difference between pretence and reality.
Dad had looked pretty dead on the screen. The blood on his chest had looked pretty real. If it had been a different dead person, I would have been OK. Children don’t really know where make-believe ends and the real world begins and, partly because of who I am, it’s remained pretty hazy ever since. I also don’t like to remember that film because it was the moment when I realised that our lives were about to change, and I didn’t know if that would be a good thing.
Sounds strange, yes? Here’s something stranger: I am a child of the sea, I sometimes think, and have done ever since we first moved to live beside it. I feel subject to its vagaries and tempers, with its foaming margins framed against a towering sky. I am familiar with its unchanging mood swings. That’s how I like things; I find the familiar comforting. I find change threatening.
I am the daughter of someone who, not long after that ghastly cinema outing, became one of the most famous actors of his generation and, importantly for me, the granddaughter of a rather brilliant but obscure physics professor. But despite their overachievements, I have inherited no aptitude for mathematics and my father positively hated the idea of his only offspring following in his thespian footsteps. He knew how cruel and badly paid the profession could be. But I still look up to my grandfather, and think of his ludicrous moustache with affection.
Gramps once told me that there are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on Earth. Just think of all those sandpits, beaches and deserts! That’s an awful lot of stars. He then told me, his only grandchild, that I was his shining star, which was a nice thing to say and why I remember him talking about sand and stars. On clear nights, with stars twinkling, I often think about him.
I still believe in my grandfather, and admire his stoic acceptance in the face of professional disdain, because I believe in the unique power of ideas, right or wrong, and that it’s our thoughts that shape our existence. We are who we believe ourselves to be.
I gave up believing in my father long ago, because speaking other people’s words and ideas seemed like a lame excuse for a job, even if he was paid millions, and met the Queen on several occasions. She must have liked him because she awarded him an OBE for services to film, theatre and charity. Charity! Who the hell told the Queen that?
I stopped believing in him one Christmas Day, a long time ago, when he simply didn’t turn up. It wasn’t his presents that I missed, or even his presence, but the warm, fuzzy feeling of being important to him. During that day of absence and loss I concluded that his wife and daughter couldn’t much matter to him, otherwise he’d have made a bigger effort to get home. That Christmas Day, my father was simply somewhere else, probably in a bar, immaculately dressed, his hair slicked back, the object of male envy and the centre of every woman’s attention for miles around.
In that respect, Dad was more tomcat than father, except that by then his territory, his fame, stretched around the globe. I know this: by then he had a Golden Globe to prove it. He gushed pheromones from every pore, squirting attraction in every direction, and even women with a poor sense of smell could sniff him out.
I feel mostly Scottish, but am a little bit Italian. It explains my name, Emma Maria Rossini; my dark complexion, black hair, the slightly long nose, and thin and lanky body. Obese I am not, and will never be, however much pasta I eat, and I eat lots. It also explains my temper, according to some people, although I don’t agree with them, and my brown cow’s eyes, as an almost-boyfriend once described them, thinking he was paying me a compliment, before realising that he had just become an ex-almost-boyfriend.
But mostly I am a child of the sea. That’s what happens if you live for long enough by its margins: it becomes a part of you; its mood echoing your mood, until you know what it’s thinking, and it knows everything about you. That’s what it feels like when I contemplate its tensile strength and infinite capacity for change. On calm flat days in North Berwick, with small dinghies marooned on the glassy water, and loud children squealing in its shallows, it can make me anxious and cranky.
The sea, on those days, seems soulless and tired, bereft of spirit. But on wilder days, the beach deserted, or with only a hardy dog-walker venturing across the sand, with large waves thundering in, broaching and breaking, then greedily sucking back pebbles into the foam, I feel energised: this is what the sea enjoys, a roaring irresponsibility, and I share in its pleasure. We are all children of the sea, I sometimes think, or we should be – even those who have never seen an ocean or tasted its saltiness; I can stand for hours and contemplate its far horizons, lost within myself, sharing its passion. In the Firth of Forth is the ebb and flow of my past and my existence, wrapped tight against the west wind. It is what I am, placid and calm, or loud and brash.
I was born in Paisley, central Scotland, which wasn’t my fault. That week, Eddie Calvert with Norrie Paramor and his Orchestra were Top of the Pops, with Oh, Mein Papa, as sung by a young German woman remembering her once-famous clown father. That gives a clue to my age, not my musical taste.
I was brought up in the west of Scotland and graduated from the University of Edinburgh. I still have the scroll, but it’s in Latin, so it could say anything.
I then worked briefly as a street actor, baby photographer, puppeteer and restaurant dogsbody before becoming a journalist. I started in Glasgow and ended up in London, covering news, features and politics. I interviewed motorbike ace Barry Sheene, Noel Edmonds threatened me with legal action and, because of a bureaucratic muddle, I was ordered out of Greece.
I then took a year to travel round the world, visiting 19 countries. Highlights included being threatened by a man with a gun in Dubai, being given an armed bodyguard by the PLO in Beirut (not the same person with a gun), and visiting Robert Louis Stevenson’s grave in Samoa. What I did for the rest of the year I can’t quite remember
Surprisingly, I was approached by a government agency to work in intelligence, which just shows how shoddy government recruitment was back then. However, it turned out to be very boring and I don’t like vodka martini.
Craving excitement and adventure, I ended up as a PR consultant, which is the fate of all journalists who haven’t won a Pulitzer Prize, and I’ve still to listen to Oh, Mein Papa.
I am married with two grown-up children and live in central Scotland. And that’s about it.
I have 2 signed copies of The Space Between Time to giveaway, 3 fun coffee mugs featuring all 3 of Charlie Laidlaw’s books, and 3 digital copies of the book in the winner’s format of choice! Amazing right? Click the link below to enter!
Welcome to the tour for graphic novel, The Birth of Gemini by C.S Johnson! Make sure to enter for a chance to win a copy of the book!
The Birth of Gemini (The Signs of the Stars #1)
Publication Date: July 2018
Genre: Manga/ Graphic Novel
Length: 42 Pages
Years and light-years away, one father must find the courage to do whatever it takes to protect his children …
As a surgeon for the Mercy Interplanetary Alliance, Micheel Reshi is no stranger to difficult choices. But when his wife, Nabelle, gives brith to their twins, Micheel is horrified to find Callox and Pasher bare the Sign of Gemini on their arms. The bright constellation marks them as carriers of the hidden code Earth’s last generation had engineered into human DNA—and marks them as targets by the Collectors, a group of people determined to wipe out all memory of Old Earth and its existence.
When Count Lux, Nabelle’s cousin and a member of the Collectors, arrives on their starship, Micheel knows he must do something to save his family—even if it means breaking them apart.
THIS IS THE SHORT STORY GRAPHIC NOVEL VERSION OF THE PREQUEL TO “THE SIGNS OF THE STARS”, A SPACE OPERA ADVENTURE SERIES FROM C. S. JOHNSON.
It’s a fast read. Could have a potential trigger for a parent. Not really sure how to review a manga. There is a text version before the actual manga. It’s drawn very well. Good read. Can read during a break at work.
C. S. Johnson is the award-winning, genre-hopping author of several novels, including young adult sci-fi and fantasy adventures such as the Starlight Chronicles, the Once Upon a Princess saga, and the Divine Space Pirates trilogy. With a gift for sarcasm and an apologetic heart, she currently lives in Atlanta with her family. Find out more at http://www.csjohnson.me
Congrats to Chelsea Handock! Her new book released last week. Look at that hot cover!
Book Title: Crash: Ruthless Bastards
Publication Date: May 31
Genre: Military Romance
Book Blurb:
Ryker “Crash” St. John doesn’t believe in relationships. He has seen the devastating cost of having one and wants no part of it. Crash doesn’t do strings, but for a friend, someone he thought was special, he was willing to bend his rules slightly, but she left. Determined to live his life the way he wants, Crash is surprised when everything comes back full circle… well, sort of. Different chick and messed up circumstances, but he finds he is the one who wants strings, and she is the one who wants nothing to do with them.
Braya Collins lives a very sedate life. She gets up every day, goes to work at the preschool she runs, then goes home… rinse and repeat, day after day. At one point, she thought that life was her rebellion from her over-controlling mother and what she coined her social responsibilities. Now, she realizes she was hiding, just in a different way. When her step-sister comes up missing, and a letter is delivered to Braya, asking her to take it to Ryker St. John, she does it immediately not realizing how much that one request will change her life.
Reluctantly, Crash and Braya join forces and set off on a journey that knocks them both for a loop. Past hurts and betrayals come to the surface. Danger lurks around every corner. Every second counts. They can’t give up, or someone they care about will be lost.
The only question left is, when all the dust settles, what will be left? Will these two opposites make it, or is the attraction just a product of their situation?
Book Warning:
Explicit love scenes and naughty language. Intended for mature audiences. This book is part of a series and can be read as a standalone although to get full enjoyment, it is suggested you read in series order, starting with Whiskey: RBMC Book 1
It was really hard figuring who would be the lucky starts but I narrowed it down!
Who’s your favorite actress and why?
Trivia 2
Caroling.
I have never done it, though I love Christmas movies that involve caroling in one way or another. I find it that people have guts to go from house to house and sing. It’s really cool and open. No one ever done that in my neighborhood….
Have you ever been a caroler and or have gone caroling? Do you think people still do it? If not, what should people do to bring back the tradition? Share your experience!
Trivia 3
French fries. My chosen foods for making me feel better. A bar and grill just needs to have fries and they better be good!
Cat goes to a bar with a friend and orders french fries. When another friend joins her, he gets a surprise…the fries are extra salty. 😉
I also like french fries with chili. Here’s a pic (just because lol) :
What do you guys like adding to your fries? Nowadays, there are a ton of options.
Trivia 4
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t like to snuggle under a blanket. I have several favorite blankets and one blanket I have received for last Christmas from my boss. ^_^
Cat also has a favorite blanket, a mermaid tail blanket (the one that I have ^_^)
Cat’s favorite holiday movie is Holiday in Handcuffs. It’s about Judy, a girl who’s too afraid to show up single yet again for her mom’s Christmas getaway weekend. She’s so afraid that she ends up kidnapping a guy from the restaurant where she’s working. It’s a great movie with fantastic scenes, and it has one of my favorite actresses.
Hospitals. I visited them a few times- both as a patient and as a visitor. Last time, I was a visitor because one of my best friends gave birth to a beautiful boy.
Anyway, Cat ends up being a visitor to the hospital.
There, they have a system in the emergency room where the patient needs to fill out a card with their name and social security number. That way, when the patient gets to the nurse, he or she doesn’t need to reveal his identity out loud that unwanted ears could hear. I like that system.
Be healthy. Be happy.
What’s your favorite ‘get well’ gift did you give to a family member or friend?
Trivia 7
Most girls love dresses. Cat likes them, too…even if she had to spend a ton of money on one for a party.
Here’s her dress – Just picture it in silver and green at the shoulders
Do you dress up for holiday parties? What would be your ideal dress/outfit?
Trivia 8
So, before I had my son, I’ve been to a couple of bars. I’m no saint.
Whether it was to drink, have some greasy food, or to play pool, it was fun. I always went with the girls so we would catch up.
Cat ends up going to a bar with a friend and ends up learning an important aspect of someone’s past.
My choice of drink is rum with coke.
What’s yours? Doesn’t have to be alcoholic.
Trivia 9
Here’s where Cat and I are really different.
She has a fantastic singing voice. I like to sing, but I’m horrible. My husband always tells me to stop singing, unless I’m singing to my son. He says that I have a beautiful voice when I sing for my son because it’s filled with love. ^_^
One of my favorite singers is Cher. Here’s a scene from the movie – Burlesque.
My best friend, Laura, likes color art. I even sent her pencils so she could color. Couldn’t send color books because well they’re heavy! Have you tried sending a package to another country? Yikes!
Anyway, it’s her fault that novella has color art. SURPRISE!
That’s a big reason to buy it in print (hint hint). Not only will you guys enjoy Cat’s story but you also get to color 10 beautifully crafted illustrations. I’ll be setting up the print version on Amazon at the end of the week. ^_^
Do you color? Share a link to your favorite coloring book.
Trivia 11
How to kick off a holiday party?
At first, Cat fails. I mean why would someone start playing notes to – Highway to Hell, during a holiday party? One may never know. Though, it was a bad attempt for getting the people into the mood, it sure grabbed their attention and what else grabbed their attention was her singing.
Cat sings – All I want for Christmas is you, for the party. What type of a chick-lit Christmas story would this be without this song???
Everyone likes the movie – Love Actually, so here’s a scene with the song. Enjoy!
I already mentioned Barbies and Transformers so I guess I have to mention DragonBall Z. Besides watching Sailor Moon when I was a kid, I watched Dragonball Z. If one checks out lists of popular anime to watch, those two are always listed.
Cat had also seen the anime and uses it to her advantage when communicating with the little boy that’s part of the story.
My favorite character was Trunks. He got to travel through time!-
If you watched the show, who was your favorite character? If you hadn’t seen the show then name a favorite character from a different anime. If you don’t like anime, then name a character from your favorite book. We’re all ears.
Trivia 13
Cat is a character that I created so obviously, she’s going to have a trait or two that belongs to me. Hehe. ^_^ I adore ornaments. I think that it’s fun to make them yourselves or to buy them. Every year, I buy a new ornament. Ornaments tend to break every year so I replenish one by one. There’s no theme, just whatever little ornament catches my eye.
Do you have a tradition that has to do with tree ornaments? Or a tradition that you created to celebrate your own holiday? What is it?
Trivia 14
Diaries. We all had them at one point or another. At least the girls had.
Let’s see if I remember correctly, I went through notebooks when I was a kid. Where I would doodle and write down my thoughts. After notebooks, I had voice activated diaries. After that, with the internet booming, I tried xanga…though after two posts, it totally failed as a diary. I returned to notebooks in high school and taped in foreign money or pictures of things when writing down my memories.
Anyway, Cat has a diary. She actually started keeping on when her story begins. You guys will get to read her inner thoughts that hopefully will make you feel more connected to the character.
Decorating! I love decorating. I have boxes and boxes filled with decorations. I have Halloween decorations and Christmas decorations. Some for St. Patrick’s and some for Valentine’s.
I hang lights not just on the tree or the windows but also on the ceilings! It’s a lot of work just to hang the lights but the feelings it creates is just amazing. When I look up at the lights and snow globes, Christmas tree, fake snow, little house village collection, Nutcrackers, and other things really brings out the holiday spirit.
Cat wants her work party to have a holiday spirit and is thrilled when she gets to decorate the rented space for the party. Does she succeed? Does something go wrong? I don’t remember, but she gets that spirit and that’s what matters.
Back to Solvang, except this time not for pastries but for decorations. The last time that I visited Solvang, I visited their very own year-round Christmas store. I bought little red mushrooms to hang on the tree and my tree looked exquisite if I say so myself. 😉
What’s your favorite part of decorating? Is it the process or the end result? Please share.
Trivia 16
There are two cars that make an appearance in the novella. Cat owns a Toyota Matrixwhile the stranger owns a Nissan Titan.
Here’s the biggest tip that any writer and author would give someone about writing –
Write what you know.
Well, I don’t know much about Nissans, but I do know about a Toyota Matrix. My mother loves her Matrix and I like it. They don’t produce them anymore but if they did, my mom would buy a new one.
Cat’s car is a mess while the Stranger doesn’t have a coat in there. Total opposites. Why do I mention cars? Well, since Cat meets the stranger through a car accident, just thought to add this small bit of trivia. ^_^
Are you like Cat or like the Stranger? Messy or tidy?
Trivia 17
Baths. My favorite past time. I get so little of them now that I have my son so I really enjoy them.
Cat gets plenty of them though it’s not really mentioned in the story line. There’s a scene where she’s taking a bath with candles and incense. All she’s missing were flower petals and wine. What’s worse is that her bath got ruined by one phone call. Not fun.
You gotta love buzzfeed. Here’s a list of ways to improve your bath time!
Do you add anything special for your bath? What is it?
Trivia 18
Snowflakes. Man, I miss snow. When I was little, I used to love waking up and running up to the frozen windows. Each window had a story to tell and it was absolutely gorgeous. Now, I only see them in movies. That’s one minus of living in California, I don’t get to see snow or enjoy the dancing snowflakes. Though little, snowflakes play a role in the story.
One time, when I was in high school, my teacher brought a box filled with snow to school. She lived in the mountains and it actually snowed there. She brought some to show a student who had never seen snow before. It was really cool of her to do that. Didn’t I say that yet? Have respect for your teachers, they may just surprise you.
Have you ever seen frosted windows? Got a winter story to share? Please do.
Trivia 19
Coffee. It’s my Achilles heel… well before I got pregnant. I haven’t had coffee in more than a year. My son is nine months old and I still don’t drink it. So I ask you. What type of story doesn’t have coffee involved? Have you seen any?
Hehe. Here’s my coffee story.
It was when I was in college. My friend invited me to a coffee shop that just opened near campus. How could I say no? So, I followed him there and met my future husband. Yep! I met my husband in a coffee shop! He was the guy with the camera. The annoying type of guy that keeps on taking photos without asking permission. We didn’t hit it off right of the bat, but we did later.
One of locations that Cat visits is a bakery. I just love bakeries. Once you enter one, all worries disappear thanks to the enchanting aroma of bread, pastries, and coffee. Unlike with me failing to see Chicago in winter time, I had seen one of my favorite bakeries in winter. They had a huge gingerbread house and everything!
One of my favorite bakeries is located in Solvang, California. Here’s the website –
Do you like going to bakeries? What’s your favorite in town?
Trivia 21
If you’re a kid of late 1980s or early 1990s, you probably still played with Barbies, Kens, cars, and Transformers. I know that I have. My first Barbie house was a cut up cardboard box. My sister cut it up, decorated it, and it was only one floor. Nowadays, kids don’t know how lucky they are to have plastic home’s, plastic cars, and a bunch of other things that are needed for Malibu Barbie. Like seriously.
Anyway, in my novella, there’s a little boy who plays with transformers. His transformer is the one that I had when I was a kid. I have no idea what happened to my toy, but it disappeared sometime during the times when I moved around with my parents.
What was your favorite toy? Is it still on the market? Has it been improved?
Trivia 22
Cat’s best friend is Regina. Regina is a teacher and is very feisty. She’s complete opposite of Cat and yet they are best friends. She’s also the one to tell Cat about a ‘Dear Santa’ letter.
I have huge respect for teachers! For several reasons. First, my mother was a teacher in her first profession. Two, in high school, I was a mathematics teacher’s assistant and had to grade a ton of homework and tests! And finally, in college, I was a professor’s assistant so I know how hard teachers work so I made Cat’s friend be a teacher. ^_^
What was the moment that made you respect your teachers? Please share ^_^
Trivia 23
The story happens someplace unnamed close to Chicago, Illinois. Why it is left unnamed? Easy. Because, a story like this can happen anywhere…well as long as there’s snow. ^_^
I live in California, but I have friends living in Chicago. Over the years, we had road trips and or Amtrak trips to see them. I have never been there during winter, only summer, but I really liked my experiences there. Our friends showed us many places and actually one of my first malls in United States was in Illinois.
My life in United States started there, for the first two weeks, we lived with our friends until we moved to California. Well, my father left ahead to get settled while we enjoyed the greenery and a big trampoline at their house. So, Chicago will always be close to my heart.
My main character Catherine (Cat) works as a manager at a bank. She deals with customer relations and event planning. Since the story starts on December 16th, 2017, she’s all about event planning and not customer relations.
Anyway, I’m getting off topic. When one walks into a branch (at least in California), it’s all about the look. The tellers, the bankers, the managers are dressed in suits…you can forget to see casual. But, have you noticed the shoes? I believe that shoes is a way for the workers to speak their individuality and I like it… though Cat doesn’t understand that and hates high heels!
They don’t have it in my size!!! But I so would love that pair. I wouldn’t be able to wear them to work!
What is your dream pair? Would be able to wear it to your workplace?
Trivia 25
I just love the holidays and one of my favorite holiday drinks is not eggnog, it’s Glintwein. It’s a mulled wine drink for adults. The idea goes back all the way to ancient Rome!
Glintwein is a Russian name for it, and other cultures call it Glühwein (Germany), Glögg, gløgg, glögi (Nordic countries), vinho quente (Brazil), greyano vino (Bulgaria), and karštas vynas (Lithuania) to name a few.
A fairytale retelling in a land of magic and war, see Cinderella like you’ve never seen her before.
As Captain, Wren is sworn to protect the soldiers she leads into battle, which includes preventing a potential massacre in an upcoming campaign that could mean the end of the war in Heros. But defying orders from her Lord could mean a noose around her neck…
If she gets caught, of course.
Accompanied by men and women willing to accept the risk, Wren knows they need a miracle to overpower the sorceress who controls the magical creatures surrounding the city of Eius—one grand enough to win Sortis the victory they’ve been after since the War of Giants began.
There’s always a price to be had where magic is involved, though. A price she doesn’t realize until it’s too late.
One that might just cost Wren her life.
The Embers We Seek is a serial series, meaning a new episode of 8 – 15,000 words will be published in the last full week of every month. Cinderella’s tale will be completed in ten episodes.
Acacia K. Parker has never been the shy one. With her father having served in the Air Force for twenty years, she’s enjoyed homes in many different states, as well as an eight year stint in Germany (and no, she doesn’t speak German, even though she really wishes she did). The odd encounters with various strangers and places morphed her brain from normal to quite unnatural, and what better way to tame the voices in her head than to become a writer?
Oh, and she’s an artist, too, although getting their faces down on paper only shuts them up for so long (but it certainly helps).
When she isn’t falling prey to the voices, Acacia enjoys jamming out to her favorite Spotify playlists, spending time with her husband, drinking wine, and hanging out with her two writing buddies, Boomer and Sookie (think eighty-pound Golden Retrievers).
You can check out more on Acacia’s website, or proceed to stalk her on all her social media platforms (the choice is yours).
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