Happy Thursday, everyone! Today, I'm sharing a giveaway that just rolled out over on the IBGW blog and giving you all a little info on how you can get in on the action. Ready? Get your clicking fingers warmed up, and let's get going!
At INDIE Books Gone Wild, we always do a giveaway when one of our author's books goes live. We also send out a newsletter so these giveaways land right in your inbox. No, we don't spam, and yes, we ONLY send giveaways. Signup link for the newsletter is in the Rafflecopter below, and it's always one of the entry options (that means a free entry every time for our subscribers).
Here's the book up for grabs today:
Title: Eternal Earth (A House Series Novel)
Author: Layla Omorose
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: 284 pages
Buy Link: Amazon $0.99
Synopsis:
AN OBSESSION HE COULDN'T CONTROL
For over a year, Adien, the Trinity Hound of Earth. has watched Harmony
Sonders from a distance. Silently protecting her from his enemies and
those who sought to harm her...including himself. One look from her is
enough to have him longing for the one thing he never wanted...
A MAN SHE DARED TO TAME
Harmony Sonders has spent the last few years piecing herself back
together after escaping a marriage that nearly killed her. With her life
finally where she wants it, the last thing she needed was for another
man to come and throw her world into chaos... and that's exactly what
Adien Tygerian does. A wicked temptation, he awakens a side of her she
didn't know existed... a piece of her that demands she claim what is
rightfully hers and damned the consequences.
A DESIRE THAT WILL ROCK THEIR WORLD
With their enemies gathering their forces and the birth of a new power
at hand, can Adien and Harmony break down the walls that guard their
hearts and take hold of a love like they've never known to protect the
ones they love or will the ghosts of their pasts lead to their
damnation?
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Good luck!
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
A blog dedicated to the education and support of Indie authors.
Also striving to providing great book recommendations and reviews for readers.
Links and Books by Jo Michaels
Thursday, February 8, 2018
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Meet a Book Blogger - Twinsie Talk Book Reviews (Angie Stanton)
*Waves* Hi. My name is Angie. I own and run Twinsie Talk Book Reviews with 4 other FANTASTIC ladies. Our blog will read and reviews any genre of romance book. We generally just grab something one of the 5 of us like and read it. Some of the authors we read are one-click favorites and some we find from review requests sent to us. We started blogging as mainly an erotica or paranormal blog but added more bloggers so more genres are now being covered. I THINK straight up horror is the only genre we don’t read.
We started blogging in October 2012 because we were so involved in a lot of authors' street teams. We felt blogging was the next logical step to scream out the love for our authors. We thought getting 1,000 followers would be cool…now we can’t wait to hit 14,000!!
Some people ask what our review style is……. Is Hot Mess a style??? LOL When I write a review I sit and purge my thoughts on paper. I am writing it like I am telling my best friend about the book. There are guaranteed to be typos or some kinda crazy grammer with ….. and a lot of !!!!! and lots of #Hashtags but that is totally me……. off the cuff and just spilling what I need you to know about the story.
If you are looking for a review that says something like “Mrs. Smith delighted us with her current release” type of review…. I am Not your girl. If you want a review that says “Sweet Baby Jesus she did it again and I am loving this book!” come and sit by me 😊
Unfortunately, because if Amazon banning bloggers for no reason, a few of us are in the naughty corner but the other still post reviews on Amazon. We all post on Goodreads and do a blog post for all our reviewed books. If you need a book review posted to B&N we will as long as we know to do it because we generally don’t have authors asking for reviews there.
Well thanks so much for reading my rambling. We hope you will jump over and say hi or even give us a like. We are always looking for new to us authors so if you can, please comment with an author you love and then we can maybe find a new author for us to love as well!!
Web: http://www.Twinsietalk.com
Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Twinsietalk
Twitter: https://www.Twitter.com/Twinsietalk
Tsu: http://www.Tsu.co/Twinsietalk
IG: http://www.instagram.com/twinsietalk
Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/brwkPv
Thanks so much for dropping by, Angie! It was awesome to meet you! Y'all go give this little lady some love!
We started blogging in October 2012 because we were so involved in a lot of authors' street teams. We felt blogging was the next logical step to scream out the love for our authors. We thought getting 1,000 followers would be cool…now we can’t wait to hit 14,000!!
Some people ask what our review style is……. Is Hot Mess a style??? LOL When I write a review I sit and purge my thoughts on paper. I am writing it like I am telling my best friend about the book. There are guaranteed to be typos or some kinda crazy grammer with ….. and a lot of !!!!! and lots of #Hashtags but that is totally me……. off the cuff and just spilling what I need you to know about the story.
If you are looking for a review that says something like “Mrs. Smith delighted us with her current release” type of review…. I am Not your girl. If you want a review that says “Sweet Baby Jesus she did it again and I am loving this book!” come and sit by me 😊
Unfortunately, because if Amazon banning bloggers for no reason, a few of us are in the naughty corner but the other still post reviews on Amazon. We all post on Goodreads and do a blog post for all our reviewed books. If you need a book review posted to B&N we will as long as we know to do it because we generally don’t have authors asking for reviews there.
Well thanks so much for reading my rambling. We hope you will jump over and say hi or even give us a like. We are always looking for new to us authors so if you can, please comment with an author you love and then we can maybe find a new author for us to love as well!!
Web: http://www.Twinsietalk.com
Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/Twinsietalk
Twitter: https://www.Twitter.com/Twinsietalk
Tsu: http://www.Tsu.co/Twinsietalk
IG: http://www.instagram.com/twinsietalk
Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/brwkPv
Thanks so much for dropping by, Angie! It was awesome to meet you! Y'all go give this little lady some love!
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Tuesday Motivation - Decide What Kind of Day You'll Have
Happy Tuesday, everyone! Whew! Monday is gone. Thank goodness. Mondays always feel so long, don't they? It's like the day that doesn't stop, even though it's really just a twenty-four-hour day like every other. Anyway, welcome to Tuesday! Today, I'm gonna talk about a quote I read on Instagram from @in_gratitude_tv (you can click their name to give them a follow—I highly recommend you do) that I liked a lot. It resonated with me. Why? Well, grab your coffee, or tea, and let's chat about it.
Here's the quote I'm referring to:
This is true no matter who you are. As soon as you open your eyes, you either allow your brain to flood with dread or hope for the following hours you'll be awake and living life. You can either look for the bad things coming during the day, or you can focus on the positive.
Trust me, I've been in some of the most horrifying situations imaginable, and I never lost my positive outlook because I chose not to.
Every day's feeling is a choice, and the decision about how you're going to handle it lies in your hands. Yes, each and every day. As an author, I can wake up and think about that negative review, dwell on it, let it worry me, and let it drag my spirits through the mud, or I can think about those positive reviews, let them lift me up, embrace them, and let those words fuel me through another day.
It's my choice.
If I have difficult things to navigate through outside of author life, I can either choose to allow them to overwhelm me, or I can think about how to slay them, turn them around and make them work for me.
For several years, I battled the lowest of lows. I'm sure many of you wake up and feel like the day is crap and all you want is for it to end. The mindset spoken of in the quote is how I pulled myself out and allowed myself to be a happier human being.
With me, I had this habit of staying in bed after my alarm and wallowing in all the negative things I saw in the day ahead, dwelling on my past mistakes, dreading what the day would bring. I turned it around by making myself leap (yes, an actual leap) to my feet and instantly giving thanks for all the things I had. I focused on one thing I was looking forward to that day and was grateful to have the ability to learn something new. Then, I gave myself "me" time, of one hour, to drink coffee and do something I enjoyed without thinking about anything else. That meant I had to get up an hour before anyone else in my house, but it worked. I wasn't stressed by the time I saw people because I'd started my day for ME.
Now, it's a natural act. I don't even have to think about being grateful; I'm filled with gratitude instantly.
I still carve out my time every morning (no matter what) because I know I need to do that in order to be the best me I can be.
Guess what else? No one gave it to me. I had to take it. With five (small) children at home, being a full-time student (22 hours a semester) that maintained a 4.0 GPA in one of the most difficult programs at my college, being the primary care-giver (also, maintenance man, lawn person, etc...) for my household, and dealing with a ton of medical crap, I still made it happen. You can, too.
Here's my task for you today (if you're not doing this already): Find out what that "thing" is that will start your day off right, and figure out how to make it happen for you. Make it happen each and every morning.
Find your happy. Take it. Choose what kind of day you're going to have.
Do you do any of this? What's your morning thing?
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
Here's the quote I'm referring to:
This is true no matter who you are. As soon as you open your eyes, you either allow your brain to flood with dread or hope for the following hours you'll be awake and living life. You can either look for the bad things coming during the day, or you can focus on the positive.
Trust me, I've been in some of the most horrifying situations imaginable, and I never lost my positive outlook because I chose not to.
Every day's feeling is a choice, and the decision about how you're going to handle it lies in your hands. Yes, each and every day. As an author, I can wake up and think about that negative review, dwell on it, let it worry me, and let it drag my spirits through the mud, or I can think about those positive reviews, let them lift me up, embrace them, and let those words fuel me through another day.
It's my choice.
If I have difficult things to navigate through outside of author life, I can either choose to allow them to overwhelm me, or I can think about how to slay them, turn them around and make them work for me.
For several years, I battled the lowest of lows. I'm sure many of you wake up and feel like the day is crap and all you want is for it to end. The mindset spoken of in the quote is how I pulled myself out and allowed myself to be a happier human being.
With me, I had this habit of staying in bed after my alarm and wallowing in all the negative things I saw in the day ahead, dwelling on my past mistakes, dreading what the day would bring. I turned it around by making myself leap (yes, an actual leap) to my feet and instantly giving thanks for all the things I had. I focused on one thing I was looking forward to that day and was grateful to have the ability to learn something new. Then, I gave myself "me" time, of one hour, to drink coffee and do something I enjoyed without thinking about anything else. That meant I had to get up an hour before anyone else in my house, but it worked. I wasn't stressed by the time I saw people because I'd started my day for ME.
Now, it's a natural act. I don't even have to think about being grateful; I'm filled with gratitude instantly.
I still carve out my time every morning (no matter what) because I know I need to do that in order to be the best me I can be.
Guess what else? No one gave it to me. I had to take it. With five (small) children at home, being a full-time student (22 hours a semester) that maintained a 4.0 GPA in one of the most difficult programs at my college, being the primary care-giver (also, maintenance man, lawn person, etc...) for my household, and dealing with a ton of medical crap, I still made it happen. You can, too.
Here's my task for you today (if you're not doing this already): Find out what that "thing" is that will start your day off right, and figure out how to make it happen for you. Make it happen each and every morning.
Find your happy. Take it. Choose what kind of day you're going to have.
Do you do any of this? What's your morning thing?
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
Monday, February 5, 2018
How to: Photoshop 101.2
Happy Monday, everyone! Today's post is, once again, about Photoshop. We're looking at the selection tool and all the options therein. Grab your coffee, or tea, and let's get going!
What did you think? Are you getting anything out of the videos?
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
What did you think? Are you getting anything out of the videos?
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
Friday, February 2, 2018
New Release - Savage Beauty
Happy Friday, everyone! Well, today was supposed to be a guest post, but no one sent me anything. Ha! That's okay, though, because there's a fabulous new release by Casey L. Bond I'm able to share with you all instead. Ready? Grab your coffee, or tea, and let's get going!
Title: Savage Beauty
Author: Casey L. Bond
Genre: Fantasy/Fairy Tales
Length: 296 pages
Buy Link: Amazon Kindle
Blurb:
Once upon a time, a beautiful queen was cursed by a dark faery. That curse, inherited by twin princesses, Aura and Luna, binds their lives in the strangest of ways. At an early age, the girls were more than sisters. They were the strongest of allies until a combination of jealousy, anger and dark magic tore their relationship to shreds.
Aura took everything from Luna: her home, her family, and her love by murdering the prince who’d chosen her instead of Aura.
Luna wants revenge, but she’s running out of time. She must sever the magical bond tying her life to Aura’s before their eighteenth birthday or be bound to her forever. In desperation, she seeks help from a dark fae prince, but the price is steep – a piece of her soul.
Fate is a real witch. Luna was willing to give up anything to stop her sister, until Prince Phillip of Grithim, the brother of the only man she’s ever loved, falls into her life. Neither of them can fight their attraction, despite their guilt.
With Aura hell-bent on destroying everything she holds dear, Luna must decide whether she wants revenge or Phillip. She can’t have both, and in the end, this may be a battle both sisters lose.
**Savage Beauty is a fairy tale retelling of Sleeping Beauty... with fae witches.
~~~~~
What do you think? Will you be snagging it?
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
Title: Savage Beauty
Author: Casey L. Bond
Genre: Fantasy/Fairy Tales
Length: 296 pages
Buy Link: Amazon Kindle
Blurb:
Once upon a time, a beautiful queen was cursed by a dark faery. That curse, inherited by twin princesses, Aura and Luna, binds their lives in the strangest of ways. At an early age, the girls were more than sisters. They were the strongest of allies until a combination of jealousy, anger and dark magic tore their relationship to shreds.
Aura took everything from Luna: her home, her family, and her love by murdering the prince who’d chosen her instead of Aura.
Luna wants revenge, but she’s running out of time. She must sever the magical bond tying her life to Aura’s before their eighteenth birthday or be bound to her forever. In desperation, she seeks help from a dark fae prince, but the price is steep – a piece of her soul.
Fate is a real witch. Luna was willing to give up anything to stop her sister, until Prince Phillip of Grithim, the brother of the only man she’s ever loved, falls into her life. Neither of them can fight their attraction, despite their guilt.
With Aura hell-bent on destroying everything she holds dear, Luna must decide whether she wants revenge or Phillip. She can’t have both, and in the end, this may be a battle both sisters lose.
**Savage Beauty is a fairy tale retelling of Sleeping Beauty... with fae witches.
~~~~~
What do you think? Will you be snagging it?
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
Thursday, February 1, 2018
Book Excerpt #2 - Provocation - Pen Pals and Serial Killers - Story Two
Happpppy Thursdaaaaaay, everyone! I'm so freaking pumped! Provocation is now sitting at 40k, and I'm nearing the end of this harrowing tale. You're all going to love this one. Today's excerpt is chapter 2, but I'm changing a bit of the language to make it safe for work, so the actual book won't be quite as tame as this. Not sorry! *grin* I'm gonna start by telling you a little about this chapter, and how it came to be, and then we'll move on to book details and the excerpt! Ready? Grab your coffee, or tea, and let's get going!
Provocation was meant to be written solely from Victoria's POV. When she started thinking about the past, her mother jumped in and wagged her finger at me. "I need my story to be told, too. It's more important than you realize," she said.
Okaaaaay. Yeah. I'm just the writer. These characters own this story, ya know? So, I ditched everything I'd written up to that point and started over, giving dear Jane her voice. Oh, what a voice it turned out to be! I think you're going to love what she made me to do this book. I realize now that it's the only way I could've told this story and have you understand fully.
So, I send a huge round of applause and thanks to Jane Ward for forcing me to give her a voice.
I hope you enjoy! Kindly remember this hasn't been edited yet. Raw! LOL If you missed it, the first excerpt can be found here.
Book details:
Title: Provocation - Pen Pals and Serial Killers - Story Two
Author: Jo Michaels
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Length (guessing): ~ 60k
Release Date: Spring, 2018
Blurb:
Doctor Victoria Ward has been killing men for over thirty years. Her victims all have one thing in common: they’re abusive. Righteousness is a close companion—it helps her sleep at night—and she holds the virtue closely as she defends the innocent, upholding the law when it won’t rise to protect those who need it most. When she meets a young girl named Kelly, and follows her down a twisted path of deception, Doc Ward finds herself face-to-face with a ghost from her past. Never before has she wavered in her resolve—but can she defend another against someone she loves?
~~~
BEGIN EXCERPT
~~~
~~~
END EXCERPT
~~~
What do you think? Excited yet?
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
Provocation was meant to be written solely from Victoria's POV. When she started thinking about the past, her mother jumped in and wagged her finger at me. "I need my story to be told, too. It's more important than you realize," she said.
Okaaaaay. Yeah. I'm just the writer. These characters own this story, ya know? So, I ditched everything I'd written up to that point and started over, giving dear Jane her voice. Oh, what a voice it turned out to be! I think you're going to love what she made me to do this book. I realize now that it's the only way I could've told this story and have you understand fully.
So, I send a huge round of applause and thanks to Jane Ward for forcing me to give her a voice.
I hope you enjoy! Kindly remember this hasn't been edited yet. Raw! LOL If you missed it, the first excerpt can be found here.
Book details:
Title: Provocation - Pen Pals and Serial Killers - Story Two
Author: Jo Michaels
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Length (guessing): ~ 60k
Release Date: Spring, 2018
Blurb:
Doctor Victoria Ward has been killing men for over thirty years. Her victims all have one thing in common: they’re abusive. Righteousness is a close companion—it helps her sleep at night—and she holds the virtue closely as she defends the innocent, upholding the law when it won’t rise to protect those who need it most. When she meets a young girl named Kelly, and follows her down a twisted path of deception, Doc Ward finds herself face-to-face with a ghost from her past. Never before has she wavered in her resolve—but can she defend another against someone she loves?
~~~
BEGIN EXCERPT
~~~
Chapter
2
Jane
“Mommy! Come look!”
Jane stood in the kitchen, her hands covered in flour,
splotches of white dappling her apron, too. She turned and smiled, wincing with
the movement. “Just a second, Vicki. Mommy’s got to clean up first.”
“Hurry, hurry!”
Laughing, she rinsed her hands and followed her daughter out
the door, dishtowel flapping. “What is it, baby?”
Vicki gestured to a huge pile of rocks in the middle of the driveway,
mud oozing down the tower’s sides, twigs sticking out at odd angles. She
planted her small fists on her hips and lifted her chin. “I built a house! Just
like Daddy does!”
Panic blazed through Jane at the speed of a supersonic jet.
If Hank came home and saw… If he had to clean or move… No way could his truck
get past that monstrosity, and it would probably rip the oil pan a new asshole
in the process.
Her daughter’s face fell. “What’s wrong, Mommy?” Tears built
in her eyes. “Don’t you like it?”
Shaking but smiling, Jane lifted her wrist to check the time
as she answered, “I love it, baby.” Shit.
He’ll be home in twenty minutes. No time. “Now, why don’t we get it cleaned
up so Daddy can get up the driveway when he comes home?”
“Noooooooo! I wanna show it to Daddy, too!” Vicki wailed.
As the seconds ticked by, Jane’s heart thudded harder in her
chest. She knelt and looked Vicki in the eyes. “I can’t even tell you how
proud I am of you and how special this beautiful house is to me. Right now,
though, I need you to be a big girl and help Mommy move it so Daddy doesn’t
break his truck by running over it. You built it so big and so strong, not even
his big ole truck could get past it.”
A giggle.
“That’s my girl. Now, could you please go get your brother
and tell him to bring a shovel and wheelbarrow and come help?”
A nod.
“Thank you! Run! Go fast!”
Vicki sped across the yard, pigtails bouncing.
Jane turned to survey the pile and lifted her wrist. Fifteen minutes. There’s no way. Slinging the dishtowel over her shoulder, she
plunged her hands into the mess, throwing the rocks as hard and as far as she
could, praying none of them were found by the bush hog.
A few minutes later, Grant flew around the side of the
house, pushing a wheelbarrow with a shovel in it. When he saw the rock pile, he
asked, “Vicki do this?”
Jane nodded, moisture pooling on her bottom lids.
“Mom, why can’t you just explain it to her?”
“She’s too little to understand, Grant.”
“I’m not a baby!” Victoria yelled. “I’m six!”
Her brother brought his face within an inch of hers. “Then
why do you act like one? Doing things like this!”
“I did
it for Mommy and Daddy!” Her plump cheeks quivered, and tears dripped down to
her chin. Pressing her lips together, chin jutting forward, she stomped to the
rock pile and kicked it.
“It’s
wonderful, Vicki. Calm down. We just have to get it moved before Daddy gets
home, okay?” Jane could feel her patience wearing thin. They needed to get
busy. She checked her watch and cursed silently. Ten minutes. “Okay, let’s get this moved!”
Grant
and Vicki worked on loading the wheelbarrow and spreading rocks over the
driveway while Jane continued to pitch them toward the woods. It was a brutally
hot West Virginia day, and by the time they’d demolished the pile, she was
wringing wet and nearly out of time.
“Okay.
You two go play on the swing set. I’ll call you when supper’s ready. Dump these
by the cellar house, and put the wheelbarrow back for me?”
Both
the children gave her a quick hug, Vicki jumped into the cart on top of the
rocks, and Grant pushed as he ran.
Arm
shaking, Jane glanced at her watch before grabbing the shovel and sprinting
toward the house. Two minutes. She
put the shovel by the door, flew down the hall while stripping off her dress
and apron, and raced to the closet. Dirty clothes went in the hamper, and a new
dress and apron were in place in a moment. In the bathroom, she carefully
patted her face with a cool rag, removed any dirt smudges, and smoothed her
hair.
One minute. Roaring sounds came from the driveway,
forcing her heart rate into the stratosphere. She had to be back in that kitchen when he came in, up to her elbows in
something food related.
“Honey,
I’m home!” Hank sauntered through the door and dropped his tool belt on the
floor before holding his arms open wide.
“How
was your day, dear?” Jane asked as she kissed him on the cheek and let him pull
her in for a hug, careful to keep her flour-covered hands held high.
He
looked down at her and stared, brows pulled together, like he was trying to
work something out.
Fear’s
icy black tendrils snaked around her. He
knows… “Hank?”
A wide
grin broke out on his face, and he tapped her nose. “You have flour all over
you, but you’re so beautiful.”
Jane’s
face got hot as relief flooded her. She smiled and kissed him again. Let him think it’s because he flattered me.
“Somethin’
smells good,” he said.
“It’s a
deer loin. I’ve been roasting it all afternoon.” She moved away from him and
went back to her task.
“What’s
for desert?”
“Blackberry
pie. I’m about to get it in the oven. I know how you like it hot.” No thought
required, her hands skillfully rolled the pie crust out on the counter, flipped
it over the rolling pin, and settled it over the dish.
“I do
love hot pie.”
“Why
don’t you go wash up? Supper will be on the table by the time you get back.”
With a
grunt, he left.
Jane’s
eyes slid closed, and she inhaled and exhaled, relief forcing hot air through
her lips.
By the
time he returned, she had the table set, pie in the oven, the children washed
and seated, and piping hot food ready and waiting to be consumed.
His
eyes flitted to his place, and he frowned.
She
leapt from her chair, apologized, and fixed his glass of whiskey. Stupid! How could you forget? Hands
shaking, causing the ice to clatter on the sides of the glass, she put the
drink down and returned to her seat.
He
picked it up and took a long draw, breathing heavily as the stress of the day
whooshed out.
Everyone
sat in silence and waited. It was several minutes before he spoke.
“Let’s
get this over with.” One meaty paw extended on either side, grasping the hands
of his wife and son, Hank led the prayer. “Amen.”
Jane
filled his plate first then tended the children. Her hands were still shaking.
No way would he let that slip up about the drink go unpunished. Question was:
Would it be sooner or later? As she pondered, she worried for the children,
especially Grant. He’d grown bolder over the previous year, and his last
attempt at intervention damned near put him in the hospital.
They
ate quietly, and Jane refilled Hank’s glass twice during the meal.
An odd
smell infiltrated her nose as she was putting another piece of cornbread on
Grant’s plate. Once again, terror gripped her as she realized what was
happening. She sprang from her chair and ran for the kitchen, jerking the oven
open, grabbing a dishtowel at the same time.
Her
beautiful latticed pie was dark brown on top. Burned. Ruined. She would pay
dearly. That was two mistakes. No amount of rutting would be enough; Hank would
demand flesh.
“Burned
that pie?” His voice floated through the air like an ominous
shadow—threatening, carrying with it the promise of pain.
Tears
carved their way free and raced to her chin. No. She wouldn’t let him see her
like that. That’s what he wanted. Inhaling, she put the pie on the counter,
threw down the dishtowel, wiped her face with the back of her hands, and slunk
back to her chair. “I did. I’m sorry. I just forg—” His forearm collided with
her face, and she fell backward, head slamming against the wood floor. Stars
exploded in her vision.
“Stupid woman! You can’t even bake a freaking pie! What good are you?”
Instantly,
Vicki starting crying.
“Go to
your rooms!” He roared.
Both
children fled.
Only
Vicki paused at the doorway, looking back at her mother with wide, sad eyes
full of tears. Then the child scurried away.
Each
time Hank’s fist or foot collided with Jane’s body, she gasped. Insults fell on
deaf ears, and she still held in tears she refused to let him see.
Finally,
after he’d worked his rage out on her already tender frame once again, he
collapsed on the couch. “Why do you make me do this? Why can’t you get it
right? Just once.”
“I’m
sorry, Hank.” Her voice sounded tinny and disconnected, far away and hollow.
Nearly unrecognizable to her own ears.
“Yes.
Yes, you are. You’re one sorry piece of crap. But I love you. I don’t wanna
have to beat you to make you do right.” He stood up and walked toward the
bedroom. “Clean this craphole up. When you’re done, come and tend to your husband’s
needs.”
Vibrations
from his feet striking the floor radiated through her brain. She couldn’t move.
She couldn’t think. She could only be.
I am nothing.
Vicki’s
door was partially open, and one eye could be seen through the sliver of a
crack.
A single tear slipped down Jane’s face. ~~~
END EXCERPT
~~~
What do you think? Excited yet?
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Author Life ABC's - B
Happy Wednesday! Today marks the halfway point of the week! Who's excited? I know I am. Tomorrow, you get yet another excerpt from Provocation, which is sitting at 36k words at the moment with around 15k to go. Keep your eyeballs peeled for that. I can't wait for release day. EEK! Anywho, for today, we're back on the ABC's of author life. Ready for letter B? I know you are. Grab your coffee, or tea, and let's get going!
My chosen word to go with letter B is Break.
Why? Because I see so many authors with this on their horizon. Every year, too many of us break apart and quit. Those authors reach the point where they don't see why they're doing what they are. They throw in the towel and walk away.
So many more sit and stare at their computer screens or that blank piece of paper and wonder why they're bothering to do what they do. They're nearing the point where they'll break and quit. Of course, several of them reevaluate and push forward, slamming the keys day and night in a continuous loop, charging toward that pot of gold they see at the end of the rainbow.
And still others remember why they started writing in the first place.
If an author sets out to make a million dollars, thinking this is the way they'll make an astronomical amount of money for living, most will end up quitting within a few years. After all, "the big break" only happens to about 2% of writers. Several authors make a decent living, and they're happy with that, but they fall in a rough 5% category, so those aren't the folks I'm talking about here.
Like I said in last week's Author Life ABC's post, you first have to define what success is for you. That's the starting point, and then you gotta run with it. Be realistic, and post it somewhere you can see it every day.
Why did you start?
Many of us became authors because we're addicted to the written word. We have to write. It's what makes our blood move through our veins and what drives us out of bed each day. Even if we never sell a single book, we're in it for the words.
If that's why you started, you should never have a near break day. You're doing what you love, and no matter what, you'll find a way to do it. Putting the words on the page is what it's about. That, in and of itself, is satisfying as hell.
I always say, "I write because I must, and I design because I can."
I'm not sure who said that, but damn, how true is it?
What do you think? Have you ever hit the point where you thought you might break and quit? How did you come out of it?
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
My chosen word to go with letter B is Break.
Why? Because I see so many authors with this on their horizon. Every year, too many of us break apart and quit. Those authors reach the point where they don't see why they're doing what they are. They throw in the towel and walk away.
So many more sit and stare at their computer screens or that blank piece of paper and wonder why they're bothering to do what they do. They're nearing the point where they'll break and quit. Of course, several of them reevaluate and push forward, slamming the keys day and night in a continuous loop, charging toward that pot of gold they see at the end of the rainbow.
And still others remember why they started writing in the first place.
If an author sets out to make a million dollars, thinking this is the way they'll make an astronomical amount of money for living, most will end up quitting within a few years. After all, "the big break" only happens to about 2% of writers. Several authors make a decent living, and they're happy with that, but they fall in a rough 5% category, so those aren't the folks I'm talking about here.
Like I said in last week's Author Life ABC's post, you first have to define what success is for you. That's the starting point, and then you gotta run with it. Be realistic, and post it somewhere you can see it every day.
Why did you start?
Many of us became authors because we're addicted to the written word. We have to write. It's what makes our blood move through our veins and what drives us out of bed each day. Even if we never sell a single book, we're in it for the words.
If that's why you started, you should never have a near break day. You're doing what you love, and no matter what, you'll find a way to do it. Putting the words on the page is what it's about. That, in and of itself, is satisfying as hell.
I always say, "I write because I must, and I design because I can."
If it's important to you, you'll find a way;
if not, you'll find an excuse.
I'm not sure who said that, but damn, how true is it?
What do you think? Have you ever hit the point where you thought you might break and quit? How did you come out of it?
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)