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Well, this is a short, quick post that I am writing again.

Good news is that I will probably get back to my blog story.

Bad news is that it might not be until after May 1st when my deadline for the M/M Romance Group Don’t Read in the Closet Even on Goodreads.com called Love is an Open Road will be submitted.  Well, I might be a little late in submitting since I have vacation planned for the end of April/beginning of May.  We’ll see. 🙂

So, if you don’t see me around except for Blog Tours and the like, you know why.

I told you it was short.

Eloreen

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Welcome to Day Eleven of the Alpha Rockstar Blog Tour.

Thank you BitNTour for having Moonbeams over Atlanta as a stop.

Welcome Emma Rose!

Why I decided To Write Alpha Rockstar

I decided to write Alpha Rockstar when I was going through a rough patch in my life. Within a two month timespan, I suffered the loss of a very close family member, experienced a house fire, moved to a new house across my state, my car broke down, I was extra tight on money because of all the unexpected expenses, and I wasn’t able to work the amount of hours that I needed in order to make some deadlines for my books. It was definitely one of the lower points in my life and I was left questioning whether or not I had made the right decision going into writing full-time. I just sort of felt…numb…after wave after wave of bad news hit me. I needed to do something to get out of that place in my life.

It was hard to pull myself out of that numbness and once the dust settled a little bit, I realized that I needed to explore some of these feelings through the characters of Penelope and Marcus. Writing has been my outlet from the very beginning, so it’s sort of my go-to for getting my chaotic thoughts out into something coherent. At the core of Alpha Rockstar is a story about a woman who is struggling to act on her passion. She’s a photographer for a small-time newspaper with aspirations to follow a rock band from relative obscurity to stardom. This sort of mirrors my doubts at the time about my own career as a writer. Though the self-publishing movement has definitely opened things up for new writers, there’s definitely still a very established system that works in favor of those working within the traditional model. The situation is very similar for Penelope. She’s pursued her passion in life, but up until the events of Alpha Rockstar, she has gained very little traction for major exposure.

Added to that are her personal chains that hold her in place. She may be pursuing her passion, but she discovers that she hasn’t been fully committed to it out of fear of treading new water. What if she isn’t good enough? What if it all fails and she’s left without any money or a place to live? These are very real possibilities that she faces when making her decision to follow Marcus’ band. These possibilities are also exactly the sorts of doubts that had been hitting me pretty heavily during my low point. My book sales had been on a downward trend because of several factors, some in my control and some not, and that led me to question whether pushing forward was something that would lead to continued success or would it put me out on the street.

The real push to write Alpha Rockstar, is to describe the chemistry of the relationship between Penelope and Marcus, the band’s leader. He’s experienced a traumatic past which has made him very closed off to meaningful relationships. When he meets Penelope, her passion makes him excited about life for the first time in years and he slowly begins to discover the missing element from his own life. If you’re familiar with my work, I love showing how relationships have the power to bring our secret flaws to the surface and to heal them. It’s a very cathartic process for me as a writer and a reader and I hope it speaks to other readers as well.

With that said, feel free to check out Alpha Rockstar! It’s a novella trilogy that tells the full love story of two passionate people as they journey through themes of love, loss, hope, and redemption.

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ALPHA ROCKSTAR by Emma Rose

Genre: Adult Romance

Pages: 47 (part of a trilogy)

 

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She’s reaching for a lifelong dream.

Penelope has made a living taking concert photos for the newspaper entertainment section, but her dreams are much bigger. She dreams of getting close with a rock and roll band and taking pictures of everything, immersing herself in the rock and roll lifestyle.

He’s searching for a life beyond the stage.

She gets her chance when a band on tour invites her to join them for a few weeks, but Penelope has reservations…is she being invited along because they want a photographer, or because Marcus, the quiet but attractive lead singer, wants to sleep with her? And what would she say if he tried?

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Alpha Rockstar Book Two

 

She’s taking a chance.

Penelope is on tour with the metal band, Attack Ships on Fire, as the band’s photographer. For the first time in her life, she’s living her dream…But she never expected to fall for Marcus, the band’s lead singer. She doesn’t want to be seen as a groupie there for the band’s pleasure, but maintaining a professional distance with Marcus is nearly impossible with his magnetic personality and killer looks. But is she just a sexual object to him? Or does he want more?

He’s looking for an escape.

As the lead singer and manager for his band, Marcus is constantly inundated with the difficulties of the rock lifestyle, living on the road, and projecting a mask of pure energy representative of his persona within the band. That all changed when he met Penelope, the first genuine person he’s come across in a long time. And though he wishes for her to be treated professionally as the band’s photographer, he can’t resist her curvy figure and witty personality. Can he afford to take off his mask and let her see the person he really is?

 

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Alpha Rockstar Book Three

 

Penelope can sense genuine love developing between her and Marcus, but even as things heat up, there is a coldness on his part, a distance. He won’t speak of his past, and he won’t make plans for the future—unless it’s for his band.

What is going to happen when the tour ends? He lives in L.A. and she lives in Seattle. Will she convince him to plan a future together, or will she be just another casualty of the rock and roll lifestyle?

As strong as her feelings might be, there is only so far that a girl can be pushed…

 

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Emma Rose is quickly rising as a new author with a lot to offer. She specializes in the steamy romance genre with popular series THE BILLIONAIRE’S PROPOSAL, TAKING STAGE, THREE, and STRIPPED. She self-published her first book in 2011 and has since risen to a Top 100 author in Amazon’s Erotica category, among others. Part of her quick rise can be attributed to her small, but growing, group of fans who promote her work and offer her feedback as Beta Readers, an offer she extends to potential fans at the end of each of her works. Interested fans can apply to her beta reader program and receive one of her works for free through her website: http://emmaroseromance.com/beta/

 

Rose says she is from ‘lots of places,’ having lived in various parts of the United States, New Zealand, Italy, and the United Kingdom. Below, Rose details how she became a writer (from her website):

One question that I’m frequently asked is how did I get into writing?

 

Looking back, it’s hard to believe just how much has changed in the past few years. I never gave serious thought to being a full-time writer and chalked it up as just another unattainable ‘dream job’ right along with being an astronaut or a professional underwater basket weaver.

I started writing creatively at a very young age…somewhere around age eleven or twelve. These early writings were nothing I’d ever share publicly (because, frankly, they are quite horrible!). However, it was the beginning of what I like to refer to as the “itch.”

Just what is the itch? It starts out as a very dull, barely noticeable tickling in the back my head and is usually sparked when I ask myself “What if…” It is here that the itch grows a little stronger and is harder to resist. My fingers begin to twitch in anticipation at the prospect of taking the idea that’s been bouncing around in my head and putting it into something coherent…making it able to be experienced by others.

While I never pursued writing in a serious manner, the ‘itch’ remained with me through to adulthood. In college, I had just enough space to squeeze in a creative writing class even though there was no benefit to my degree to do so (I blame it on the ‘itch!’).

And wow…For the first time in my life I had an excuse to use creative writing as an outlet again. Somewhere along the way I had fallen into the rut of settling for the practical and this one decision had me excited about life again.

Sadly, the creative writing class ended and I went back to completing my degree. After college, finding a steady job, even one that paid peanuts, was a difficult prospect. My diet consisted of peanut butter sandwiches and ramen noodles.

On a late-night whim, I decided to join Amazon’s self-publishing platform and submitted some of my creative writing pieces from college. These went on to be available for purchase in Amazon’s Kindle store. I promptly forgot completely about it until one day, about three months later, I received a check in the mail from Amazon.

Now it wasn’t that much, mind you, but when I realized that the money Amazon had sent me came from people who had purchased my work, I was ecstatic! In the little time I had off between my three part-time jobs, I wrote. And wrote. And wrote some more.

Over the course of about six months, my self-published works went from earning me a meal out every month to making more than all of my other jobs combined. It was then that I decided to make the leap to writing full-time.

This was a very big deal for me, because as I mentioned at the beginning of this post, being a writer just didn’t seem like a reachable thing…It seemed so absurd (and still does) that I have moments where I sit back and think about just how amazing this journey has been.

Sure, there have been ups and downs, but I am forever grateful to my fans who continue to support my writing. It’s because of them (and you, too, since you’re reading this post) that I can continue to scratch my ‘itch’ and create new stories for you to explore.

 

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Work and family had been taking up time. I’ll post a new installment within the week. I hope.

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My Favorite Second Chance by Author Rue!
Be on the lookout for a review from yours truly for this second book in The Lake Effect Series.  To see my review for the first book, click here.
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My Favorite Second Chance –  The Lake Effect Series # 2
by Author – Rue

 

Audience: NA and Adult – Genre: Romance/Contemporary; LGBT – Formats: E-book and Paperback – Publisher: Sittin’ On A Goldmine Productions – Cover by : Regina Wamba, Mae I Design Editor : Jazmine Hale – Pages : 328 pages – ISBN-13: 978-0-9860627-3-5 (Paperback) – ISBN-13: 978-0-9860627-2-8 (eBook) –Date Published – 10 March 2015
Have you ever wished for a second chance?
The Hutchinson sisters are out of the frying pan and into the fire—just like their mother always threatened!
Gwenn is floating in the dreamy, fragile glow of her new relationship with wealthy artist, Daniel Gregory, when a blast from her past makes a triumphant return. Sure he ran out on her over a decade ago, but can she turn her back on a war hero?
Rachel is on the brink of having everything she ever dreamed of, but that’s not how things work out for Hutchinson girls. Her rock-star girlfriend is leaving for a lengthy tour and something is afoot at the bakery. The righteous hand of her mother, Shirley, can orchestrate tribulations from halfway across town.
The sisters think they can run away from their troubles on a quick trip to the heart of Mexico, when an unexpected phone call shatters that illusion.
Filled with intriguing characters, plenty of steamy romance and lovely plots twists, MY FAVORITE SECOND CHANCE will have you flushed with anticipation, blinking back tears, laughing out loud and cheering for your favorite characters.
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Rue graduated from Pepperdine University in Malibu, California, with a degree in Journalism. Her intimate knowledge of the Midwestern United States, the inordinate amount of time she spent in its churches’ pews and her unique parentage make her an expert on life after religion. Having moved 17 times by the time she graduated from high school Rue has seen more than her share of the Great Plains. She never stayed in one place long enough to make lasting human friends. Her best friends were all characters from her beloved books; and the love of reading led to a lifelong passion for writing.

 

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Well…I planned to have another installment of Elf Magic ready for today.

Didn’t quite pan out. 😉

Instead, I scheduled a few posts, updated my nook, rummaged around Facebook, grabbed another book to review, updated stuff on Goodreads (see Charon’s Dilemma, my free read I published with Goodreads MM Romance Group), and posted a review on my blog.  There’s also work, backing up my personal computer because I’ve read about the horror stories on Faceback with losing your WIPs and writings.  I’m in IT, so I know better anyway.  Luckily, Dropbox or Google Drive is your friend. Evernote too. And, multiple redundant backup solutions. 🙂

I will have to see if I can post another installment this weekend.  However, being on call for work will either prevent or promote this endeavor. *grin*

Now, I’m going to be really geeky and play a computer game…

 

Eloreen

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So, I managed to write some.  Just a little while ago. 🙂 Maybe I’ll get it done BEFORE the post date next week.  We’ll see.

It’s not very long but I hope that the Muses will come out and play with me more later and I get a longer piece in. As always, it is unedited and may have grammar and spelling mistakes.

 

Aeona sat at her vanity and saw the change come over her in a slow wave. She yelped loud enough that her lady in waiting, since all Royal daughters had them, ran in asking what is wrong.
“Lady Aeona, what’s the matter? What’s wrong?” Her short, dearly loved, servant Iona stopped breathless beside her.
“I-I-“ Aeona stuttered as she saw the changes in the mirror, her face and body morphing as she sat there in her night clothes. She could feel herself become more masculine: sharper cheekbones, a little more square around the face, and…her breasts reducing to a man’s pectorals. She had actually seen those once when she was near the local watering hole while one of the house servants bathed in the water. She had received an education that included biology of both sexes, but this seemed strange even for her.
Iona looked at the mirror, then at Aeona, questioning in her eyes.
“What do you see, dearie? You look just fine.”
“Iona…I see myself changing to a masculine form,” Aeona replied hesitantly, wondering if she was losing her mind like her father. No. He was still sane, just grief stricken. He couldn’t be anything else. She had to be strong for both of them.
“I don’t understand, my dear,” Iona now looked confused. “You look just as you did this morning…”
Aeona stood up abruptly, pain searing through her. She convulsed and fell to the flow barely avoiding hitting here head against the chair on the way down. Iona made a cry of surprise and anguish of her own and went to her only to see her disappear before she could reach her.
“Oh…Oh…Magic is afoot. Sire is not going to like this.” Iona picked up her skirts, turned around and ran back through the door yelling for anyone to let her know where His Majesty to report that Aeona, his beloved daughter, was missing with magic.

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Aeona woke up slowly, pain receding but lingering as she took stock in her figure. Her night gown was a little rumpled but covered her, she thought. Although, it was a little snug this time. The body she had lived with for 25 years…that was a different matter.
Her coppery hair, the same length as before, appeared on soft bed she found herself on, along with the copper-tinged skin she remembered from when she was young. Memories she showing her in a different state started to intrude but she held them off while she finished taking stock of her body. Instead of a small chest with pert boobs that she always hoped that would group larger and never did, were gone. Instead she had a broader chest with similarly small pectorals, slim hips were she had wider hips before… and more.
“Oh my,” Aeona started at the slightly deeper voice as she stared at the junction of her thighs. Instead of folds and her pleasure button, she had a long and thin penis with balls that hung lower than she was used to seeing. Granted, she had not seen a lot of men’s genitals but there were paintings, mirrors, and magic means of gathering information. She giggled a bit, then frowned when it didn’t sound quite right. She looked around the room, noticing the tasteful decorations, dresser, nightstands, and other furniture for an unfamiliar guest room but nothing to tell her where she was or what had happened that she was no longer in her room in the Royal castle.  Other than the slight headache, the pain receded enough that she thought she would be fine in a few minutes.

 

Well, as fine as she could be with a gender she wasn’t used to. A niggling sensation gave her pause like she was supposed to know more than she did.
“What is going on?” Aeona asked herself not expecting an answer since she did not see anyone in the room upon waking.
“Hello, Aeon, my son,” a deep voice boomed next to her.
The voice scared her so bad she felt herself against the wall with no knowledge of how she got there. Then she looked down and realized she was hovering over the bed against the wall. Levitating. She squeaked again, although that sound not coming out right and fell to the bed again, her back against the headboard, trembling and valiantly trying to pull herself together. Too many shocks do not make an Aeona happy. Then she caught up with what the deep voice said, “Aeon? Son? But… my name is Aeona and I’m…” Aeona suddenly stopped as the memories she had held back previously suddenly flooded her consciousness.

 

She remembered playing with children in all shapes and sizes and with adults who were tall, willowy, and had pointed ears. Absently, she reached up to feel her ears and felt a point that wasn’t there before. Memories continues to reveal a childhood of playing but not as a girl, but as a boy. Same coppery hair and skin, but with all of the bits she found herself with now, just on a smaller scale.  Then she felt a presence within her mind, soothing, helping her understand everything. Joy. Sorrow. Love.

 

“Father?” Aeona, and she guessed she would have to call herself  “he” now, but she would think about that later once she had her questions answered. “How…who? I still don’t understand.” She looked at the tall man in front, who had cradle her to his chest dressed in royal elf colors of green, brown and gold. Elves, she was in the presence of an Elf.  And not just any elf, but Elvan himself.  King of the Elvanwood elf kingdom that bordered along Lothohammer. He had long white hair, pointed ears of the elf race, and violet eyes.  Just like her own.

 

“Once your mother had passed your gaes was lifted. It was supposed to return slowly to get you used to the new information, but that didn’t happened. When the magic returned it, it returned with a vengeance and your magic must have brought you here to your old room as a safety net.
“I have magic,’ Aeona stated.
“You are magic, my son,” King Elvan smiled.

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AFTERLIFE OF ALANNA MILLER

(Book Three in the Nightmares Trilogy)

By Demelza Carlton

 

Genre: Mystery Thriller

 

 

Synopsis:

 

Five years ago, Nathan’s world came crashing down. The witness protection program stole the woman he loved and now he’s lost everything – including hope that she’s still alive. His security job is a daily reminder of the girl he failed to protect, dragging him deeper into despair.
Forced to assume the identity of a dead girl, Caitlin struggles to rise from the ruins of the life she lost. A career change summons her home, but Perth isn’t the safe haven it seems. Someone is hunting her – one of her kidnappers, a long-lost relative or another terrorist with an axe to grind?
When nightmares from their past threaten to engulf Nathan and Caitlin, can a broken hero and a girl living another woman’s afterlife finally fight their way free?

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“Seriously, what the hell is this, mate?”

Navid swallowed his huge mouthful of pie. “What do you mean?”

“This!” I shook the letter at him. “Is ASIO trying to buy my silence or what?”

Navid took the letter, held it at arm’s length and squinted at it. Looked like he needed reading glasses. Was he really getting that old? He passed the paper back to me. “It’s not a bad sum for not telling a story you’re not going to talk about anyway. I’d take it and book a nice holiday with it, if I were single like you. You could spend a month touring in the US or Europe for that, including flights.”

“But I can’t take a holiday if you need me as a witness in the inquiry. Have they finally set a date yet? It’s weird, getting offered money for silence before the hearings. Is this because there’ll be press coverage on the inquiry into that bastard Mott? And they want to make sure we won’t talk to the press?”

Navid stared at something in the distance. “No, no one’s set a date for the inquiry.”

“So why now?” I persisted. “Why are they throwing money at me? It’s Caitlin they have to worry about, and this is nowhere near as much money as the TV stations or magazines offer. I don’t see her agreeing to take ten grand to keep quiet. Not when she can get a hundred times that for an exclusive.”

Navid coughed. “I think they’ll be offering her a lot more than that. After all, she’s the one who almost died.”

“So it’s not just hush money? It’s compensation for damages suffered and…all the other shit it says in the letter? What about my sister? What about Alanna? Did she get a posthumous payout, too? And a hypocritical letter saying the department deeply regrets her kidnapping, rape, torture and death, but here’s some money to make it feel better? Shit, if Caitlin’s letter says that, expect fireworks.” My heart ached at just the sound of her name. I’d give anything to see her explode. I’d know she was alive and okay, wherever she was.

He lowered his voice. “If they can find her. There’s a rumour in the department that all the documents in her file are gone. Papers, digital, recordings of statements…everything, just gone. And the details of her witness protection arrangements, too, so that means she’s disappeared.”

I stared at him in shock, silence money forgotten. “You don’t know where she is? She could be dead or hurt or God knows what! You have to find her! She’ll need to give evidence at the inquiry, too. I mean, she nearly died because of him.” And I’d get to see her if she came for the inquiry, even if I had to camp outside the building. I’d know she was alive and okay, even if only for a moment. “Ask him where she is. He’ll know.”

“She was never going to be part of the inquiry. She didn’t have any contact with him beforehand and her statements will be enough, or they would have been, if we could find them. Now, I don’t even know if there’ll be an inquiry at all.” He sighed and lobbed his empty pie bag into the nearest bin.

I stopped dead. “What do you mean, no inquiry? I get paid off to shut up while that dickhead gets off scot-free? Fuck that.”

Navid sighed. “The justice system isn’t geared toward punishing dead people.”

“Yeah, which leaves Mott, seeing as everyone else is dead. Wait, hang on…are you saying he’s dead, too?” My mouth hung open. “Who killed him? Whoever did it’s a legend and I owe him a carton of beer. I’ve wanted to do it for years!”

Navid coughed out a laugh. “Then you owe Mott a carton of beer, because the official report says he killed himself. With an ornamental dagger, no less. Bit melodramatic, if you ask me.”

I found myself shaking my head. “That can’t be right. Mott was a mean bastard. He’d never do the world a favour and off himself. And if he did, he’d take people with him, or at least set someone up for his murder, so he could laugh all the way to hell. Who do you suspect?”

Navid shrugged. “Well, how many people hated him? It could be anyone.”

Caitlin was good with a knife, I thought idly, not willing to believe it was her. If anyone deserved to be on the point of her blade, it was him. His negligence…his indifference to what she might suffer had almost gotten her killed.

“Look, I got to get back to work. They’ve got Michael and me looking for her. One girl in twenty million people, if she’s even still in the country. The guys in Canberra want this whole affair over and done with as quickly as possible, so we got pulled off other projects to look for a girl who doesn’t want to be found.” He laughed, but sobered quickly. “Hey, she never mentioned anything to you, did she? About where she was headed, or the new name she’d be using? I remember the day Mott told her about the arrangements. She was really pissed off about them. Wish I’d asked her then.”

I shook my head. “If she’d told me anything, I’d have given in and started hunting for her long before now. I’d change my name and go into hiding, too, if I had to.” His words started to sink in. “Hang on. She never met Mott. He visited her in hospital when she was unconscious, but never afterwards. I’d never have let that bastard anywhere near her!”

He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “She spoke to me privately when you weren’t around, requesting a meeting with your superior. I made the arrangements and I drove her to the office and home again for both meetings. She spotted some inconsistencies in what he said, and told me she suspected he was corrupt. I dismissed it at first, figuring she was just a teenage kid with on overactive imagination, but some of the things she said rang some pretty loud alarm bells. Then I started to see him make mistakes, too. It took me four years to get enough evidence together to warrant an enquiry, and now he’s dead, so we’ll never know why he did it, or what else he knew.” He laughed quietly. “I wonder if she knew. I’d love to ask her now.”

I hesitated, then ploughed ahead anyway. “If you find her, can you tell me? I just want to know that she’s okay. It’s killing me, not knowing.”

He shook his head and wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Nathan, you know I can’t do that. She’s in witness protection for a reason, even if the official five years are up and she can let up on the secrecy now. She’s not the sort to go splashing her photo on every social media channel she can find just because she can.” He inhaled sharply, considering. “I’ll tell you what. If we do find her and I get a chance to speak to her, I’ll tell her that you wanted to know she was okay, and that you’d love to talk to her, but only if that’s what she wants. It’s not like you offered to go into hiding with her.”

“I would have if she’d asked me, or even wanted me,” I whispered, more to myself than to him.


 

NIGHTMARES

BOOK ONE

Nightmares Of Caitlyn Lockyer

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Six months ago, Nathan’s sister was brutally murdered.
Now the former playboy desires only one thing: revenge.
Late at night, Nathan trudges down the beach where his sister’s body was found. He’s searching for answers, but all he finds is a new nightmare: another girl’s tortured body.
Only this one isn’t dead . . . yet.
The unlikely hero becomes the prime suspect. Saving Caitlin’s life was just the start. Nathan must win her trust and unlock the memories hidden in her nightmares to find out who’s really responsible . . .before it’s too late.

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BOOK TWO

Necessary Evil Of Nathan Miller

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“And now in breaking news, Caitlin Lockyer has been found. In the early hours of this morning, a man discovered her body dumped on a south-west beach. A police spokesperson would not confirm whether the girl known as the Absent Angel is alive or dead…”
Caitlin wakes in hospital, her damaged body telling a brutal story of torture, kidnap and rape that she will never forget. Her only lifeline is Nathan, the mysterious man who saved her life and promised to protect her. But Nathan is a broken man, hounded by his own demons and secrets he can’t bear to tell.
Burning for retribution, Caitlin will stop at nothing to get her life back. Can she trust Nathan to help her – or will his past destroy them both?

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Demelza Carlton has always loved the ocean, but on her first snorkelling trip she found she was afraid of fish.
She has since swum with sea lions, sharks and sea cucumbers and stood on spray-drenched cliffs over a seething sea as a seven-metre cyclonic swell surged in, shattering a shipwreck below.
Sensationalist spin? No – Demelza tends to take a camera with her so she can capture and share the moment later; shipwrecks, sharks and all.
Demelza now lives in Perth, Western Australia, the shark attack capital of the world.
The Ocean’s Gift series was her first foray into fiction, followed by the Nightmares trilogy. She swears the Mel Goes to Hell series ambushed her on a crowded train and wouldn’t leave her alone.
The suggested reading order for each series is as follows:

 

Turbulence and Triumph series:

Ocean’s Justice
Ocean’s Trial
Ocean’s Triumph

 

Ocean’s Gift series:

Ocean’s Gift
Ocean’s Infiltrator
Water and Fire
Ocean’s Depths (to be released in 2015)

 

Nightmares Trilogy:

Nightmares of Caitlin Lockyer
Necessary Evil of Nathan Miller
Afterlife of Alanna Miller (to be released 15 January 2015)

 

Mel Goes to Hell series:

Welcome to Hell
See You in Hell
Mel Goes to Hell
To Hell and Back (to be released on 1 February 2015)
The Holiday From Hell (to be released on 26 March 2015)
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4 Star Review of “It’s Not My Favorite” (The Lake Effect 01) by Rue @ItsNotMyFavorit

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This is the first review for Moonbeams over Atlanta for 2015! Welcome everyone. I’m going to attempt to review more, write more, and blog more.  Just more. 🙂 Life is settling again, I have a job, and the urge to write is increasing.  Started a blog story on my blog, so we’ll see if the creative juices get flowing.  Check out the first part of my story, Elf Magic, that I will be posting once a week (sorta) until I finish it. You can find all of the parts under Writings | Elf Magic from the blog’s home page. 🙂

And now…

The Review:

Rue provided me the story for an honest review last year when I was having all the crazy in Real Life™ issues last year.  I’m just now getting this posted. Thank you for the opportunity. I really liked it.

4 Stars

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Rue is a new author for me and only recently have I gotten into Lesbian (FF) stories.  I enjoy reading just about anything.  There are a few genres I can’t do but reading the GBLTQ spectrum, including mainstream MF, is my favorite.  This one has multiple loves and that is how it should be. We all want love and this tale provides in spades.

“It’s Not My Favorite” is a story of two sisters, one lesbian and one heterosexual.  The point of view changes between them so you are getting both of their stories as they interact.  I like changing points of view, but not everyone does.  In this case, Rue weaves the story so well that you really don’t notice that you are changing.  There are certain places that it was a little abrupt, but it couldn’t be helped.  It made you think.  It made you cry. It made you laugh. It made you want to reach into the book and throttle their mother.  Realistic descriptions of living in a contemporary setting is the backdrop to extreme emotions, self discovery for both sisters, and travel to overseas locale.  The detail is amazing and the story makes you contemplate your own life.  I appreciate my life after reading this book since some of the detail rings too much like truth to not be based on parts of the writer’s life.  It resonates with you well past when you put the book down.

Cheers to you, Rue.  I give It’s Not My Favorite 4 stars.  I eagerly await the new one in the series as I know that I won’t be disappointed.  Stay tuned for a review on book two of the Lake Effect series!

Eloreen Moon

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Blurb:

The Hutchinson sisters grew up under the piercing, pious stare of a preacher’s wife. Plagued by her ever-disappointed refrain, “Well, it’s not my favorite.” Their search to find their own way in the world has not been a screaming success.
Gwenn is a good girl, a responsible girl… a miserable girl. Her steady diet of vivid fantasies is the only part of her life she enjoys. She daydreams of new parents, a more exciting job and an actual love life. She struggles to run a business as The Organizer, while she stacks relationship carcasses in the closet of her own completely unorganized life. Her only real friend is her younger sister, Rachel.

Rachel is outgoing, risqué and happily gay. The only people who don’t know this little secret are her judgmental parents, Pastor Ed and Shirley. Rachel struggles mightily to dodge her mother’s constant attempts to set her up with “nice Christian boys”; while holding down a job at the bakery and keeping up with her rock-star girlfriend!
Gwenn uncovers a photo that brings her imaginary world careening into reality. She’s forced to ask herself if wealthy artist, Daniel Gregory is the answer she’s been seeking or a grand delusion.

Break-ups, meltdowns, family secrets, wild nights and finally a journey of self-discovery to exotic New Zealand keep Gwenn and Rachel stumbling toward independence.

So grab your parka and join the Hutchinson girls, as they experience the Lake Effect in Duluth, Minnesota!

About Rue:

About Rue:

Rue developed a wicked sense of humor in order to survive the many heavens and vast hells of childhood. Her intimate knowledge of the Midwest, the inordinate amount of time she spent in its churches’ pews and her unique parentage make her an expert on life after religion. Having moved 17 times by the time she graduated from high school Rue has seen more than her share of the Great Plains. Her parents frequented the hallowed halls of a variety of Christian churches and Rue had the opportunity to deconstruct religion, and the religious, from the inside out. She never stayed in one place long enough to make human friends. Her best friends were all characters from her beloved books; and the love of reading led to a lifelong passion for writing.

You should see the shots that didn't make the cut! ;-) Photo by Michele Bradley - who actually did an amazing job with a VERY difficult subject.

Rue wrote her first manifesto at age three; a letter begging her grandfather to stop smoking; to the small pink piece of stationary, she taped two dimes and a nickel—his reward for quitting. The entreaty was successful and the power of the pen was instilled in her soul. Throughout her life she has written unceasingly, journals, poems, short stories, screenplays and articles for newspaper and magazine. Her love of ink led her to pursue a B.A. in Journalism from Pepperdine University in California. She also suffers from a slight obsession with office supplies—mostly pens and fine paper.

Rue plans to write until she can no longer hold a pen, press down keys or speak to dictation software; the plan is to die writing, at the ripe old age of 120. She has already amassed two lifetimes of experience. Rue has been working for more than 30 years and has done everything from make dirt to direct an independent film school. The number of characters that can be scooped out of the detritus is staggering.

The pen is truly mightier than the sword.

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Oops! My bad

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I know I said I was going to post a new installment of Elf Magic last Friday, but…obviously, that didn’t happen. 🙂

 

Sorry about that.

 

It’s been a crazy week between work, family, and not feeling the story. *sigh*

It happens.  Every author gets ‘writer’s block’ at least once in their career.  I’m no different. Hopefully, some inspiration will come my way and I’ll try for this Friday.

 

Thanks for following.

 

Signing off.

 

Eloreen

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