Monday, May 22, 2017

Dive Into Epic Greatness! Fantasy Fiction like no other for just #99cents! @LucyBison #ASMSG #RPBP

When was the last time you experienced an epic fantasy? 
One that would stay with you for a long time coming? 
One that leaves you wanting more? 
Well, I have just the book series for you! 
The Complications Of Being Lucy 
by 
local talent and author Gus Kenney!
Today I'm going to share with you an excerpt from each of the three novels in this series. There are three of them. Well, two that are currently available and one that is due to release in July of this year.
I am super excited to share this with you today as I love this series!
Up first is The Changeling And The Cupboard: Book One

As It Is
My name is Lucy Bison. It’s pronounced Bay-soon, not like the lumbering animal. It is not an easy name to grow up with. Noncreative people call you a cow, which is probably why I force myself to stay so skinny. That and a grandmother who pokes my stomach and proclaims how fat I am getting. That was when I was six. I am presently nine years old exactly which makes it my birthday. I know I could be like most kids and be spending my morning running around playing with children my own age in preparation of some big slumber party celebration. But I am not like most kids, thank you very much. Plus, I live with my uncle and he would never stand for such things.
His name, my uncle, is Mortimer Claus. Uncle Mort is the most he will tolerate for informal address (his words, not mine). He might sound strict which is fair because he is. The rules were laid down the first day I came to live with him when I was, well, too young to remember. They have remained unchanged and, wisely, on my part unbroken.
1. I will wake up promptly in the morning at six and consume a meal that meets the nutritional requirements for someone of my age and height as outlined by governmental guidelines.
2. I will attend school every scheduled day, unless deemed physically unwell and obey every rule laid down by the administration and staff.
3. I will return briskly home at the end of school and immediately locate myself to the dining room table, unless it is already in use and then an alternative location will be designated, for the completion of all homework.
4. Dinner will be served at seven. After its completion I will clean myself, brush my teeth, and lay out my clothing for the next day.
5. I will place myself in bed at nine. Lights out.
6. I will never go into the park.
Now the last one there may sound a little strange, but we do live next door to a large park. One of those big conservation preserve ones that was all trees and no camping. I never asked Uncle Mort why he had that rule, but I never broke it either. Not until I met Frankie Friday.

The Intruder
“Whose brother are you?” I asked Uncle Mort while he was cutting vegetables for dinner at a speed I thought only possible in cartoons.
“Your parents.” Uncle Mort answered in his thick German accent, his S's coming out like a hard Z, making quick work of an onion before a tear could reach any eye.
“I know, but my mom’s side or my dad’s?” I tried again.
“Yes.” Uncle Mort’s piercing blue eyes never twitched away from his work and his face never gave anything away, but it never did. Uncle Mort was tall and thin with short blonde hair and a desire to wear only black clothing like a second skin. I remembered, of what little I could remember some days, that my father was tall and thin and my mother had long blonde hair, but nothing clearly enough to say which one matched my uncle the closest.
“Well which one?” I pressed on. This was a conversation I had tried to breach several times in the past. Usually with the same result.
“Which one what?” Uncle Mort crushed a garlic clove with the flat of his knife and a loud bang of his fist that shook the cutting board. Anyone else would have taken that as a sign of irritation, but I had never seen Uncle Mort irritated, or angry, or anything resembling an emotion. I had failed a science project in school on purpose once, just to see what he would do. He made it clear that it was my own fault for failing and that I should try harder in the future. He even went as far as to inquire if I needed additional educating or assistance from professional tutors. Once I told him no, he walked away from the subject and never mentioned it again.
“Are you my mother’s brother or my father’s brother?” I tried to be clearer in my inquest. “I mean my name is Bison and yours is Claus--“
“Claus!” Uncle Mort snapped his name as a correction to the way that I said it, though I was never sure how we said it any different from each other. Continue reading sample...
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This book is on sale for $0.99 until May 27th, 2017.


Mortimer had been pacing his office staring at the newest message from Mother Morgan about Lucy's dreams, indulging in his private pleasure on the record player, and contemplating the next move both in his real investigation and the one he presented to the Ruke, when an intrusion came in the form of a small knocking at his door. He swore under his breath, feeling that he had been on the cusp of discovering something before the interruption, but knew that it was just annoyance and hope making him think that. His annoyance grew slightly when he opened the front door and found the young Friday standing there. 

“Hi, Mr. Claus.” Francis said nervously, a state that the man was fine with leaving the boy in. If not he had a tendency to talk. A lot. 

“Francis.” Mort replied with his usual hiss of menace. 

“My mom wanted me to bring this over for you.” The small boy hefted a plastic shopping bag from off the porch and offered it to him. “She says she figured you would be too busy with what's going on to have a proper Thanksgiving, so she made you a small dish.” 

“That is very kind of her.” Mortimer took the bag from Francis, surprised by the generosity of his mother. No, not true. It would be generosity from his father that would surprise him. “Please express to her my deepest thanks.” 

“Okay.” Francis hadn't moved from the mat outside the door. Usually he would be half way down the walk if he wasn't there to see Lucy. “She also said that she knows it's not in your usual diet, but that it was the thought that counted, and that she made enough just in case Lucy's aunts and grandmother showed up.” 

“Exceptionally thoughtful of her.” Mortimer gave the boy a more thorough regard. He was still not leaving, but was still nervous about something. Mort knew his experience with children was heartrendingly limited to just what he had received from Lucy, and as she continued to bloom into adulthood, he felt he would fall further out of touch with her. But even drawing on his own life at Francis's age, he could not determine what the boy was doing. Of course the boy was not a typical child. “Is there anything else?” 

“Not from my mom.” The down turned face and the fiddling with a mitten, told the tale clearly to the older man. 

“I think I should return your mother's generosity in some small token.” Mort stepped aside. “Why don't you come in while I locate something for you to take home?“ 

“Okay.” The boy looked relieved at the offer and scurried in. Like a good visitor, he immediately removed his hat and boots. Mortimer walked slowly ahead of him, giving him a guiding shadow until the fog on his glasses cleared. “What's that music?” 

“Nothing.” Mort snapped and slammed his office door closed. 

“Sounded like a guy my dad does an impression of at New Years.” Francis went to press his ear to the door and Mortimer cleared his throat at him. “Is it true you are friends with Burymore Legions?” 

“We are acquainted.” Mortimer credited himself as quick with his wits as he was with his blades, but even he had trouble keeping up with the subject changes when dealing with the boy. 

“Did he really attend Lucy's coronation?” Francis asked too loudly for Mort's liking. 

“He was in attendance.” 

“Mom said that she was surprised to learn that.” Mort started for the kitchen, hoping the boy would either get to the point or wish to leave. “She thinks he had a falling out with the All King. She says that he is on Manus's list.” 

“Which list is that?” 

“The same one your on of my dad's.” Francis looked around the room nervously. “The one that starts with a bad word.” 

“He was there, I can tell you.” Mortimer knew the truth of this and more. 

“I just read about how he turned the tide in the Battle of Betrayal.” Francis did not take his customary place at the kitchen table but followed Mort to the pantry. “Did he really duel General Nicodemus to force him to surrender?” 

“It is likely.” Mortimer rattled cans and boxes about in the small room, trying to sound busy as he let the boy get whatever was on his mind off. Francis had a mind like Lucy which meant Mort might be rattling about for awhile. “It is also likely that it was just a fanciful historian's take on the conclusion to the second war.” 

“I should ask Dargo.” Francis sounded enthused. “He was probably old enough to remember that stuff.” 

“Indeed.” Old enough to serve, Mort knew for a fact. 

“I also read how a swamp witch saved Magnus's life.” Francis dropped his voice as low as Mortimer had ever heard it. “They drew her to look an awful lot like Lucy's grandmother.” 

There was that nervousness again that Mort had been picking up on. He was starting to believe it had nothing to do with him and very little to do with what the boy was rambling about. 

“I am sure it was done to show respect to the woman.” 

“Which one?” 

“Either.” Mort gave up on pretending to search the pantry and went back into the kitchen, Francis on his heel. 

“I also read–.” 

“Is that all you do? Read?” Mortimer didn't snap at the boy as he was prone to do when annoyed and distracted. He was certainly no more annoying than usual and he was a huge distraction to what he should be focusing all his energy on. There was no logical reason to be indulging the child. 

“No.” Francis gave him the confused look of an analytic person being asked a rhetorical question and trying to figure out its true answer. 

“Good. Books are full of the shadows of the past cast by the light of the present for people who wish to change the future.” Mortimer prattled off the line that he had heard from Mother Morgan once when she was bothered by the amount of time Lucy spent reading and blaming it for her lack of social interaction. 

“Really?” The boy sounded excited by the analogy, and Mortimer sometimes forgot he was dealing with a Croucher, or at least half of one. 

“Yes.” He slammed a cupboard closed and opened the last one. “And if you find a way to travel to those shadows, let me know. I have a few memories I would like to revisit.” 

“This is kinda like that thing Lucy and I were talking about the other day. With the changing your past stuff.” Mortimer let out a sigh as he felt that the boy would never get to the point. By the way that he suddenly got very quiet, Mort knew he was wrong. “Is Lucy going to be home for Thanksgiving?” 

“I don't know.” Mort said, hating that it was not just the holiday plans he had no clue about. 

“I hope so.” Francis looked at the floor. “I miss her.” 

“Do you?” Mortimer gave the top of the boy's head a penetrating stare, wishing he could peel him open to read his mind. 

“Of course.” He looked up and Mortimer remembered that the boy didn't have a lot of layers to dig through. “She's my best friend and a lot of fun. And Mom was going to invite you guys over. She was going to meet my uncle. He is so much fun.” 

“Well, let us both hold out hope that our holidays will be made complete by her presence.” Mort pulled down an old bottle of his personal blend of basting oil. He placed it in a bag from the pantry and added a loaf of fresh bread that he had made the other week. 

“I can do that.” Francis perked up, his nervousness only slightly relieved. “Do you think she wants to come home?” 

Mortimer's hands faltered in his search of the vegetable crisper, and he was grateful that the boy could not see his face, for there was no way he could have kept hidden the sudden pang of dread that came over him. He had been only trying to think of how to keep her safe and bring her back under his protection. He had never thought that she might not want to come back. It never made sense that she should want to be anywhere else but where she was safest and had lived her whole life. Thoughts that he had buried centuries ago, and with the exception of the influence of the Sleesh had never been unearthed, called to him. She had her real family; why would she want to leave that? 

“Tell your mother thank you very much for the food.” Mortimer said brusquely, as he hurriedly placed the remainder of the ingredients into the bag for the boy. “She will have everything in here to make homemade stuffing with the exception of fresh sage, as I am all out.” 

“Okay.” Francis sounded down. He clearly had hoped for some kind of reassurance but Mort had none to give. He didn't believe in false hope or misinformation. He did have hope that he would solve the puzzle of who wanted to hurt Lucy because he knew his own skills. And it wasn't false hope to think that he might see her on the holiday, because he planned to roust the culprit very soon. “Happy Thanksgiving.” Francis said prematurely, as Mort held the door open for him. 

“And to your family as well.” 

“Do you guys do the whole sit around the table and say what you are thankful for?” The boy asked, once he was on the porch. 

“No.” Mortimer hated the sentimentality and false humility of the act. 

“Oh.” Francis looked crestfallen again, “What about watching the football game?” 

“Have you ever seen a television in this house or seen an enthusiasm for organized sports?” 

“No. What about the big nap on the couch after eating?” 

“We don't do any of the typical traditions.” Mortimer suggestively began closing the door on the boy. 

“We only do some of them because of Dad.” Francis shrugged. “He made a deal with Mom that if we had to do Herald holidays, then we also had to do human ones too. It's the best of both worlds.” 

Or the worst, Mortimer privately mused as he finally got the boy to stop talking and leave. He made it only a step back into his office when it hit him. He knew what the kidnapper's next move would be, or more importantly when.
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And finally, we have Traitor's Niece: Book Three. This book is almost ready to go! I'm going to share a sample with you here and then I will leave you with the option to sign up to be one of the select few that will get a pre-release copy of Traitor's Niece. The author is only offering this opportunity for a little while longer, so take advantage of this offer while you can!

“I want a drink.” I slowly hissed against the strain of holding my concentration. “A nice cool drink.”

Lidio didn't react to my words. Not so much as a flicker.

“With lot's of ice.” I reshaped my mind around the image of the most perfectly satisfying beverage I could imagine. “Actually, ice cream. A shake. A chocolate shake. With a swirl of hot fudge. I want it so thick that you can barely use a straw to get a taste.”

Boris began to pester me for the treat again and I let him. I even began slowly passing it before his face, making sure he kept it in focus.

“Yeah. Chocolate ice cream with chocolate milk, syrup, and fudge, all mixed together and poured slowly into a chilled mug.” I could almost feel the cool glass in my hand and the sensation of trying to draw the thick drink up the straw. “Perhaps with just a ring of whip cream with dark cocoa shavings on it.” Boris got more insistent for the sweet and I ignored the sticky sensation of his tongue trying to liberate it from my teasing hand. “For one of those, right now, I'd give anything.”

From the edge of my vision, the briefest silhouette flickered into existence for a heartbeat. And the world changed in that beat. I snapped my hand towards the shape and let fly the treat I had been withholding from my dog. The figure just started to fade from reality when the candy hit them and a very amusing second later, Boris followed. The pressure, I had started to suspect was afflicting us all, dipped in the moment that my dog lost interest in the treat and instead put his jaws around something tastier. The shape of the room changed as sounds of terror and alarm came from the thrashing form that Boris held at bay. The space grew in size and in occupants. A thin figure stood in a corner behind Lidio and before they could do what they might be capable off, I grabbed what I assumed was an ashtray and hurled it in their general direction. My aim was as good as before but the target was more prepared and swatted it aside. This still worked in our favor, as whatever had suppressed Vienna relinquished and she illuminated the room with a bolt of lightening that the man in the corner could do nothing to deflect. With the after images of Vienna's Art fading, I witnessed Grandmother rise to her feet and bring the tip of her cane up into Mr. Skalden's jaw. The thin man snapped back into his chair and rolled several feet away from his desk from the assault.

I grabbed for the nearest thing I could use as a weapon when a scuffle broke out behind me. I turned to face a wall of solid black that after several seconds of thoroughly concealed violence, faded to reveal Cecilia standing calmly straightening her long dress. A moment or two later, the door burst open to let in my aunts and Dargo. They didn't seem in a hurry to lock or barricade the entrance.

“How did things go in here?” Aunt Eva asked, walking over to check on me before going to see who Boris still held subdued.

“Unexpectedly.” Grandmother said sharply. “I thought this man was an enemy to your kind.”

“So did we.” Aunt Eva did little to hide her confusion. With a nod that it was okay, I finally called off my dog and my aunt hauled his victim to it's feet. “Why would a Succubus work for this monster?”

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Thursday, May 11, 2017

Cargon by @kimmydonn~#RPBP Featured Book Of The Week! A Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Fantasy #eBook for #99cents!


Honor and Privilege is the first of three Cargon books. As a post-apocalyptic renaissance, Cargon combines the feel of medieval fantasy with the science and speculative components of Science Fiction. It is a true Sci-Fi/Fantasy. Although the protagonist is female, this isn't a 'girl' book. Logic rules Eve more than emotion and the point of view in the story is shared with a male character, Adam.

Honor & Privilege
​(Cargon Trilogy Book 1)
In a post-apocalyptic world, a lowly servant is at the front of a second renaissance.
Eve is born to the lowest caste, but her sharp mind brings her to the attention of the elite.
In an unprecedented move, she initiates a game of Cargon, the method elite use to rank themselves, and wins a place among them. From within, she sparks new ideas, ones that will literally enlighten her world.
Can she balance the sacrifices that come with her new privilege? Will she marry a partner that will bring her honor as well as love?

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     The Second came in through the main doors beside the High One and met her gaze before taking his seat. Was that a good sign, or a bad one?

     Whispers filled the hall, as they had every night. Tonight, however, they knew the game was over, but everyone was still in their places. Who had lost an honor? Who gained?

     The first course came and went while the elite continued to speculate and find no answer. The High One put them out of their misery. “Second, where is your father's honor?” Her voice rang through the hall, bringing a hush to the others.

     Eve gripped her pitchers more tightly. His father's honor? What did that mean? What did she have around her neck? The medallion felt colder and heavier. Only a few links of the chain showed on her chest, the rest tucked away.

     “I'm afraid I lost it.” The elite looked amongst themselves again, trying to find the medallion.

     The High One dropped her voice. “And you could not have given something lesser?”

     “She deserved nothing less.”

     At full volume she asked, “Then tell me, Vanto, who has joined our family?”

     Vanto? Eve thought with confusion. He was Second; he would only be Vanto if... She paused in the middle of a stride. If another were made Second.

     Eve considered running for the kitchen, especially as the Second rose from his seat. Barely starting in that direction, she had only reached the edge of one of her tables when he caught her. She shook as she dropped into a very deep curtsy. He was going to punish her now. That was the only thing that made sense.
*** 

     Adam cringed, watching her shame herself. She didn’t know what she had won. Of course, none of those around him knew either. He took her pitchers and set them on the table. Her hands fell as soon as they released the silver, bracing on the floor. Her shoulders shook. Putting his hands to her neck, he slipped his fingers under the bits of chain exposed. She gasped, and he made a note to apologize later for the unavoidable contact. He lifted the medallion from under her dress and let it fall over her chest. The elite seated at the table gasped. 

     “Rise, kin.” Eve needed the order to make her move, but the address should soften the blow. He offered his hand and she took it, rising. Ashen, her eyes darted and rolled, testimony to her shock. At least he’d gotten her moving. He’d get her settled and give her time to recover. She leaned on him slightly, as though afraid of falling. 

     Leading, keeping her close to his side, he stopped before his mother. “Mother, may I introduce Eve?” 

     Eve froze, eyes popping, unnaturally still. 

     The High One rose. “It is wonderful to finally meet you, Eve.” 

     Finally? Comprehension came quickly. Someone had put Eve into Ernst Peter's class. Adam nearly fell as Eve's full weight fell on his arm. Bending a knee to brace her, he made sure it was as he suspected. She’d fainted. He smiled at his mother and chuckled.

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Kimberly Gould hates being called Kimmy, but her mother called her Kimmydonn and that was okay. She lives in Edmonton with her husband and daughter. When she isn't writing about the post-apocalyptic world, she is doing her best to prevent an apocalypse as an environmental consultant. She is the author of the Cargon series as well as Thickness of Blood and Never Say Die: A Zombie Time Loop Story. You can find her anywhere online as Kimmydonn, including her website, Kimmydonn.com.
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Monday, May 8, 2017

Get Your Scare On for 99cents! Mister Jones Mystery Series by @macmillanjones #ASMSG #BookBoost #RPBP

Welcome To Mister Jones Mystery Series!
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The Showing

His visit to the house has awoken that which was sleeping: how many must be taken before IT can be laid to rest?’

For Sale again is Mister Jones’ family home: a house he had known and feared since his childhood. On a nostalgic whim he decides to visit the house, with disasterous results. The house reacts to his appearance and the estate agent who is showing him around vanishes. Shortly afterwards the next agent appointed to handle the sale of the property also disappears.

Mister Jones wants nothing to do with the property. His visit has awoken old memories for him, and the memories are not pleasant. But it is clear that something else has also been awoken by his visit, and when he is begged to help find the young agent who has vanished, he can no longer avoid the responsibility of facing his legacy of evil, and dealing with the curse laid upon the house.

But what will happen when he faces IT, and who will emerge alive?

If you knew just how much of this story is true, how well would you sleep tonight?

Portrait Of A Girl

Does lightning ever strike twice? It would seem so for the unfortunate Mister Jones. After a harrowing encounter with the paranormal in The Showing, once again he again finds himself in mortal danger on the borders of that shadowed world.

An antique painting holds a strange fascination for him - and others. What does the girl in the portrait want from Mister Jones and from the others who become entranced by her beauty? And can she be stopped before she unleashes her ancient evil into our modern world in a lake of blood?

‘This is a great read. I literally devoured it in less than 24 hours. If you liked The Showing... it's better. Spooky. It reads a bit like Sheridan LeFanu or Guy de Maupassant. Awesome. Classic horror short story, except this isn't short. It's a full novel. Just wanted to clarify, it READS like a classic horror short story. Tight, spare and invoking tons of imagination.’

The House Next Door

Mister Jones thought that he was finished with the world of the paranormal: but the paranormal world hadn’t finished with him… His next door neighbour is attracted to a statuette and takes it home. Shortly afterwards, her mother is brutally murdered, - and that isn’t the only death. As the casualties mount and the dead roam free, can Mister Jones stop the tide of evil?

When Sheila Balsam finds herself compelled to buy a genuine antique in a strange little shop, she didn’t bargain for what came with the statuette - and Mister Jones finds himself once again drawn into the dangerous world of the paranormal : this time via the house next door.

An ancient evil has found a way to break from his enchanted prison and the only one who is going to stand in his way is the unfortunate Mister Jones, who seems destined to live in interesting times.

The Curse Of Clyffe House

It was supposed to be a holiday, time away whilst his friend and neighbour wrote a book about their last adventure. But as soon as Mister Jones arrives at the holiday cottage things start to go wrong, and waking up to find a skeleton in his bed is only the start. Terror stalks this cottage and before long Mister Jones discovers an ancient Evil is plotting to wreak devastation across the land; and it plans to start with his death.

Poison, fear, and a horrific Shadow from long ago stand between their survival: can Mister Jones and his friend defeat the Curse of Clyffe House and live?


Coming In The Summer Of 2017
Demon's Reach

Mister Jones discovers more about his family in this fifth novel about his adventures. A relative he had never known appoints him both executor of his estate, and the beneficiary should the main beneficiaries have died before him. Surprised and curious to learn more about his family and their past, Mister Jones journeys to the mist haunted eastern coast of England, and the village of Hawkstowe.

There he finds that his family have an unsavoury reputation locally for their dealings in black magic, and that his arrival is viewed with fear and horror. So scared are the locals that Mister Jones might herald a return to the dreadful times they experienced many years ago that they decide to burn down the house in which he is staying.

Mister Jones must confront demons, monsters, and members of his family both living and dead to escape with his life and his sanity intact.
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Meet The Author ​Will Macmillan Jones


Will Macmillan Jones lives in Wales, a lovely green, verdant land with a rich cultural heritage. He does his best to support this heritage by drinking the local beer and shouting loud encouragement whenever International Rugby is on the TV. A just sixty lover of blues, rock and jazz he has just fulfilled a lifetime ambition by filling an entire wall of his home office with (full) bookcases. When not writing, he is usually lost with the help of a satnav on top of a large hill in the middle of nowhere.
He writes Dark Fantasy, fantasy he fantasises is funny, and books for children. Some of his pieces have won awards but he doesn’t like to talk about that as it draws attention to the fact that other pieces haven’t.
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Friday, April 28, 2017

A special announcement from @ph_solomon & Writing Tips from a best selling author @JeffGoins ! #ASMSG #RPBP #IndieAuthors

Writing Tips From A Best Selling Author
Phase 1
Getting started

1. Decide what the book is about
Good writing is always about something. Write the argument of your book in a sentence, then stretch that out to a paragraph, and then to a one-page outline. After that, write a table of contents to help guide you as you write, then break each chapter into a few sections. Think of your book in terms of beginning, middle, and end. Anything more complicated will get you lost.
2. Set a daily word count goal
John Grisham began his writing career as a lawyer and new dad — in other words, he was really busy. Nonetheless, he got up an hour or two early every morning and wrote a page a day. After a couple of years, he had a novel. A page a day is only about 300 words. You don’t need to write a lot. You just need to write often. Setting a daily goal will give you something to aim for. Make it small and attainable so that you can hit your goal each day and start building momentum.
3. Have a set time to work on your book every day
Consistency makes creativity easier. You need a daily deadline to do your work — that’s how you’ll finish writing a book. Feel free to take a day off, if you want, but schedule that ahead of time. Never let a deadline pass; don’t let yourself off the hook so easily. Setting a daily deadline and regular writing time will ensure that you don’t have to think about when you will write. When it’s time to write, it’s time to write.
4. Write in the same place every time
It doesn’t matter if it’s a desk or a restaurant or the kitchen table. It just needs to be different from where you do other activities. Make your writing location a special space, so that when you enter it, you’re ready to work. It should remind you of your commitment to finish this book. Again, the goal here is to not think and just start writing.

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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

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Lion by Her Side by Ever Coming
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Immortal Alchemy by Savannah Verte
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Muffy Wilson
USA Today Bestselling and Award Winning Author

 Dark Verité
by
Muffy Wilson
@SexyMuffyWilson


Verité, heir apparent in royal lineage and whose ascension comes at a time of other impending stipulations, was unable until to assume her rite of passage to the throne until she found the perfect mate. Secret stipulations to her royal ascension detailed in the Royal Grail would only be revealed to the Princess when the time came. She was chartered by her father, who was unable to give Verité counsel, to find the man that would share her life, her future and her bed…but not the throne.
Failure to do so doomed the coterie.
Rockledge, a prince and royal protector of his father, the King and his older brother who was heir apparent, fought with strength against those that threatened silently to take everything by deceit and trickery from his family.
Verité woke in the blazing sun on the royal sands of the beach on a distant shore that Rockledge, who discovered her sleeping, protected.
I was born when we kissed; I lived in your embrace while we loved. I died when we parted.
Would they fight, side-by-side, to the death defending all that they loved and cherished? Or would they seize their rite of passage, rise to the ascension of royalty themselves bound by danger, loyalty and love?


“This is yours to determine, my child. But, I have faith in the stellar qualities you possess and your teaching. You have studied hard, learned long and steady. And above all other, you place the wellbeing of the coterie. We must prevail to propagate. We must do our duty to protect our cluster clan.”
“Yes, Father, I have always known that if I must pay with my life to preserve the dominion, then I would be so directed to fight to the death.”
“This is that time.”
Involuntarily, I rose to my feet with the dust devils dancing in the sunbeams. My head remained downcast. This was a solemn occasion, no doubt.
“Yes, Royal Father.”
I lifted my gaze as I said his name and locked my eyes on his.
“I know only little, from the history the Queen Mother imparted to me when you were born, that you must travel from here to find your mate before you are in the Worthy Year of your life. This mate must be a mortal and prepared to live in your company here, so that the propagation of our family will continue.”
“But, Father…!”
“The clan will die out without the integration of seed from a royal mortal.”
“Alas, my father…”
“This is how it must be. We are, none of us, able to sire your heirs. Over time, our seed loses the power to procreate and every one hundred years, new blood and semen must be filtered into the children that follow.”
“Oh, Goddess above. Where will I go? When…?”
“Soon, my child, soon.”
“How will I know, my father?”
“You will know, my child. Of this I am certain. Every female before you has prevailed to achieve their destiny. They return to fulfill their duties with a chosen mate. And life prevails again.”
“You must leave and return with your mate before your twentieth year.”
“But, Father, I am not yet eighteen. Why tell me now, when there is still so much time?”
“Because there is actually very little time. The alchemist has determined that I have few years left and you must be prepared almost immediately to assume supremacy.”
“Father, when…how…this is all too much!”
“Comport yourself with dignity, Verité. This is your destiny for which you have trained all your life. You are strong, independent, fierce. You are creative and fast, smart as any that have ruled before you. I have raised you as I would have my sons, had they lived. Now you must live for us all. You must be your woman, secure your mate, and return to become Queen Mother.”


Who is Muffy Wilson in her own words?
I am a wife, mother, daughter and sister first and an author of provocative romance about love, sex, hope and passion second. I was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, I was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. My father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required our family to travel extensively. I spent her formative years in Europe and 'came of age' in France (a state of affairs that gave my father much cause for concern one loooong summer on the Italian Riviera!) which forged my joie de vivre and love for books, writing and education. 
~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion

What is one thing you would like the world to remember you for?
I am a simple person. I would like to be remembered as a good person, loving wife and nurturing mother. I never met a stranger nor turned anyone away that needed help. And I have tried hard to learn from my mistakes but I am not always successful in that endeavor!

What got you into writing?
An old boyfriend from high school. We reconnected after all these years and he writes real estate self-help books. I took a significant departure from self-help to provocative romance.

Are you a full-time author or do you have a day job as well, 
and if so, what do you do?
When I first started writing fiction in 2010, I was still working as a General Showroom Manager for Ethan Allan and then Robb & Stucky, both high-end furniture companies. I entered the world of real estate sales as well, but I have since retired and devote most of my free time to writing and anything that will keep me from doing any housework!!

You’ve written a lot of other books. Is Erotica the only genre you write in? And if yes, how do you keep doing it? I got bored after one book… How often do you need to take masturbation breaks (if any)?
OMG, that was funny! You surprised me with that one!! Actually, in the beginning most of what I wrote was short stories and I took plenty of masturbation breaks! Now my books are more story than sexual content. I get bored with the repetition and in truth, our lives do not revolve around sex but are complimented by it. What is more important is the human bondage that precedes a sexual liaison that I find most interesting. Like you, I have branched out but sex is still a fundamental part of the human condition after all, people are enigmas.

Finally, what can we expect and look forward from you in the future? Plug away…
Last year was a very busy year from me. I worked very hard and produced a number of wonderful stories I was honored to have featured in several collections. I wrote several standalone features and a few series. Much of my new work has been a real leap of faith for me into the Paranormal and Sci-Fi-Shape Shifter genre. It has been fun and a real stretch for me. 2017  will prove to be an even bigger year for me as I have six books and collections releasing in the first six months. So, there will be plenty to look forward to in 2017.Check out my Amazon Author Page, Goodreads or my website.
            
Thank you so much for having me visit. This has been one of the most interesting interviews I think I have ever done! And fun, too. I so appreciate your thought provoking questions. Clearly you have read my work and you know how important that is to an author, that someone actually picks up our hard work and sits down to read it. It doesn’t get any better’n that!
Blessings from Florida 



Muffy, likened in style to one of the Bronte sisters and Anne Rice, is a USA Today, Amazon and Award-Winning Bestselling Author of provocative romance about love, sex, hope and passion. An American author of the popular Shadow Seduction Series (a paranormal love story) and the Ribbons of Moonlight Series (a contemporary romance), she has penned a dozen other books and anthology collections. 

Muffy was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and 'came of age' in France which forged her joie de vivre and love for books and writing. Married and living in the tropical paradise of SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy writes and enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt. 



Join Muffy's mailing list to get the scoop on her new releases and special promotions at www.MuffyWilson.com. Follow her on Facebook at facebook.com/wilsonmuffy or /MuffyWilson.com and on Twitter at @SexyMuffyWilson. Muffy also blogs daily here: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com ~ Contact Muffy at Muffy@MuffyWilson.com.    ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion






Mar 2017 ~ Bad Boy Unboxed Boxed Set with Rebecca Hamilton featuring Moonbeams of Unintended  Consequences
Apr 2017 ~ Prowlers & Growlers Boxed Set with Gina Kincade featuring Dark Verité
Jun  2017 ~ Cimmerian Boxed Set with Gina Kincade featuring Saltwater Siren
Jul  2017 ~ My Life in the Sky A Memoire of Lt.Col. Joe Lyle Jr
Sep  2017 ~ Ribbons of Moonlight Sequel to Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences
Oct  2017 ~ Shadow Seduction Sequel to The Para-Portage of Emily
Dec 2017 ~ Charmed Legacy Boxed Set with Rebecca Hamilton featuring Black Opium




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