Tuesday, December 29, 2015


I'd like to introduce a fellow author, Paul White. Paul is also a novelist, short story writer, poet, and blogger.

Introducing his Tales of Crime and Violence, the three book collector editions.

This remarkable three volume collection encompasses numerous and varied stories of acts and deeds of crime and violence. Paul White has once again woven his masterly spell of intrigue into each stories plot. Secrecy, scheming, plotting and conspiracy live hand-in-hand with outrageous and shocking violence, viciousness and brutality.

All three volumes of Tales of Crime & Violence are packed with carnage and bloodshed and mayhem, while an ominous sense of sinister, physiological apprehension lingers in the dark shadows.

Tales of Crime & Violence contains graphic acts of violence, profanities and sexual reference. It is not recommended for reading for those under adult age.

Tales of Crime & Violence is available in a paperback collection of three volumes, or on Kindle as a complete ‘box-set’.


   ……….The Sheriff stopped, as did the two deputies in the following cruisers. Together we walked to the car. I handed one of the deputies the keys. You could feel the heat reflecting from the steel of the bodywork.

   It was one hell of a hot day.

When the deputy opened the driver’s door a blast of superheated air escaped. It was so extreme it forced us to take a step backwards and twist our heads away from its intensity. But it was the smell which was most overpowering. I saw, but did not comprehend the glance between the law men. However, I knew that my day was going to get worse when they handcuffed me.

My day certainly became a living nightmare when they opened the trunk. Bobby lay inside. His throat had been sliced from ear to ear and his eyes gouged out. The heat had caused his body to swell and the blood to cook.

I only recognised him by his jeans and boots.

After that it was all a bit of a blur. I was bundled into the sheriff’s car and we raced the few miles to the motel. It looked as deserted as when I left a few hours ago.

From room fourteen all the way to room twenty the doors were open. They were the doors I kicked open during my frantic search for the others.

I explained this to the Officers.

The thing that interested the Sherriff was the sign hanging from the doorknob of room thirteen.

I had not noticed that sign in my earlier panicky state. It said ‘Do not disturb’. What was interesting the lawmen most was the smudged bloody handprint on that sign.

The Deputies drew their guns and crashed the door.

It flew open. The intense odour of putrid dead flesh flooded my nostrils.

Inside the room, laid out across the bed were Kathy and Taylor. They were tethered to the bedstead with strands of rusting wire cable, spread-eagled and naked. Their stomachs had been slit open and their entrails extended across the floor.

Those black flies and an army of brown rats were busily feasting on their remains………


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Friday, December 25, 2015

*Merry Christmas. Enjoy your day with your family and friends.*

Answers to Christmas carol puzzle. If you missed it, go to Wednesday's post to try your luck.

1.  Jingle Bells
2.  Walking In A Winter Wonderland
3.  Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
4.  Joy To The World
5.  Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer
6.  O Come All Ye Faithful
7.  I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas
8.  O Christmas Tree
9.  What Child Is This?
10. We Three Kings
11. Deck The Halls
12. I Saw Three Ships
13. O Holy Night
14. The First Noel
15. Away In a Mangr
16. Twelve Days of Christmas
17.I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
18. All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth
19. Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire
20. It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
21. Let It Snow
22. Silent Night
23.O Little Town Of Bethlehem 
24. Silver Bells


Thursday, December 24, 2015

On this Christmas Eve, I'd like to leave you with some of my favorite holiday videos. May you and yours enjoy the coming holidays and may your new year be filled with health, wealth, and happiness.





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Wednesday, December 23, 2015

A little something for Wicked Wednesday

This has been around forever....name the Christmas carols by the pictures shown....have fun.

Example: 1.  Jingle Bells

I'll post the answers on Christmas Day.


Tuesday, December 22, 2015


I can't resist a hedgehog, and I think I've found a few to tickle your 'cuteness' factor.

Some people consider hedgehogs useful pets because they prey on many common garden pests. While on the hunt, they rely upon their senses of hearing and smell because their eyesight is weak.

Hedgehogs have a coat of stiff, sharp spines. If attacked they will curl into a prickly and unappetizing ball that deters most predators. They usually sleep in this position during the day and awaken to search for food at night.

A little information I found for those of you considering a hedgehog as a pet.

So tiny.

Hedgehog Santa

Enjoy your holidays.


Monday, December 21, 2015

Welcome to Marvelous Monday

Today's post is from Julie Nicholls...the floor is yours. :)

Hey Peeps!

I'm proud to reveal my latest cover, the first book in a new trilogy, Blood Ties.

It's going to be available Monday, 4th January, 2016 on all platforms.

Amazon, B & N, Kobo, Smashwords, iBooks. So stay tuned for the links! You can sign up to my email list, and receive details of special offers and freebies!

Blood Ties is a paranormal/shifter/romance story.

Meet K 3 4 G E N - He's not quite human.

Sweat ran down Keagen’s muscular back as he pressed the female against the wall. A rock-hard body, with perfect proportions and stamina that would outlast a stable of thoroughbred racehorses, was nowhere near to flagging. He’d pounded the woman for the last hour, nonstop. The female on the receiving end of his attention cried herself hoarse more than twenty minutes earlier. She needed to rest, but large hands cupped her ass, supporting her weight, and only when he’d had enough would he let her down.

With the air-con turned up high the smell of fresh sweat and sex hung in the air. Keagen loved to fuck; he had some catching up to do after his sex-starved existence for the first part of his adult life. Puffing out a few quick breaths, he built up his pace. He was ready for a beer and wanted the woman out of his room.

Keagen was tall, muscular, and stronger than most men were, although he wasn’t exactly a man. His genes were human DNA with a hint of animal, courtesy of Solgen Laboratories. It wasn’t common knowledge what the company did, and their labs were all in secret locations. Only their financial backers knew where they were. Who supported them was unclear. Possibly the government, private military organizations, or even wealthy dictators; no one knew. You would not find any documentation about it. It wasn’t legal what they were doing, that’s for sure.

Keagen tracked and hunted escapees and always caught his prey, but just one eluded him, and it pissed him off. Nevertheless, he was closing in, and soon he’d return to base with his prize in tow. Given free reign to come and go as he pleased, Keagen enjoyed the freedom, and as long as he brought in the bounty, all was well. Sometimes out in the field for days or weeks at a time, he upheld contact by phone; a check-in, but he wasn’t worried. Sometimes he needed ‘Keagen’ time. Holding up at his secret hideaway, or a motel, where a steady stream of females frequented his room, he could easily fob off his supervisor. The geneticists made the mistake of giving him just a little too much intelligence. Consequently, his IQ already rivaled some of the top minds in the world, and he was smart enough to hide that fact from his testers.

Grunting and hissing through gritted teeth, Keagen screamed his orgasm as he fucked the flagging woman; those last deep thrusts into her satisfied pussy filling the room with a guttural cry. Throwing his head back, his wet hair slapped against his shoulders. The muscles in his thighs held the female firmly against the wall for a few moments until his hips finally stilled and finished jerking. Catching his breath, he rested his head against the cool plaster before releasing the sighing woman. As she tried to stand her knees buckled, but he quickly scooped her up and laid her on the bed.

Meet Gabriel - Lycan

It was quiet in the smoke-filled bar. Just the gentle humming from the waitress broke the silence. Drew’s was a rundown place where the locals piled in after work. Mostly hanging out for just a few drinks to wind down before heading home, they used it as a stopgap, preparing for more stress from either home life, or a second job. There were the regulars who propped up the bar day and night. Jack, one of the old-timers, spent all his time drooling over the young women as they tended bar. Occasional delivery trucks would hold up in the parking lot and the drivers would drop in for coffee, just to keep from falling asleep on long hauls. Smokey and dark, with subdued lighting with wood paneling covering the walls and an unvarnished wooden floor, it was a place to relax and ponder.

Gabriel was a regular and sat at the end of the bar in his usual place. From his vantage point, he could view the entire room. He didn’t have children or work to unwind from, but still enjoyed a cool beer. Without turning his head, the washroom and entrance were all visible. He could see everyone come and go with ease. Sitting quietly, he’d listen. Unless someone started the conversation first, he’d barely speak, but take in everything.

The quiet town appealed to Gabriel. Moving here just over a year ago, he settled in easily and found a place to stay. After renovating a cabin just on the edge of town, it gave him the seclusion he desired. He could take a short drive into suburbia and have everything he needed before returning to the solace he preferred. He kept to himself and avoided confrontations. Causing trouble wasn’t in his nature. However, he came over as someone who didn’t take crap, and he would let small annoyances slide until he reached a breaking point, then you didn’t want to be around to see the fall out. On a few occasions, Gabriel let people know he wasn’t someone they should fuck with, earning him respect shortly afterward. In sleepy town bars, there’s always someone dropping by to stir up the calm. Stepping in to deal with troublemakers made him the resident bouncer. There was never any exchange of cash; he didn’t need a regular job. He just did it. Drew made sure he never went thirsty and all drinks were on the house for keeping the place brawl-free, which suited Gabriel. The more beer, the better, and he didn’t like having his peace and quiet disturbed; it was a win-win situation.

Watching Lyssa brought out his more human characteristics; he’d not always had those. A year ago, he was nothing more than a caged animal. He tried not to think about the past, but occasionally something would trigger his thoughts.

Taking a mouthful of beer, he watched everyone and everything. Casually watching Jack eye up the sweet piece of ass, he grinned. He’d been close, and was still working on getting closer. Never short of female attention, Gabriel made up for lost time as soon as he broke free from his captors. There wasn’t a huge choice of pussy in Dewburn Falls, but quality, not quantity was the issue here. Lyssa would succumb to him, eventually. They couldn’t resist him, and he was astounded she’d lasted this long; he had a feeling she’d be worth the wait. Continuing his advances and hoping for a victory soon, Lyssa proved an interesting challenge.

He wasn’t sure if it was luck, or fate, that brought him here, but finding two female lycans was a surprise. Taking a drink, he smiled as his thoughts turned to Sally. He’d been in town only two weeks and gotten lucky with her.

One down…

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Friday, December 18, 2015


*Please excuse Thursday's absence...too many issues to name.

In another puzzle mood. Today's is one I've posted elsewhere. Have fun with this one. :)

Find a phrase to match each picture. Example:

CCCCCCC seven seas.


Wednesday, December 16, 2015


Thought I'd do a little something different today. Unscramble the titles of these recently released books. 

stirf fritus

sencod omcign


ardgosn rail

lowsfe tehar

teh leedxi lirtgoy

iabrbaenc ehta

kard dermsa

tfiyf ashsde fo levo 

het escrte

nglae wtihni

mmitaorl apri

How long did it take you?  Answers may be found in a previous post. :)


Tuesday, December 15, 2015


Tuesdays always have pictures of 'tinys' I find during the week that make me smile, from cuteness or hilarity. Life is too short not to take happiness breaks whenever you find them. 

Hope some of these brought a smile or chuckle to you. Enjoy your family and the upcoming holiday. 


Monday, December 14, 2015


After a chilly but sunny weekend, I thought I'd share a few book releases and cover reveals. Congratulations!! Look for more in upcoming posts.

Scott A. Borgman

Amanda Carney

Elle Klass

Ariel Marie

Savannah Morgan

Karen J. Mossman

R. M Simone


Brandon D. Henry
Midnight Forever:
A Bloody Tea Party
December, 2015

Selena Rivera
Unexpected Love
December 29, 2015

Elven Dreams
Raven Williams
February 11, 2016

The Solomon Project
Jessica Wren
February 6, 2016

Have a great week!!


Friday, December 11, 2015



Dreaming is supposed to be pleasant, isn’t it? At least that is what I thought. It may have started after seeing “Little Red Riding Hood” with my mom at a local theater. Later, she laughingly told me that I had hidden under the seat after the wolf appeared and had remained there for the duration of the movie. Nonetheless, the dreams were terrifying. Chased by a pack of ravenous wolves, I would run, only to be overcome. Their teeth would tear me apart, bit by bit, and every bite would be felt.  I would wake screaming. These dreams continued for years, and mom, being the person she was, would often stand at the bottom of the stairs and howl, and there would be one scared, shaking daughter.  I slept in the upstairs room which was my refuge, supposedly.  Funny now, not so, then.

When I moved away, after graduating college, the dreams lessened, although every now and then, one would creep in leaving me shaking. Then one night, for no apparent reason, the dream was quite different and rewarding. As I opened the front door, standing here in a suit and hat with a bouquet of flowers and a box of candy was a wolf. No more frightening dreams after that. I became enamored with wolves, learning everything I could about them.

Now that I am much older, I can look back with a smile at what frightened me so badly when young.  Recalling the morning a few years ago, when I looked out my window…a large white wolf was in our neighborhood, walking through as if he/she owned every inch, sniffing the wind and pausing to inspect a clump of bushes. A truly gorgeous creature, it took no notice of the insignificant human, and continued on its way.

And most recently, a few nights ago, half asleep, getting a drink of water… a sudden vision of a white wolf, only the head, with wise eyes. Appearing in the blackness, it said something odd…  “We will be together soon.”

There has to be a connection somehow….from the dreams when small, to the liberating one when older, to the sighting, and finally to the vision. Was I a wolf in a past life? No answers come, but I feel as though the wolf is my spirit animal, having been with me all my life.


Thursday, December 10, 2015

Today's post is from Jessica Wren. I'm excited to share this good news!

Cover Reveal for The Solomon Project

Good morning, and I would like to extend an invitation to join me as I launch my second novel, a paranormal dystopian/historical fiction combo called “The Solomon Project.” I started this novel for NaNoWriMo after carrying around the idea for years. I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun writing a book.
The novel revolves around Eddie Ruiz, one of the so-called “solomons” who, under a cruel social experiment called The Solomon Project, is one of the approximately 15% of males spared mandatory sterilization at birth. He is also a medium who can summon the spirits of the dead. When the inevitable consequences of The Project start to surface–jealousy and resentment that divides families, the spread of a deadly disease, and the wicked one-world government’s horrific attempt to hide The Project, Eddie, along with his spiritual guardian Queen Bathsheba, uses his powers as a medium to summon The project’s namesake to defeat the world powers and put an end to the Solomon Project.
The novel is scheduled for publication February 6.
The cover reveal party is Saturday, December 12. There will be swag and prizes awarded, and other authors will be present to showcase their work as well. You will also meet Mr. Paul White, the talented artist who designed the cover.
I hope you can join in the fun. If you can help spread the word by inviting friends, I would be grateful as well. http://www.facebook.com/events/962729123773696/

Wednesday, December 9, 2015


Reminiscing brings a memory forward from years ago, one that I cherish to this day.


    Mom belonged to a group of women affectionately known as the Eufaula 8. They were all middle-aged and belonged to our local Methodist Church. Being together for over twenty years had given them the perspective of time and wisdom. Meeting at least once a week in one home or another, they shared experiences of friends and family, never formally, but always lovingly. I wondered what they discussed and when asked, received the cryptic answer, "Whatever happens to fall out of the sky".
Learning this during one of our regular Saturday conversations, it slid to the back of my mind.  I lived 90 miles away, going home for holidays and special family weekends, so Mom and I kept in touch by phone.
One Saturday morning, I rose early, made my coffee, and left for the local church where our choir was to give a concert. Upon my arrival, I discovered the air conditioner wasn't working. It was the middle of June, one of those early heated days that takes your breath away, promising more to come with its suddenness.
Not able to escape, I was miserable. Also, having to sit on a narrow windowsill in one of the church windows didn't help. I was becoming increasingly agitated with each passing moment.
  Suddenly, I found myself on a cool forest path, looking around in amazement.  The trees formed a canopy overhead, and the sunlight played through the leaves. I delighted in the sounds and smells I loved… the smoky scent of the leaves under my feet, the many shades of green, and the clear, fresh air, but how did I get there?
Remembering the years I played in the woods brought sweet memories of running through the streams, chasing jackrabbits, and climbing trees. Always loving nature, I was mesmerized and calmed by all that surrounded me. The shade provided relief from my overheated state, and the varieties of trees and shrubs took my focus far from my former discomfort.
Something drew me further down the path, through the cool green. As I walked, the chirping of birds accompanied my journey, bringing a sense of joy. Forgotten was the church, the heat, and the day. Nothing except the peace of the forest was with me.
The path led to a shady pool surrounded by trees and bushes. A huge rock covered with moss was at one end with smaller rocks nearby. The small pool seemed inviting, although I couldn’t see below the surface. Walking closer, there was a moment of transition, and I found myself in the water, sinking in the warmth, with the sunlight filtering through. It was the most beautiful feeling I have ever experienced...perfect peace. I felt a presence holding me, and couldn’t help but smile in thankfulness. Closing my eyes, I gave in to the loving and care, not wanting it to end.
 Gradually, the feeling faded, and I was back in church, sitting in the same window, no longer agitated, hot, or hurting. I looked over the faces in the crowd, some familiar, most not. Who had given me this perspective, this gift of calm and peace? I received no affirmation, no acknowledgement.
    I couldn't wait to get to the phone to mom and our usual Saturday morning conversation. As I related the events, she remained silent, making no comment. When I had completed my wondrous revelation, she uttered five words that would have an effect on me for many years...."I'll be damned, it works".
    There was a moment of silence from both of us. I think I was the first to speak, asking mom what she meant. With a slight chuckle, she told me that she and her group had created a 'soul pool' in which they placed their children and the people on their prayer list each morning, the same time that corresponded to my sitting on the windowsill. Done faithfully for years, this was the first affirmation of their efforts. I had described the pool and surrounding woods, down to the smallest detail.
As we continued talking, we remembered our many conversations through the years, those of our shared belief in a loving presence, one that encompasses us all, regardless of individual differences. She and I had a psychic connection that waned when my son was born. The soul pool, however, remains vivid to this day, a testament to her unending spirit, her quest for knowledge, and her belief in a rewarding hereafter.