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by Yves Robichaud
Kaylen has been in the dark for fourteen years – in every sense. His people are hunted, so they must struggle to survive within underground caves. His community despises his family, taunting him constantly. His parents keep him housebound, forbidding him from wielding sword or wand.
When he is finally allowed to attend school, the harsh truth reveals he has much to learn – including a unique magical ability. Kaylen can summon and control skeletons!
With surface-dwellers threatening war, he will need every friend he can make, and to stay true to himself if he is to survive what is to come
Chapter 21: A magician and a snowball
The magician continued to laugh—louder now—as he turned again towards the large chunk of ice hurtling towards him. “What?” He snarled defiantly at the party. “Already run out of your best tricks, and reduced to throwing snowballs at me? And here I thought you were getting interesting…”
He started waving his wand in a small circle, slowly at first and then increasing in speed and size. As he did this, a green fire emanated from his wand and grew until it matched the shape and form of the incoming ice ball perfectly. “Oh, no!” he cried mockingly. “Here I am with nothing but a little match to fight your big, bad snowball! However shall I defend myself?”
As the ice ball began its downwards arc toward the human, he started to twirl his staff, which began to glow with an electric purple shimmer. Oraweth grimaced when she saw the purple glow, because she knew it meant he was going to cast one of his more powerful attack spells: a magical bolt that could slice through individual shields and had required all three elves to focus on a combined shield with the help of the skeletons to block it. But this combined shield took a lot of energy to create, and they were not certain they had the strength left at this point to make one that was strong enough to protect them.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Yves Robichaud is originally from the small Acadian community of Grand-Barachois, New Brunswick, Canada. He has studied Business Administration and Information Technology, currently works for the federal government, and is the proud father of one son: Jeremy. Inspired by a love of fantastical, magical tales, Kaylen’s Rising is Yves’ first attempt to share this literary passion with his son and the rest of the world.
Author Website: http://www.yvesrobichaud.com
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Wolf On Wheels
Genre: Erotic Wolf Shifter
Publisher: Syn Publishing
Date of Publication: 16 March
Number of pages: 76
Word Count: approximately: 38,000
Cover Artist: Syn Publishing
Caleb Grayson’s opinion of humans is about as low as it can get until Lara Walker enters his life. But can the pretty veterinarian be trusted with his secret? As alpha of his pack, he is duty bound to keep them safe and that means maintaining anonymity.
When Caleb offers Lara a job on the mountain she loves, it is like a dream come true, but there is something strange about the handsome biker. Little does she know that he is harboring a secret that once revealed will turn her world inside out and have repercussions neither could have expected.
Caleb Grayson’s fur spiked and his tail swished with anger as without a thought or a care, Nora bounded off down the street, leapt over the suburban fence and was lost from sight. His orders to the pack had been clear. Bare minimum—travel in pairs. Stay together at all times. Watch each other’s back. The lure of fresh rabbit must have overridden duty and common sense.
The growl he released was feral as he took off after her. The rules were put in place to keep his pack safe. Hunters were on the warpath and they were after wolf shifters with deadly intent. He’d already lost one member to their violence and would not lose another. Humans, he made a derisive sound. They were uncaring and self-centered. He’d yet to meet one he liked. He pulled his muzzle into a sneer and bared his teeth at the thought of that race.
One giant leap had him over the fence and landing smoothly on all fours on the other side. Nora was farther up the yard edging closer to her goal, but she was not alone.
Frozen to the spot he couldn’t move had his life depended on it. It was as if he’d stepped into a trough of rapid dry cement and was stuck fast. His heartbeat had ramped up and his tail twitched at the sight of the divine human before him.
Awestruck, he snarled at the smaller gray wolf beside him. They’d talk about her transgression later. Nora was an adolescent and still in the playful stage of wanting to hunt live prey. Fresh meat was tempting but no excuse for defying his orders. She pawed the ground waiting for him to speak telepathically, but he was speechless. The female human had him dumbstruck and transfixed.
She was a good head shorter than he, athletically built with dips and curves in all the right places, and her spiral curls were the color of marmalade and looked every bit as rich and glossy in the lunar light.
It came to him in a flash then; this human with her emerald eyes sparkling like gemstones was his mate. He’d waited centuries to find her, had given up hope, and now, like a bolt from the blue there she was. Not even Lycan, but human. It was cruel, preposterous, but true. He had little tolerance for the species, but he ached to carry her home, cherish her, breed with her, howl with elation, but he quashed the instinct as his homosapien side surged to the fore—tread carefully, do not rush this—she may not understand.
“Caleb, what is it?” Nora’s telepathic voice quivered with unease.
He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, so consumed was he with the human before him. Her shape was visible through the silk of her gown. The night breeze had molded the thin white material to her womanly form. She was a vision. He was grateful it was a she-wolf beside him and not a male from his pack.
As he continued to stare, mouth agape and tongue lolling, the breeze picked up and she shivered. Her nipples punched out against the flimsy fabric. He whimpered. His heart pounded faster now as if he’d run for miles at top speed over the rugged terrain around his Black Mountain home.
“Caleb what’s wrong, can’t you hear me?” Nora’s voice was high-pitched now and sharper than normal.
Before he could speak the woman took a small tentative step toward Nora’s midnight snack. She reacted on natural impulse. Her fur stood on end, a menacing growl emanated from lips drawn back in a savage snarl baring sharp teeth. Crouched low and ready to spring, it was enough to have him recover his voice.
“Stay. The human is my mate. Threaten her and you threaten me.” As he sent the telepathic message, Nora dropped to her haunches, and with a whimper assumed a submissive position—she would not dare challenge him.
The command was issued with his sight still glued to his female. The stiffening breeze had whipped the ginger ringlets around her face giving a halo effect, but when her eyes widened and she trembled, it pierced his heart like a blade. He hated seeing her frightened, smelling her fear, but at this point there was little he could do.
What could be better than reading a biker book? When the biker is a beast !!!
Lara has to choose between the hunky, long hair, tattoo biker guy that she meets when her car breaks down or the clean , cute, normal looking Dr man that her family introduces her too. Oh the choice is so clear in my eyes! Lara is a vet and has always felt like she was living in her younger sister’s shadow. When she has to choose between two handsome guys will she go with the guy that her family will approve of or the only one that she really wants?!
Caleb has never really liked the human race, they are forever hunting his species down and trying to kill them or experimenting on them to see how they are different. One night out on a run he runs into the most amazing, person he has ever seen, or smell…. what is that smell, could it be after some years, could it be his mate.
Lara and Caleb both are hit with some huge surprises, will it pull them apart or bring them closer together.
I would rate this book 4 out of 5 fangs!
Independent reviewer for Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock.
About the Author:
Layne lives with her husband, two dogs, and a cat on the mid-eastern coast of New South Wales, Australia. In addition to being an author she has a degree in history and holds down a full-time job.
She has always been an avid reader and voraciously consumes all types of fiction, but she particularly loves a happy ending, so writing romance seemed a natural progression for her. But as she sat at the computer one day — staring at a blank screen — it all seemed rather daunting. Yet once she finally started tapping on the keys, the words kept flowing, and what was meant to be a short story turned into a full-blown novel, Desire Unleashed, the first book in the “Desire” series.
Layne writes contemporary romance, paranormal, and sci-fi. With her passion for travel and a love of history an historical romance is not outside the realms of possibility.
When she’s not writing, you might find her tackling a craft project, walking by the lake, or in the kitchen creating some culinary delights.
Website : http://www.laynemacadam.com
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Shamrocks left us with Patrick posing an intriguing question. What exactly happened during those twenty five years? We know that they got their happily ever after, but how did Patrick and Christi get there? Could love have a shelf life?
Meet the Author
Cayce Poponea currently resides in Southern Georgia, with her three dogs and wonderful husband. A true romantic at heart, she writes the type of fiction that she loves to read. When she isn’t setting behind her computer screen, creating yet another heart stopping, page turning novel. You can find her enjoying down time with her family.
Book #2 in the Loki’s Wolves series
by Melissa Snark
Survival demands sacrifice. Healing requires forgiveness.
After losing her lover and then her mate, Victoria Storm builds a new life in Sierra Pines, California. When the Norse Fates predict the she-wolf will destroy the world to save her unborn child, her duties as Freya’s priestess conflict with her responsibilities as Odin’s Valkyrie.
Sawyer Barrett has hunted Victoria so passionately, he doesn’t know whether he loves or hates her. Desperate to end the fighting, he will take chances with everything—except his heart. This hunter harbors a deadly secret he can’t reveal without risking the tentative ceasefire and his father’s continued disapproval.
Men revere him; monsters fear him. Jake Barrett—the notorious Hunter King—values loyalty to family above all else. When he believes his eldest son was murdered by a wolf ally, he releases a chain reaction of violent destruction that claims the lives of both wolves and hunters.
An ancient vampire plots the destruction of wolves and hunters alike. If the embittered rivalry doesn’t end quickly, there is no hope for the Hunters, Victoria’s pack, or the mortal world.
There stands an ash called Yggdrasil,
A mighty tree showered in hail.
Thence come the dews that fall in the vales.
It stands evergreen ‘bove Urd’s Well.
From there come women, very wise,
Three from the lake that stands ‘neath the pole.
One is called Urðr, another Verðandi,
Skuld the third; they carve into the tree,
Each child’s life and destiny.
~Völuspá or “The Insight of the Seeress”, Poetic Edda
Urd’s Well at the roots of the World Tree
The white wolf ran along the trunk of the great ash tree. Her claws dug into the silvery bark while she descended toward the bottom of the Nine Worlds. Thick gnarled roots radiated from the tree’s immense base and then grew thinner. Just beyond, the dark waters of the Well of Urd formed a vast lake spread outward into eternity.
There, destiny awaited: her future and her unborn child’s.
Upon reaching the sandy soil, Victoria shifted from her wolf to her human form and walked naked to join the women gathered about the shallow shore. The Norns, the Sisters Wyrd, personified Fate. One a maiden, one mature, the last a crone: Verðandi, Skuld, and Urðr.
At the lakeshore of the Well, the three sisters filled crude wooden bowls with water that nurtured the tree. The youngest sister, the beautiful maiden Verðandi who personified the Present, smiled in greeting. “You visit us again, Victoria Storm.”
“As you predicted I would.” Victoria spoke with deference. She sought guidance from the Norns and needed to curry their favor.
Skuld, an imposing woman in her middle years and the Future incarnation, labored in ominous silence beside her older sister, Urðr, a gnarled old woman and the Past aspect of Fate.
Without a word, wizened Urðr thrust the bowl she gripped in her bony fingers into Victoria’s hands. The vessel, hewn from weathered gray wood, had shallow sides and a broad, flat bottom. Securing a firm hold, Victoria stepped into the lake and grimaced when the frigid cold bit into her flesh. She placed the lip of the bowl to the water and then filled the container to the brim.
Old Urðr said, “The man you loved has died.”
Victoria winced. “Yes.”
Verðandi’s tone softened. “His soul is tormented.”
Victoria’s foot snagged on a stone, and she stumbled. Water sloshed over the brim and doused her hands. She lost half the contents of the container before she recovered her balance. Her throat worked in a convulsive swallow. “No, you’re mistaken. I was there when he died. I saw Daniel’s soul cross over.”
“I am not mistaken,” Verðandi said with genuine sorrow. The youngest Norn stepped away.
Mouth open, Victoria rushed after her, determined to demand the Present Fate provide her with a satisfactory explanation, but the old woman got in her way.
Urðr’s lips pulled thin over cracked and yellowed teeth, an expression more grimace than grin. “Your mate has also died, as have so many others. You leave a trail of death in your wake.”
“Also true.” Fuming with frustration, Victoria followed the Norns to the base of the tree. She walked slowly, placing each step with precision, taking care not to spill another drop.
The three sisters each took a turn watering the roots of the tree. Verðandi acted first, followed by the silent Skuld, and finally Urðr. The eldest persisted in taunting Victoria. “Your love and your mate were not the same man.”
Scowling, Victoria bent and poured water on a root until her bowl was empty.
“The past is the past. There is nothing I can do to alter it,” she said with determined pragmatism. “I’ve come to see you because I am pregnant.”
Youthful Verðandi clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “You doubt yourself. You drown in sorrow and anger.”
Ancient Urðr cackled.
“True enough.” Victoria bobbed her head once. Her temper roiled beneath ironclad self-control. She had no patience for delays, no use for games. She wanted answers.
Shadows enshrouded Skuld, and her voice manifested upon the air, thick and oppressive, closing in from all sides. “Your daughter will not grow to adulthood in Midgard.”
Victoria’s heart slammed against her breastbone. Her breath expelled in a horrified gust. The bowl dropped from her hands which flew to protect her abdomen. “What do you mean?”
“Your daughter will be taken from you on the eve of her third birthday,” Skuld said. “The one you trust most, a member of your own pack, will give the child over to your greatest enemy.”
A growl trembled in Victoria’s throat, and her entire body shook under the dual assault of fear and rage. The suggestion of betrayal from within her own pack filled her with disbelief to the core of her being. It was unthinkable. Gritting her teeth, she sought a solution, refusing to dwell on it. “How am I to prevent this?”
“We speak of what will come to pass,” Verðandi said in a sympathetic tone.
“Your predictions are not carved in stone,” Victoria said. Arguing with Fate was a foolish endeavor, but she refused to accept their prophecy.
The old woman, Urðr, smiled with a frightening gleam in her eyes. “Predictions, carved into the trunk of the World Tree, carved into the spiritual fabric of the world.”
Stubborn determination settled over Victoria like armor. Her mother had taught her there was no absolute fate, just as there was no absolute free will. Life consisted of a wide range of possibilities between the two extremes. She refused to allow her daughter to die at three years of age. She would move worlds, alter fate, slay gods.
Whatever it took.
“Do you wish to save your child?” Skuld asked.
Victoria answered without thought. “Yes. I’ll do anything. Tell me. Please.”
“The final days are upon us,” Verðandi said.
Skuld took over speaking. “To save your daughter, you will side with Loki against the Aesir. You will use your enchanted dagger to cut the binding of the great wolf Fenrir. You will be responsible for freeing the beast that kills Odin.”
Victoria’s stomach turned. Her head shook in automatic denial. “When the gods imprisoned Fenrir, my people pledged fealty to the Aesir. We have served them loyally ever since. Even when we were driven from the homeland, almost a millennium ago, we remained faithful. I will never cut Fenrir’s bonds. To do so would end the world we live in and doom us all.”
Skuld’s gaze held steady. “You will.”
Victoria snarled her denial. “No. I will never become the servant of the Trickster or willingly take part in bringing about Odin’s death.”
Skuld turned her head and pinned Victoria with one black eye that rolled in its socket like a liquid marble. “To save your daughter, you will.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Fast Facts About Melissa Snark:
- Melissa Snark is published with The Wild Rose Press & as an Indie author with five unique titles: A CAT’S TALE, THE MATING GAME, LEARNING TO FLY, THE CHILD THIEF, and HUNGER MOON.
- Her Loki’s Wolves series includes THE CHILD THIEF, HUNGER MOON and BATTLE CRY.
- She lives in the San Francisco bay area with her husband, three children and a glaring of cats.
- She is a professional cat herder and unrepentant satirist who blogs about books and writing on The Snarkology: http://melissasnark.blogspot.com/
Connect with Melissa Snark:
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Genre: paranormal romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: 12/10/14
Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor
Andromeda Reynolds is being hunted. After witnessing her mother’s violent death at the hands of a pack of wolf shifters, Andie has devoted her life to protecting her community of cougar shifters from a similar fate. But now, a greater threat lies within her own dare, and she must run. If she stays, Kyle Carstairs will force their mating, seeking the added political power their union would provide.
Andie would rather chew off her own foot than end up with Kyle. Though, knowing him, she won’t live long either way. Andie’s only hope of survival is to mate Jaxon Keller, the Alpha of the Keller Dare with which she is seeking asylum. But before she can get to him, Andie must first go through A.J., one of the Alpha’s Protectors.
What Andie doesn’t realize is that A.J. has secrets of his own. All Andie knows is that the incredibly frustrating shifter insists on challenging her story, her skills, her trust… and her heart.
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He glanced down at her. “You really are a tiny thing, aren’t you?”
Andie scowled. “Don’t let my size fool you. I can pack a wallop when I want to. Even with a broken arm.”
A.J. laughed. “I’m sure you can.”
Andie stared straight ahead, her mouth thinning. She hated being patronized. Men were so dense sometimes. They never took her seriously until she showed them exactly why they should.
Keeping her left arm protected, Andie suddenly dropped. One leg shot out and she spun low to the ground, sweeping A.J.’s feet out from under him. As he landed on his back, she was on top of him, her knee on his windpipe—not crushing, just sending a message.
Before she could gloat too much, though, she was flying through the air. Andie tucked into a back flip, landed on her feet, and then spun and launched herself backwards in a one-handed back handspring. A.J. had just gotten on his feet when her legs wrapped around his neck. She used her momentum to drop him back to the floor.
Andie rolled and ended up in a crouch close by. A.J. held up his hands in surrender. “All right, wildcat. You’ve proved yourself.”
Andie glared at him. “Don’t doubt me. And don’t insult my intelligence by pretending you just lost either,” she said in a severe voice, made harsher, perhaps, by the fact that she’d just realized exactly how incredible his blue eyes were. They were a vibrant color made even more interesting by the black ring that rimmed the irises. And she was more than irritated with herself for having noticed that at all.
He levered himself up off the floor. “Fair enough.”
The only thing that kept her from proving her point more—because she could tell he’d held back—was the small amount of respect she could see in his eyes. With a brusque nod, she followed him down the hall.
About the Author:
Award-winning paranormal and contemporary romance author, Abigail Owen was born in Greeley, Colorado, and raised in Austin, Texas. She now resides in Northern California with her husband and two adorable children who are the center of her universe.
Abigail grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. A fourth generation graduate of Texas A&M University, she attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it.
Expected Release Date: March 30, 2015
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Waking up hitched to the girl he’d been in love with since they were sixteen suited Jared just fine. He was in no hurry to cut those papers up, no matter how hard the new Mrs. Dumont insisted she was no good for him. He wasn’t going to let her keep them apart, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her walk away now that she belonged to him.
But can Jared accept the demons snapping at Calla’s heels? Can he convince her they were perfect for each other? And what will happen when they learn that getting married was the least of their problems?
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Maybe it was the alcohol clouding his thoughts, or the fact that he’d been dying to taste her since they were sixteen, but he kissed her. He kissed her like he was drowning and she was the only source of air available. He kissed her with all the madness, need, and desperation pounding through him like a marching band. And she moaned deliciously and melted into him. Her arms tightened and she staggered up onto her toes for more. Her breasts crushed into the plane of his chest, the nipples hard and prodding despite the layers of clothes between them. She tasted like champagne and the chocolate off the cake. His already over intoxicated brain went straight into the red zone, the point of no return.“Stop!” He viciously pried his mouth off hers. “Stop or God help me, I’ll take you right here.”Eyes a stormy blue of all the emotions roaring through him, she stared up at him with her cheeks flushed and her lips a wet, swollen mockery driving him to madness.“I’m not easy,” she whispered, her voice a hoarse croak.
Jared wanted to laugh, but couldn’t find the sense. “Jesus, baby, there’s nothing easy about you.”
Exposure, Book One of the Exposure Series, is available for review
La Mesa, CA – Annie Jocoby, author of 7 contemporary romances and 3 new adult contemporary romances is excited to announce the release of Exposure. This fast-paced sexy novel is the first book of a planned trilogy.
Photographer CJ Parker is a woman who has literally not gone outside for the past six months. She’s been hiding from the world, and from life, ever since an unimaginable tragedy forced her into seclusion.
On the one day where she decides to finally venture outside, she meets the mysterious billionaire, Asher Sloane. Dark-headed, magnetic, and gorgeous, Asher drips sex and animal magnetism. He draws CJ out of her shell and into the world, while showing her things that she never knew existed.
What CJ doesn’t know is that Asher has a dangerous past. Behind his beautiful blue eyes and confident demeanor lies dark secrets that, if they are brought to light, could mean the end of CJ and Asher’s relationship.
Will the exposure of Asher’s past destroy them?
This book is a cliffhanger. I love CJ. She is a great character that has been through a lot in this book. CJ is strong for overcoming her fears. Asher is a great man for helping CJ find love. I don’t like the way this book ended. I like CJ because she deserves to find love and happiness. I like Asher for trying to help CJ in her journey. I also like Scarlett as a character. She tries to help CJ as much as she can. Their friendship shows you what real friends should be like. I don’t like Sophie. She is not nice to other people and only thinks of herself. I hope that the next book continues with CJ and Asher being in love. 5 fangs.
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Kate is a witch, born and bred. With her boyfriend, Ethan, and his brother Russell, she has made a satisfying life for herself, fighting evil and protecting those she cares for. During one of those battles, Kate is transported far away, with no memory of who and what she is. Believing her dead, a depressed Ethan tries to go on with his life. When Kate recovers her memory and returns, she finds him in the arms of another woman. Furious, she vows that she’s done with him, done with her life as a witch, and determines to prove that she doesn’t love him anymore.
But Kate has caught the attention of a powerful evil, and she is now the hunted. Can she and Ethan find their way back to each other? And if they do, will dark magic tear them apart again?
It all started with a song.
Roxana Nights was late to another gig, thanks to her first love and drummer. It’s been years since she left Jordan, but he won’t let her go. Then she hears a voice that pulls her under a spell and changes her whole world.
Trevor Malone just moved to Seattle with his band. Music is his only passion, until he lays eyes on Roxana. He’s never felt anything as strong as the pull to her. Now he needs to find a way to introduce her to his world.
There’s only one problem. A rival clan won’t rest until they’ve taken Trevor’s down. Unwilling to let old grudges die, they target Roxy. Trevor will do anything to keep her safe.
Roxy learns that the world she writes is closer to reality than she ever imagined, and that not all monsters are evil, though some are ruthless.
Will love stay strong when the past comes out? Can they survive the centuries old vendetta?
©2014 Brandy L Rivers (P)2015 Brandy L Rivers
I love Brandy’s writing, with every book i read, the more I fall in love with her all over again.
Roxana “Roxy” Nights is the lead singer in a band with her brother, and his two friends, one of whom is her cheating ex-boyfriend. Complicated much?! When one night Roxy sees the man of her dreams who has a voice like an angel. That night will change Roxy’s life forever!
Trevor Malone is a werewolf, who has an Irish accent that will knock your socks off and a body that will make you melt into a puddle on the floor! The night Trevor laid his eyes on Roxy he knew that she was his mate, now he has to convince Roxy of that fact.
These two had such chemistry from the start, it was great watching them evolve into such an amazing love story.
The secondary characters were comical, and full of personality. The story had some great twist to it, along with some mystery and suspense. I merely had one suggestion, when finding a nickname or term of endearment be careful on how many times it’s used in a short amount of time. Overall, this book was a home run for me and I truly can’t wait to read more from this series!
I would rate this book 5 out 5 fangs!
“Only the living are so persistent. The dead seem to understand that time is no longer an issue for them.”
Brita is at best a reluctant psychic, and Chief of Police James Weston is the “poster boy for conservative.” Can he accept the unimaginable?
Brita Madison has found a sanctuary in Williams, Arizona, a refuge from the multitude of visions and voices that have chased her all her life. Then one vision touches her soul, and she finds herself embroiled in the middle of a missing person’s case with a woman’s life at stake. Little does she know that this is only the beginning.
Brita’s visions uncover a trail of murders centered around the historic Route 66. As Brita steps deeper into the world she has been trying to escape, she and Weston are in a race against time to identify the serial killer. This journey threatens to tear apart their lives as well as those closest to them.
“Chasing after the shadows left behind by sick minds is damaging to one’s soul when you are just following the clues. Vicariously experiencing the trauma through visions like Brita’s would have to tear at the very fabric of your being.” – Chief of Police James Weston
Paranormal abilities related to the mind intrigue me because they draw attention to the possibilities that lie outside the acceptable range of thinking for most people. Stories that embrace the paranormal make the reader want to dig deeper and reach higher to partake of such miraculous experiences, to step outside the humdrum of one’s normal life. Whether the stories are mysteries, suspense, or romance, the paranormal element allows a writer to present a unique perspective.
As an empathic writer, I experience an altered state when I sit down to the keyboard. I am not able to daydream about my story or work it all out in my head when I am away from the keyboard. Once my fingers are on the keys, I step into the characters emotionally. In writing the story, I experience intensely personal relationships with them, despite their being fictional. I feel their pain, their joy, and allow them to lead the way in unfolding the story. In writing all my books, including the nonfiction, it has been a dedicated investment of energy, and I am truly grateful for the experiences.
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