Finally did a wrap-up of NaNoWriMo. Yes, I did finish. Also some shout outs to some awesome people in the video.
Namely Jessa Russo, Kelly (aka the Adorable Psycho), Jason (aka Lord of the Dance), Rachel Horwitz, and the amazing Victoria Schwab.
'Till Next time.
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Friday, December 13, 2013
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Blog Tour: Evade by Jessa Russo
First off, a huge apology to my friend Jessa for not getting this posted earlier. I am a bad monkey. :( Anyway, this post was SUPPOSED to go live about 14 hours ago. And for that, I am very sorry.
So, today we are, once again, joined by the wonderful, awesome (and forgiving!) Jessa Russo. This time for her blog tour promoting her newest book, EVADE. If this book is anything like the first one, EVER, it'll be awesome, sweet, a little steamy, and a good story. I wish I could say I have read it, but I haven't. I've been busy (as the lack of my usual blog posts should indicate).
So here's Jessa again! Because, it's her blog tour and this is a great picture. :D
Jessa's Links:
Now, the reason behind this stop is to give you all a glimpse into the playlist that helped inspire Jessa.
EVADE – Playlist
The Neighbourhood – SWEATER WEATHER
Tom Petty – MARY JANE’S LAST DANCE
No Doubt – SOMETIMES
Lissie – NOTHING ELSE MATTERS
Queen Kwong – BABY DID A BAD BAD THING – Ariadne!!!
Avicii / Aloe Blacc – WAKE ME UP
Paramore – STILL INTO YOU – Ever!
The Rolling Stones – MISS YOU – Toby!
The Neighbourhood – SWEATER WEATHER
Tom Petty – MARY JANE’S LAST DANCE
No Doubt – SOMETIMES
Lissie – NOTHING ELSE MATTERS
Queen Kwong – BABY DID A BAD BAD THING – Ariadne!!!
Avicii / Aloe Blacc – WAKE ME UP
Paramore – STILL INTO YOU – Ever!
The Rolling Stones – MISS YOU – Toby!
EVADE's Links:
EVER's Links:
Amazon | Goodreads | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Media KitCurrently Ever is 99 cents, so go out there and read it. It's good.
'Till Next Time.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Cover Reveal: EVADE by Jessa Russo
If you haven't noticed, I like cover reveals. Not because they are easy (not necessarily because I don't have to come up with content...usually), but because I love promoting other authors. It helps if I like the story (which in this case I do).
Anyway, Jessa is a sweet person and writes a fascinating and sweet story in her first novel EVER. Where a girl falls in love with the ghost of her best friend. Now we have the sequel titled EVADE. The cover to EVER was gorgeous. The cover to EVADE is better.
So, how about that cover...
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What do you guys think?
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Anyway, Jessa is a sweet person and writes a fascinating and sweet story in her first novel EVER. Where a girl falls in love with the ghost of her best friend. Now we have the sequel titled EVADE. The cover to EVER was gorgeous. The cover to EVADE is better.
So, how about that cover...
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In this thrilling sequel, Ever Van Ruysdael's race to beat the odds—and the clock—begins with the introduction of an integral part of her past. As secrets are revealed, and truths uncovered, she learns her imminent death is the least of her problems: Ariadne did more than just put an expiration date on her life; she marked Ever's soul by upping its value for greedy collectors looking to buy their freedom.
Condemned by the countdown on her life, and hunted by hired Seekers, Ever’s journey leads her to question everything she’s known and everyone she’s trusted, while growing closer to the one person from her past she was determined to avoid—and the one guy she never could—Toby James.
With her ex-boyfriend by her side, and the countdown clock rapidly ticking away, Ever tries thwarting fate’s plans. But as her nineteenth birthday approaches, and desperate Seekers follow her every move, she may be too late.
EVADE'S LINKS:
GRAB A COPY OF EVER: Book One of The EVER Trilogy!
COVER CREDIT:
Cover Design: Blue Sky Designs / Michelle Johnson Illustrations Website
What do you guys think?
'Till Next Time.
Monday, June 24, 2013
June 2013 #writemotivation Wrap-Up and #fundsforfeaky
June is almost over and I feel like I accomplished very little. Some of it is my fault (*cough*Skyrim*cough*), some is just life in general. That doesn't mean I failed. Failure is not in my #writemotivation vocabulary. As long as I get something done, I'm not a failure. Did I meet my goals? Yes. But I still don't feel like I wrote as much as I should.
We took a lot of pictures of Michelle because she had the best facial expressions. I'll be nice and not post an embarrassing one...I'll keep those for blackmail later.
Now on to July's goals.
For more info on the auction and how you can help, go to Jessa Russo's blog. There are links to the various auction items. If you don't want to help her directly, there are other people affected by the flood who have lost jobs and homes.
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- Try not to kill my muse Done. Muse is cooperating and adding more stories to my brain...
- Write up character stuff and whatnot for “Snapshot”, aka the Uber Plot Bunny. I did that and even wrote the first chapter.
- Blog once a week. Done.
- Cheer on my buddies. On blogs and even on twitter. Plus I attended a virtual meetup and made Michelle laugh so hard she just about fell out of her chair.
- Try not to obsess about HJ being at Mentor Agent. Done. *twitch* Got an email from my mentor letting me know that I should be hearing from them soon. MEEEEP!
We took a lot of pictures of Michelle because she had the best facial expressions. I'll be nice and not post an embarrassing one...I'll keep those for blackmail later.
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| I was laughing so hard I was crying. |
Now on to July's goals.
- Try to write every day or do something involving writing (really didn't do that in June and ended up flopping around like a dying goldfish)
- Finish up my beta read (if I don't finish it before the end of June)
- Cheer my #writemotivation pals on
- Blog once a week.
For more info on the auction and how you can help, go to Jessa Russo's blog. There are links to the various auction items. If you don't want to help her directly, there are other people affected by the flood who have lost jobs and homes.
'Till Next Time
Friday, February 15, 2013
Evade by Jessa Russo Blog Hop
If I were not an honest person, I would say that I had already read Ever. If I were a better person, I would have read, loved, and rated Ever before this blog post. Unfortunately, I am an honest person, so I will have to admit to my failures.
Frankly, I owe Jessa a HUUUUUUGE apology for not getting this done. Yes, I have been busy. Several life things have gotten in the way...as well as getting sucked into the rabbit hole of my own writing.
That being said, I will not fail in recommending a character for Evade (the second book in the Ever trilogy). For what it is worth, I have read the first few pages and I'm totally hooked.
See, her instructions were pretty clear. Come up with a character. Pretty simple. The part I forgot to do was read Ever so I could ensure that my character could fit. Err....ok...well, we'll just have to use my warp imagination and see if I can come up with something. It's YA. I write YA. It has ghosts. I wrote a ghost story. I can do this.
It's a tough choice. Good or evil (or as Jessa says "Douchecanoe").
Although, I personally love being portrayed as a villain, I think I will put vanity aside and suggest someone else.
Decisions...decisions.
'Till Next Time
Frankly, I owe Jessa a HUUUUUUGE apology for not getting this done. Yes, I have been busy. Several life things have gotten in the way...as well as getting sucked into the rabbit hole of my own writing.
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| Please forgive me! |
That being said, I will not fail in recommending a character for Evade (the second book in the Ever trilogy). For what it is worth, I have read the first few pages and I'm totally hooked.
See, her instructions were pretty clear. Come up with a character. Pretty simple. The part I forgot to do was read Ever so I could ensure that my character could fit. Err....ok...well, we'll just have to use my warp imagination and see if I can come up with something. It's YA. I write YA. It has ghosts. I wrote a ghost story. I can do this.
It's a tough choice. Good or evil (or as Jessa says "Douchecanoe").
Although, I personally love being portrayed as a villain, I think I will put vanity aside and suggest someone else.
Decisions...decisions.
- Name: Susan
- Age: 16
- Gender: Female
- Good or bad? Good
- Description: 5'9". Slender. Medium length wavy dark blond hair. Hazel eyes. Glasses. Smart, quiet, and a little shy. Can be goofy around people she knows. Comes across as fairly straight laced but has a wicked sense of humor in situations where she's comfortable.
'Till Next Time
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Sweet Evaline (Ever Blog Hop Entry)
So, Jessa Russo, author the upcoming novel, Ever, is having a blog hop giveaway event...thing. A bunch (19 so far!) of us signed up here. The rules were pretty simple. Write a ghost story in 1000 words or less. It can be whatever we want as long as it has ghosts...and no super smutty stuff.
Now all you, my dear readers, must do is visit the blogs and vote in the comments of each story that you like. Seriously, all of us worked hard on these and if you like it you need to vote.
How to vote: Comment at the end of the end of each post. You must have the word "VOTE" in your comment for it to be considered valid.
VOTING IS OPEN UNTIL SEPTEMBER 30TH!!!!
VOTING IS CLOSED
Now, without further ado, I give you my ghost story of love, loss, and death...
His lips are so soft and warm against mine. I could lose myself in this kiss. If only it were were that easy. I crush the rising guilt. Jeremy is the perfect boy, handsome, strong, and he adores me. He would do anything for me, would give me anything I wanted.
He’s not who I want him to be, but that is about to change. I sigh and pull back from him. Time is wasting and the moon is almost at its highest.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” I love his southern drawl. It suits him. His brown hair hangs loose around his head. His dark soulful brown eyes swallow me up. I wonder for the hundredth time, what will change when the ritual will be complete and I’ll be united with my Nicholas.
“Nothin’,” I say as I trail a finger down his broad chest. “Jus’ thinkin’ about you, Sugah.” A giggle escapes my lips as I think about my hands exploring him. Nicholas will love this body. He’s been without for so long.
A playful smile dances across his perfect lips as he pulls me close. The heat of his body warms me on the cold October night. My pulse jumps at the feel of his body. It makes thinking difficult. I need to focus. Things have to be done precisely or all is lost, that is what Nicholas told me. Tonight, in the circle, at the moon’s apex. I close my eyes and lean my cheek against Jeremy’s chest and breathe in his sent, horses, sweat, and leather.
I remember the first time I met Nicholas. It was here in this graveyard, cliché I know, but it’s true. I like to wander the gravesites and look at the old stones. The markers for people loved and lost lined up in neat little rows. I love to see the ones where husband and wife are buried together, side by side, after a long happy marriage with children and grandchildren and great-great grandchildren.
I found Nicholas’ stone in an old unused part of the cemetery. There the stones were so warn their names were almost gone. Some were just rubble, destroyed by time and the elements. Nobody visits that part of the cemetery anymore.
Nicholas’ stone was the oldest one there. It was a simple flat stone, the name lost to time and covered with lichen. I ran my fingers over it, feeling the rough stone and the slight indentations from a name. He came to me then. A soft whisper, a voice on the wind. I didn’t believe it at first, but every time I came back, his voice became stronger.
Sometimes I felt his ghostly fingers caressing my face and leaving cold, tingling lines where he touched me. I fell in love with him and he with me. He had been so lonely there in the cemetery, so lost and alone. Nobody could hear him until I came. He told me about the ritual where we could be together. I just needed to find the right body, someone strong and simple. Someone I could convince to come with me to the cemetery on a chilly night in October.
I knew it wouldn’t be hard. Jeremy has always had a thing for me. Something, I’m ashamed to say, I’ve taken advantage of. I knew he would come with me to the cemetery. I told him I loved being out here in the dark where no one could see me. He jumped at the chance when I told him that I wanted him to be with me and kiss me in the moonlight.
“Do you love me?” I ask Nicholas.
Jeremy’s chest rumbles. “Darlin’, I’ve always loved you.”
His voice caresses my ears and my heartbeat quickens. Jeremy’s arms tighten around me and the guilt rises. I hope the ritual doesn’t hurt. Nicholas says it won’t, but Jeremy is so sweet and innocent. I push away. Jeremy looks hurt.
Have faith, my love. It will all be over soon and we’ll be together…Forever.
Nicholas voice calms my jumping nerves and I manage a week smile at Jeremy.
“I’m sorry, Sugah. I just didn’t expect you ta say anythin’.” My nerves settle as a big grin flashes across Jeremy’s beautiful face.
“That’s ok, darlin’. Now where’s this grave stone you wanted to show me?”
I take his large hand and lead him toward where Nicholas’ stone lies. The full moon lights our way, unnaturally bright. I draw him to a stop before the small simple stone.
Jeremy looks down at the stone, “It ain’t much to look at.”
I silently step out of the circle I drew with salt and goat’s blood and whisper the words that Nicholas taught me. I prick my finger with a small sharp knife and let the blood drop. I know I’ve done it right when the hair on my arms stands on end.
“What?” Jeremy swings around with a surprised look on his face. I feel tears streaming down my face as a ghostly form raises from the ground at his feet and envelopes him and then disappears into his mouth and nose. Jeremy stands perfectly still for a moment before giving me a wink. It’s the sign.
I quickly scuff the circle with my foot and rush into Nicholas arms, my heart singing with joy.
Nicholas smiles down from Jeremy’s face and takes the knife from my hand.
“Just one more thing before the ritual is complete, love.” His voice is different, sounds English. I gasp in pain as he swipes the knife across my throat. He carefully lowers me to the ground as blood pours down my chest.
I try to speak, but my voice doesn’t work. Nicholas smiles at me as he gently lays me down.
“I suppose I should properly introduce myself, now that I have a body. My name’s Jack." He holds the knife before my face and grinned as my vision started to fade.
Now all you, my dear readers, must do is visit the blogs and vote in the comments of each story that you like. Seriously, all of us worked hard on these and if you like it you need to vote.
How to vote: Comment at the end of the end of each post. You must have the word "VOTE" in your comment for it to be considered valid.
VOTING IS CLOSED
Sweet Evaline
His lips are so soft and warm against mine. I could lose myself in this kiss. If only it were were that easy. I crush the rising guilt. Jeremy is the perfect boy, handsome, strong, and he adores me. He would do anything for me, would give me anything I wanted.
He’s not who I want him to be, but that is about to change. I sigh and pull back from him. Time is wasting and the moon is almost at its highest.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” I love his southern drawl. It suits him. His brown hair hangs loose around his head. His dark soulful brown eyes swallow me up. I wonder for the hundredth time, what will change when the ritual will be complete and I’ll be united with my Nicholas.
“Nothin’,” I say as I trail a finger down his broad chest. “Jus’ thinkin’ about you, Sugah.” A giggle escapes my lips as I think about my hands exploring him. Nicholas will love this body. He’s been without for so long.
A playful smile dances across his perfect lips as he pulls me close. The heat of his body warms me on the cold October night. My pulse jumps at the feel of his body. It makes thinking difficult. I need to focus. Things have to be done precisely or all is lost, that is what Nicholas told me. Tonight, in the circle, at the moon’s apex. I close my eyes and lean my cheek against Jeremy’s chest and breathe in his sent, horses, sweat, and leather.
I remember the first time I met Nicholas. It was here in this graveyard, cliché I know, but it’s true. I like to wander the gravesites and look at the old stones. The markers for people loved and lost lined up in neat little rows. I love to see the ones where husband and wife are buried together, side by side, after a long happy marriage with children and grandchildren and great-great grandchildren.
I found Nicholas’ stone in an old unused part of the cemetery. There the stones were so warn their names were almost gone. Some were just rubble, destroyed by time and the elements. Nobody visits that part of the cemetery anymore.
Nicholas’ stone was the oldest one there. It was a simple flat stone, the name lost to time and covered with lichen. I ran my fingers over it, feeling the rough stone and the slight indentations from a name. He came to me then. A soft whisper, a voice on the wind. I didn’t believe it at first, but every time I came back, his voice became stronger.
Sometimes I felt his ghostly fingers caressing my face and leaving cold, tingling lines where he touched me. I fell in love with him and he with me. He had been so lonely there in the cemetery, so lost and alone. Nobody could hear him until I came. He told me about the ritual where we could be together. I just needed to find the right body, someone strong and simple. Someone I could convince to come with me to the cemetery on a chilly night in October.
I knew it wouldn’t be hard. Jeremy has always had a thing for me. Something, I’m ashamed to say, I’ve taken advantage of. I knew he would come with me to the cemetery. I told him I loved being out here in the dark where no one could see me. He jumped at the chance when I told him that I wanted him to be with me and kiss me in the moonlight.
“Do you love me?” I ask Nicholas.
Jeremy’s chest rumbles. “Darlin’, I’ve always loved you.”
His voice caresses my ears and my heartbeat quickens. Jeremy’s arms tighten around me and the guilt rises. I hope the ritual doesn’t hurt. Nicholas says it won’t, but Jeremy is so sweet and innocent. I push away. Jeremy looks hurt.
Have faith, my love. It will all be over soon and we’ll be together…Forever.
Nicholas voice calms my jumping nerves and I manage a week smile at Jeremy.
“I’m sorry, Sugah. I just didn’t expect you ta say anythin’.” My nerves settle as a big grin flashes across Jeremy’s beautiful face.
“That’s ok, darlin’. Now where’s this grave stone you wanted to show me?”
I take his large hand and lead him toward where Nicholas’ stone lies. The full moon lights our way, unnaturally bright. I draw him to a stop before the small simple stone.
Jeremy looks down at the stone, “It ain’t much to look at.”
I silently step out of the circle I drew with salt and goat’s blood and whisper the words that Nicholas taught me. I prick my finger with a small sharp knife and let the blood drop. I know I’ve done it right when the hair on my arms stands on end.
“What?” Jeremy swings around with a surprised look on his face. I feel tears streaming down my face as a ghostly form raises from the ground at his feet and envelopes him and then disappears into his mouth and nose. Jeremy stands perfectly still for a moment before giving me a wink. It’s the sign.
I quickly scuff the circle with my foot and rush into Nicholas arms, my heart singing with joy.
Nicholas smiles down from Jeremy’s face and takes the knife from my hand.
“Just one more thing before the ritual is complete, love.” His voice is different, sounds English. I gasp in pain as he swipes the knife across my throat. He carefully lowers me to the ground as blood pours down my chest.
I try to speak, but my voice doesn’t work. Nicholas smiles at me as he gently lays me down.
“I suppose I should properly introduce myself, now that I have a body. My name’s Jack." He holds the knife before my face and grinned as my vision started to fade.
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