Welcome back, @PandoraSpocksWP

Hello, Bloggers!!

I’m excited to welcome back Author Pandora Spocks to the site today.

Pandora is sharing about her recently released Contemporary Erotic Romance book, WARRIOR MINE. Get ready to enjoy all the details below!


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The Basics:

Title: Warrior Mine (Dream Dominant Collection Book 4)
Release Date: August 14, 2018
Genres: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
Word count: 115,887
Author: Pandora Spocks
Cover Design: Linzi Basset
AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER at this Universal Link: books2read.com/WarriorMine

Blurb:

She is the perfect combination of princess and warrior.

Scott Nielsen and Jackie Walker.
Their attraction is instant from the moment they meet.
But he’s Dominant.  And no way is she submissive.
Is it a missed connection?  Or a divine appointment?

Scott Nielsen is ready for change.  He’s walked away from his career as a wilderness counselor, planning to start his own outdoor survival school.  He looks up his old friend and former colleague Blake Walker, intent on leasing space at Blake’s family’s remote wilderness guest lodge.  That’s where he meets Blake’s sister Jackie, who runs the lodge with her brother’s help.  Her strength and independence intrigue Scott.  A single mom, Jackie has no intention of being anyone’s submissive.

In his personal life, Scott is tired of casual sex in the BDSM club scene.  Envious watching his buddy Blake fall head over heels for his own submissive, Scott thinks he might be ready to take the plunge himself.  As he and Jackie spend time together, he’s enchanted with her inner Warrior Princess.  But Jackie’s been burned before.  And she has two children who are her priority, not to mention the business to run.   As independent as she is, she can’t see relinquishing her power to a man, not even one she’s falling for.

Scott’s heart aches at the idea of not having Jackie in his life.  Can she take another chance on love, or will she insist on ignoring her submissive soul?

If you enjoyed LOST & BOUND, you’ll love this spin-off stand-alone story.

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Pandora Spocks is a sassy ginger and hopeless romantic, living her happily ever after in South Florida.  She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic romance.

She is the author of the three-novel epic romance Rannigan’s Redemption, modern-day adult fairy tale Chasing Ordinary, and a naughty little romantic novella, Just One Night.  Her Dream Dominant Collection is a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels featuring sexy Alpha males and the strong red-haired submissives who can’t resist them.  The collection currently includes four novels: Luke & Bella, Lost & Bound, For Sparrow, and Warrior Mine.

Pandora is busy on her laptop, working on her next spicy romance.

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Excerpt 1

“It’s a gorgeous day,” Scott commented.

“It really is.  I haven’t been out in the woods like this in a long time.”

Scott watched her appraisingly.  “Are you much of a camper?”

“I can hold my own.”  She lifted her chin, and he saw a glint of challenge in her eye.

“I imagine you can,” he smiled to himself.

He watched her dig the toe of her boot into the soft black earth and push it into a small heap.  “So let’s talk, Jackie.”

She exhaled loudly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her grip her hands so tightly together, her knuckles were white.

“This makes you nervous,” he observed.

“Well, yeah!  You’re over here wanting me to agree to be some kind of…I don’t know what…slave, I guess.  That’s so not me.”

“You’re right, it’s not.  I see in you a submissive soul, but a slave is not remotely what I have in mind.  Jackie,” he straddled the log to face her, “you’re a strong, smart, sexy lady.  I admire the hell out of you.”

“So why do you want me to give all that up?”

“I don’t want you to give anything up.  I love all those things about you.”  He laughed softly.  “I love that you challenge me.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Jackie’s expression was dubious.  “I don’t understand what you want from me.  Am I supposed to run and jump into your arms like Amy does Blake?”  She rolled her eyes.

Scott had to laugh.  “You’re not a slave, and you’re definitely not a baby girl like Amy, either.”  He gave her a side-long glance.  “Amy’s a sweet girl, but she’d drive me nuts.  A Daddy Dom I am not.”

“Good, because there’s no way I’m calling you Daddy.”

“Our dynamic would be more King and Princess.  You’d call me Sire.”

He was pleased when he saw her reluctant smile.  “All I want is for you to let go and allow me to lead you, to help you be free to be your true self.  You can depend on me, Jackie.”

Restlessly, Jackie got up and paced back and forth.  “It’s not like it’s just me, Scott.  I’m a mother.  I have two kids to care for, and they have to be my priority.  I can’t decide I’m going to just go off and do whatever I want.  Plus, there’s the business…”

She stopped pacing and faced him.  “I’m a whole ‘package deal’.  You don’t need all that.  You should be out meeting women who aren’t so tied down.”

Scott couldn’t stop the smirk as the image of a nude Jackie tied to the posts of a bed flashed through his mind.  She must have realized it because she blushed bright red.

He gave in to the temptation to tease her just a little.  “I’ve met my share of women, Jackie.  Women who don’t mind being tied down.”

He chuckled.  “I’ve done the club scene, and I’m tired of casual sex.  When Blake told me he’d found someone, I must admit, I felt envious.  I took a hard look at my life and I realized it was time to make a change.  I had no idea I’d meet someone so quickly.”

Arms crossed, she stood ten yards away.  He considered going to her, but changed his mind, allowing her space.

“I’m attracted to you, Jackie, in a way I haven’t been to anyone else.  You have no idea how hard it was for me to resist you that night you came to my room.  Hell, to resist you last night.  You’re beautiful, Jackie, in case no one’s told you in a while.  That one perfect exposed breast?  I’ve had dreams about that.”

Jackie blushed, wrapping her arms more tightly around herself.

“Together we have an explosive chemistry.  I know you feel it, too.  I’m dying to take you to the next level.”

Arms still crossed, she shrugged.  “Yeah, we have physical chemistry.  Maybe it’s because it’s been a long time for me, I don’t know.  And I appreciate the things you’ve done, like taking care of things when Emma was sick, and Jesus, you saved Grant’s life.”

She started pacing again.  “And you washed my hair.  I couldn’t believe you did that.    So when you say, Now be my submissive,” she deepened her voice to imitate Scott, “it’s like I owe you.”

“You don’t owe me, Jackie.  I washed your hair because it was what you needed.  That’s what a Dom does.”  He gazed out through the woods and exhaled sharply.  “I think you’ve read too many so-called BDSM books about sadist Dominants.  That’s not what we’re talking about.  We’re talking about safe, sane, and consensual.  Always.”  He looked back at her.  “You can depend on me, Jackie.  I’ve got you.”

She walked to the edge of the clearing, her back to him.  Her voice was small.  “What if I depend on you, and you leave?  I don’t think I could survive that.  Better to be on my own and know what I’m getting.”

“Jackie, I’m not him.  I’m not that guy.”

Scott couldn’t stay away from her any longer.  He approached her, tentatively reaching out to touch her shoulder.  “I’m this guy, right here, asking you to let me share your burden, to lighten your load, and set you free.”

She reached up to put her hand on his.  Her voice was small.  “I don’t know if I can do that.”

Leaning down, he kissed her hand.  “Fair enough.”


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Welcome back, Jane Liu!!

Hello, Bloggers!!

I am pleased to welcome returning guest, Jane Liu, to the site today.

Jane has an awesome YouTube Channel and has previously shared some great info on beauty products. (Check out those previous posts here and here.) Today, Jane is sharing a book review with us, and I can’t wait to hear what she says…

Enjoy!!


Turtles All The Way Down Book Review

Turtles All The Way Down is written by the famous youtuber and writer John Green. John is known for his young adult novels such as The Fault In Our Stars, Paper Towns, and Looking for Alaska. Turtles All The Way Down was published in Oct 2017, has 286 pages and is a huge page turner!

Plot: Turtles All The Way Down is about a teenage girl, Aza, who goes on a missing persons hunt with her best friend Daisey. This missing person just so happen to be her friend and love interest’s dad. At first, I thought this was going to be like Paper Town, but ohhhhhh lord no, it isn’t!  Very early on, and along the way we learn about Aza’s OCD and her crippling anxieties which not only affects her physical health but also her relationships with others. John Green develops the main character Aza as well as the side characters and make them both relatable and real. Although the book is a young adult novel, it touches upon very adult topics such as mental health, wealth/money, crime, and death.

What I loved about this book is how little details make the characters and story relatable. John is great with providing pieces of details or comments along the way that helps the reader visualize the scene and feel immersed in the storyline. Of course, being someone who personally struggle with mental health, I was glad to read Aza’s story and couldn’t help but feel better about myself because there’s someone else out there who can relate.

Due to John’s influence online and in the Youtube community, readers, after reading Turtles All The Way Down, began sharing their own stories of mental health battles. All these stories are supportive and positive for others out there who may be experiencing the same. This book not only told one story of a girl named Aza, but it also in turn, told million others’.

For anyone struggling with mental health, or know of anyone, especially teens struggling with mental health, I’d highly recommend sharing this book. It helped me feel not so alone and I hope it will for others as well.

If you read this book, let me know what you thought! And feel free to check out my more in depth review of the book below!


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Meet Author J.G. MacLeod, @jgmacleodauthor

Hello, bloggers!

I am pleased to welcome to my site the lovely J.G. MacLeod, Author of Abalone. Today, J.G. is sharing with us details about her first novel.

Enjoy…


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Author Bio:

J.G. MacLeod has always been an avid reader and writer. As a child, she was drawn to putting pen to paper so that she could record the people and places she would create inside her mind. As a young adult, she earned a university degree in Honors English and history due to her keen interest in nineteenth-century studies.

Ms. MacLeod then went on to graduate with a Bachelor of Education and has spent the past sixteen years teaching. She taught creative writing, English and social science for most of those years, but she has also spent time as a guidance counsellor and working with students with developmental disabilities. She loves encouraging students to find their own voices through writing and believes that every single person has a story to tell.

Ms. MacLeod has three young children of her own and resides in southwestern Ontario, Canada where she lives for summer and dislikes shovelling snow. She has a passion for travel and loved the friendly people she met on a recent trip she took to Ireland. Ms. MacLeod dedicates time every day to the act of writing and loves the beautiful nuances of the English language.

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Book Blurb:

J.G. MacLeod’s provocative first novel explores the topic of relationship violence with honesty and grit. Controversial and insightful, Ms. MacLeod delves into the complexity of abuse and describes its impact on the characters in her story.

Eighteen-year-old Liz is in her final year of high school when she meets James Macewan, an older student who is struggling academically and wrestling with his own demons. What begins as a simple tutoring assignment soon grows into her first dating relationship. Liz initially enjoys the excitement of being with James, but it does not take long before she cannot recognize who she is as an individual anymore. As James’s own life begins to unravel he compensates by attempting to control every aspect of Liz’s existence. The situation eventually dissolves into a tale of violence and dehumanization that affects the characters’ lives forever.

J.G. MacLeod describes the fear and uncertainty that often come with the cycle of violence and allows readers to journey alongside Liz as she attempts to confront her abuser and heal from trauma.

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Author Facts/Book Facts:

  • I started writing this novel in 2000. After writing about 50 pages of it, I set it aside while life took over.  A marriage, three children and a divorce later, I examined those 50 pages and reworked them, adding a few hundred more until my novel was finally finished in August 2017!  It felt like an emotional journey and the entire writing process was a form of healing for me.
  • Like the protagonist in the novel, I too have experienced abuse and relationship violence. While the story is fictional, the feelings and dilemmas were created from firsthand knowledge as well as from interviewing many women at a local women’s crisis centre.
  • The Me Too Movement gave me the final push (and courage) to go public with my book. It felt like sharing a piece of my soul, but my family and friends have been very encouraging as well as the online writing community for which I am most grateful.
  • When I first started writing my book, I was a university graduate. Upon finishing my book, I am a veteran educator with over 16 years of teaching experience.  I believe that teaching English for those years, especially the craft of writing, has helped inspire my own creativity.  I feel as if I have experienced a sort of rebirth in the past two years.
  • With 3 children it can be difficult to find time for writing, editing, publishing and promoting. Two years ago I began to schedule writing into my life as people do other essential activities.  After my girls go to bed each night, I commit to at least 1 hour of writing-related work.  Often that 1 hour becomes 3 or 4.

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Recent #Paranormal Happenings…

Hello, bloggers!

As the title suggests, I’m writing today to update you on my paranormal happenings. Many of you have asked, so here you go!!

You know the drill. Any questions, any thoughts…

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Incident 1

Imagine an uneventful evening at home, playing video games. Just the two of us.

There was a movement in the hallway. A shadow.

I saw it, but stayed silent. It was typical for me. Not for him, though. The shadow immediately caught his attention. He stopped what he was doing and stared down the hallway. There was a hesitation, him being a nonbeliever. But we both saw it. We were sure of it.

The shadow moved across the wall, and, just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. That was it.

Silence engulfed the room.

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Incident 2

A typical night at home, watching television. Dinner had already been cleaned up. All the fur babies were taken care of. All that was left was to relax.

A shock of pain came across me. Feelings of a headache.

I walk the few feet to the doorway, inches from the restroom where the medicine is kept. To my shock, I find the door closed. I froze in my steps. I questioned what I found, only to learn that neither of us had closed the door.

I tested some possible ideas, but nothing could have caused it. It didn’t make sense. Nothing was out of place. No other oddities. There weren’t even any noises, even though the door always squeaks.

Simply another mystery of my paranormal life.

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Incident 3

This occurred several months back. I’ve just hesitated telling the story. It was too real.

It was late in the night. There were three of us in the house this time. The usual two, plus his little. I was the only one awake, barely, but awake. The television was on, slightly giving light to the room.

I’m not sure what, but something made me sit up and look at the doorway. I don’t remember a noise. Just a feeling.

There was someone peering into our room. I could only see half the figure. The rest, including the face, was blocked. I could see what looked like a long-sleeve nightgown, on a short frame. Light blue. Flowers.

I blinked, and it was gone. Vanished.

I wasn’t scared. Wasn’t too sure of what I saw. I shrugged it off and let myself drift into sleep.

The following morning, as I was getting ready for church, the little caught my attention. I noticed what she was wearing. Short-sleeve. A dark purple. My Little Ponies, I believe.

It wasn’t long-sleeve. It wasn’t light blue. And there were definitely no flowers.

It wasn’t her I saw the night before. In that moment, the realization hit me. Tears filled my eyes. The night before, I saw my great-grandmother. I knew this was true to the core of my being.

See, my great-grandmother wore long-sleeve nightgowns because she was always cold. And she was such a petite lady.

The house I’m living in was my grandmother’s. My great-grandmother lived with her for some time, in her final days.

This home has so many memories. I feel the life in the house. I hear the noises. I know we’re not alone. Of that I’m sure.

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Why am I sharing this today?

I’ve never feared what I felt in my house. The noises only intrigued me. The shadows, the clothed figures… I felt almost a peace.

This morning, I felt I wasn’t alone. There were noises. The feeling of being watched.

Only this time, for the first time, I was scared. There was no peace. It was fear.

I’m not sure what this means. I don’t know what any of it means.

What I do know is this… We are not alone.

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Meet Dyane Forde, @PurpleMorrow

Hello, bloggers!

Here’s hoping for an awesome week!!

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Today, I am thrilled to welcome Dyane Forde to the site. Dyane is the author of the Rise of the Papilion Trilogy, and today, we get a little insight into the creation.

Enjoy…


A Behind the Scenes Look at the Rise of the Papilion Trilogy

“At last! The day has come!” That’s what I was thinking on March 8, 2018, the date The Rise of the Papilion trilogy was complete and available for purchase. I looked forward to releasing the books and was filled with satisfaction and joy at seeing my dream come true, but the road to that unforgettable date was long and hard. So long, in fact, that when I released Wolf’s Bane and then  Berserker, books 2 and 3 respectively, the pastor’s wife at my church suggested I write summaries to help re-situate her.

Those recaps are the inspirations for this post. I figured, what better way to introduce the books than a behind-the-scenes look at each one?

The Purple Morrow

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The Rovers were sent to decimate the Southernlands. Instead, they awoke its savior.

Ten years have passed since the Rover army tore through the Southernlands, leaving behind a trail of devastation and death. Most believed the attacks were random acts of brutality. The wise, however, knew the truth: the Rovers sought to destroy the one thing powerful enough to thwart their conquest. They were searching for the Papilion. 

A new commander, bent on completing the mission left unfinished by his predecessors, leads the Rovers back into the Southernlands. Fierce and determined, he comes armed with a precious artifact and a secret purpose.

While the Southernlands reel under the new terror, the Purple Morrow, a harbinger of hope, appears to Jeru, an unsuspecting and solitary clan hunter. Finding himself enmeshed in a series of incredible events beyond his control, Jeru is compelled to take the first steps towards discovering his ultimate destiny.

Why I wrote the book:

Every writer finds inspiration in their own way. When I started The Purple Morrow, I wanted to chronicle the journey of a man (Jeru) who begins the story at his lowest point and who, through various situations, finds resolution and transformation at the other end of the proverbial tunnel. So, why not write about a young man whose wife dies on their wedding night and, guilt-ridden, decides he can’t face the future? That is until his homeland is threatened by the same Beast-Men who destroyed his village years before, he comes face to face with someone from his past who complicates his already complicated life, all while dealing with the most terrifying thing of all: the threat of falling in love again. Somewhere along the way, he discovers that he’s the key to saving everyone. All he has to do it pull his head out of his…butt…long enough to do it.

The book includes elements I love: action, fantasy, relationships, values, different cultures and people groups, and all of it told through a Christian world view.

Story Insights:

The Characters: Jeru and Nyssa dropped into my head during a church service, and I knew immediately what their relationship was going to be about and why they needed each other. Kelen, the villain, came to me while I was walking home from the bus. I pictured him kneeling by a lake and staring at his reflection. His personality, pain, and personal dilemma sprung from that image and I couldn’t wait to get home and write the scene. It’s one of my favorite moments in the book.

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Unexpected Directions: The idea to make a trilogy instead of a standalone book was suggested by my sister, Amy Hands, who illustrated the image of Jeru above and the cover art for books 2 and 3. Thanks, sis, for setting me upon the most arduous, torturous experience of my life.

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Excerpt from Ch. 14: Crossing Paths

In the few seconds it took for Kelen to take up his axe, he had already assessed his foe. The man was strongly built and was as lithe as a panther. He stood with his weight balanced between his feet, and from the stance alone, Kelen gleaned he was trained in some form of the fighting arts. The man’s breathing was steady, unhurried. He grasped his swords comfortably, ready to change grips at a moment’s notice. For a moment, Kelen concluded that the coming fight would not be fair. He knew he outweighed the other by at least fifty pounds and that a good, solid blow to the chest or head would quickly end the contest. But as he assessed the look in the other man’s eyes, Kelen checked himself. The clansman showed no fear. He is dangerous, either desperate and not caring about his life and is therefore ready to throw it away. Or he is a man with something to fight for and is willing to do whatever it takes to get it.

Kelen liked these new odds.

“Beast-man of the North,” the man said in an even tone. He raised his right hand, pointing a sword-tip at him. “I have come to reclaim what you have stolen from me.”

Kelen smiled to himself, satisfied that his hunch had proven correct. He had come for the woman. Was he her husband? Her lover?

Kelen took a moment and formed a response in his mind. He had always been amazed that he could understand the Southland’s languages and dialects with an ease that surpassed his brethren. To him, accessing the skills needed to understand and to speak them was like delving into a long-forgotten chest which had suddenly sprung open, revealing its secrets.

“What have I…stolen…from you?” he asked with only a little difficulty.

The man advanced a step. “A woman. She was taken from our woods. I want her back.”

Nonchalant, Kelen lifted and dropped his shoulders. Then he swept a hand in a semi-circle, indicating they were the only ones in the area. “There is no woman here.”

The black-haired man advanced a few steps more, his sword still pointed towards Kelen. “You are a liar. I know she was taken by your people. You will return her to me.”

“Ah, yes. I seem to remember the face of a pretty, new slave. I was thinking she might make a good wife.”

“Return her!”

The Rover laughed. “If you want her, you will have to go through me.”

A thin, mean smile carved itself across the clansman’s face, and his eyes glittered. Green eyes, Kelen realized with some surprise. He did not have long to consider this, as the man flicked his wrists, propelling the swords into a series of arcs. The blades split the air with sharp sighs as they spun.

 

Kelen felt the thrill of the impending clash pulsing through his veins. He lifted his axe into position.

Yes, he liked these new odds very, very much.

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Wolf’s Bane

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The Purple Morrow is destroyed. However, its promise endures in the form of a champion, mankind’s only hope against the destruction spawned by an ancient, sinister evil.

The Rovers have invaded the Southernlands, sending its inhabitants fleeing for respite. Waylaid in a defunct desert town, and reeling from revelations about his past, a powerful, emerging evil lures Kelen to seek vengeance. Though he resists, Kelen soon learns that the Shadow Man will not relent until a terrible, ancient claim is fulfilled.

As Marathana quails under the burgeoning darkness, Jeru’s clan looks to him to lead. Jeru, however, knows his path lies elsewhere. Leaving everything behind, he braves the Badlands, a hellish desertland only the hardiest dare tread, to awaken the latent spirit of the Papilion within him. Jeru learns much in that place of desolation, including one truth which could turn destiny on its head. Now more than ever, Kelen, the Wolf of the North, threatens everything he holds dear. Jeru must choose: save the people he loves or sacrifice them to save Marathana.

Wolf’s Bane. More like Dyane’s Bane, because that’s exactly what it felt like to write this beast! The book was hard to write, hard to edit, and hard to publish. I’m amazed I survived!

One major challenge with Bane was how to write a ‘bridge’ book, meaning a book that links the events in book 1 and the trilogy’s conclusion. How do you keep the story interesting while not giving too much away? And how do you end the book so that it’s satisfying to the current story while not actually ending the overarching story prematurely?

I dealt with it by introducing new, fantastical elements, characters, and deepening the world-building. I really enjoyed bringing that wretch, Oren, to life, as well as building the antagonistic yet nurturing relationship between Seylem and Kelen. Working on Jeru’s development was harder, as he’s my Every Man who needed a believable hero arc, something I’d never done before.

Interesting Points:

A new element: This was the first time I had to develop a magic system. I was extremely lucky to have a friend to guide me through the process.

Style: What fun! I experimented with tone, lyrical style, and integrated elements of poetry at some key moments. They joy of writing is using various tools to tell the best tale possible, and that’s what I worked hard to do.

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Berserker

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“Love…can destroy, it can build, or it can do both at once…”

With the Papilion’s whereabouts unknown, the Shadow pursues its plan for Marathana’s destruction. In control of the Northern tribes and strengthened by allies in the Deep Southernlands, the Shadow prepares to unleash its ultimate weapon, the berserker.

Jeru’s sudden reappearance reveals the presence of a powerful, new will at work. Blessed by the Lightbearer and supported by a ragtag group of survivors and unexpected allies, Jeru prepares to lead the small army into enemy territory.

As war breaks, Kelen and Jeru clash one last time. One seeks to destroy, the other to save. The strongest will prevail, sealing Marathana’s ultimate fate.

By the time Bane was done, I badly needed a break. Over next 3-4 years, I periodically went back to the unfinished Berserker manuscript. I wrote when I could, but often in short bursts before I had to put it away again.

I think this taught me that, though it might be ideal to write everyday, you can still write a good book even if you don’t. Not everyone has the luxury to write every day, and it’s important to know that, if that’s you, that you shouldn’t quit. In the end, it’s hard work and perseverance that pays off. When Berserker was finally complete, not only was I thrilled that I had finished the trilogy, I was thrilled with the result.

Interesting Points:

Inspiration: I’ve always had a cinematic style in my writing, and this developed further after watching anime. I find anime’s visual storytelling resembles how I picture scenes in my mind. Also, anime takes time to develop their characters, even the antagonists, so that you connect with and understand them even if you don’t always agree with them. I used these elements to inspire aspects of Berserker.

I’ll finish with an excerpt from Chapter 39. In the backdrop, Jeru and Kelen are engaged in their final battle, while everyone else stands in awe of the result. This short scene revolves around Nyssa and Jurgan, a Storyteller we meet in Wolf’s Bane

“Jurgan?”

Nyssa was in the middle of changing Dilla when the Storyteller suddenly got up and went to the mouth of the cave. He stumbled, though there was nothing in the way to hinder him. Samson raised his head, quietly observing.

“Jurgan? What is it?”

At the entrance, he pulled aside the flaps to look outside. He gasped and put his hands to his mouth. “In all my years, after all the effort it took to paint, I never thought I would actually see it.”

Nyssa hurried to tie the diaper before handing the baby to Trelina, then joined the Teller. She noticed that Samson had moved from his spot, but the clouds over the mountain and thunder rumbling overhead distracted her from inquiring into where he’d gone. Bursts of lightning illuminated the sky.

“What a storm!” She drew back, stifling a shudder. Nyssa had heard of windstorms and even tornadoes occurring in the plains, not to mention the destruction they could wreak. Ab-clanners sometimes lost homes, lands, and livestock to them. Homeless, they were known to tramp from village to village, refugees depending on the kindness of strangers.

Jeru is out there.

“That is not a natural storm.” Jurgan’s gaze remained fixed, giving Nyssa the impression he was privy to a sight that she was not.

“Teller, what do you see?”

Jurgan’s voice dropped to a whisper, as though seeking the softest way to deliver difficult news. “I see the Wolf and the Butterfly at war.” He turned to her with tears running down his face. “Just as I had painted it.”

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About Dyane Forde:
Forde’s love of writing began with an early interest in reading and of words in general. She writes short stories, novels, flash fiction, poetry, and she blogs.

Dropped Pebbles is Forde’s usual writing blog. It features her stories, the supernatural fantasy trilogy, Rise of the Papilion, as well as writing tips and author promotional opportunities. Visit her at: http://www.droppedpebbles.wordpress.com.

Under the pseudonym ‘Delia Talent’, Forde also hosts the Christian Creative Nexus, where Christian Creatives go to promote their work and find support in the pursuit of their God-given creative calling. Visit her at: www.deliatalent.wordpress.com.


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Meet Author @GigiSedlmayer

Hello, bloggers, and Happy Friday!!

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I’m excited to welcome a new guest to the site today, Gigi Sedlmayer. Gigi is the author of a series – TALON – that has 5 must reads. I look forward to learning more about her writing and the inspiration that brings it to us.

Enjoy…


“Teaching Children Self-Confidence through Service to Others.”

Children today face immense pressure to fit in with their peers. This pressure is leading to record rates of depression among preteens and teenagers and this to suicide. Parents look for ways to build their children’s self-esteem; however, teens look to their peers and popular culture for acceptance rather than their parents. This puts parents in a challenging situation. Most children of this age group have issues with acceptance and this is explored and resolved in a positive manner within the story line of the Talon series, Matica shows children and teens that they can overcome great obstacles with love, patience and a selfless attitude toward helping others and experience exciting adventure on the way.

I wanted to let children and parents know, that they don’t need to suffer more than they already do. So:

Children suffer from all sorts of afflictions and through my book they can learn how to coup with everything, as Matica did, the main character in my TALON books. She had to learn it in her early life. Children can find a “Condor” as Matica did. Not literally a condor, but every child or adult for that matter, they are battling with none curable afflictions, should find something that let them forget what is happening to them. Finding a “Condor” would help them to overcome that.

Parents can read my book to younger children so they can see that they are not alone, but that they can overcome it in a positive way, not in a negative way.

I say:  Children with special needs or with disability, or are handicapped don’t have an illness, so there is no cure and it’s not contagious. They want what we all want, to be accepted.

My books are not only for children. As I said, adults face some illnesses as well, so my books are for adults as well as for children.

‘Sometimes the worst and greatest problems in life cannot be solved. They can only be outgrown.’ And I have been outgrown them. Many times, I might say.

I wanted to write a story about a handicapped or challenged girl to show readers what they can achieve if they put their minds not to the negativity but to the positivity. (As Matica had to learn it as well, and I have done nearly my whole life myself. Being rejected in school as well, I was always an outsider, keeping to myself in the shell of a turtle, had hardly any friends.) And since I love birds, I decided to let her have a bird. But then came, what bird? And then the idea went even further. What is if she could fly on the bird? That would be something. But to do that, she has to have a disability to be very small. But again, the bird has to be big as well. And there the condor came to my mind. I loved the condors before. Amazing birds. They are the biggest land birds (vulture) on our wonderful earth. And so the story about Matica and Talon came to existence. And then I had to set the scene in Peru close to the great Andes where the condors live. And so it came, that I decided to let her family go to Peru as missionary from Australia.

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