Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Movies, writing, a confused winter oh my!

Okay, I'm trying this from the blogger app. We'll see how this goes! I am late to the party and I finally saw the last maze runner this past Sunday. The fiancee, his brother, and I went to see it. We had to go to another theater because the one by us didn't have it anymore.

I could gushover the movie. Bare in mind that I didn't read the books so I do not know how they compare. As a movie, it starts off right off the bat with sit on the edge of your chair action. The movie will have you constantly on edge. It also plays with all of your emotions. I would love it see it again. Then again I'm totally might be like this because I think Thomas Brodie-Sangster would play an amazing Aaron from End of the Line even though he doesn't have blue eyes. The whit is there.

I might be in the movie mindset because a few of my coworkers bought a few of my books. I don'tmind adversiting to strangers, but to my coworkers is another story. One read Project US and talked about how it would be a great for a movie.

On top of that I have been working a little on Beneath the Scars 3 (Define a Hero). On top of that I felt a major adventure kick lately and I've been working on a topic I swore I wouldn't write. My freshman year I had a vampire dream and started a story. I paused because I hita major wall. I figured it out. I reworked the little that I wrote and now I'm nearly at the 10k word mark... hopefully it works out!

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Join in the celebration!

Good morning!
I'm currently typing this on my phone as I am sitting in Subaru' s waiting room. My car is getting an oil change. Now I am not writing this so you can celebrate my oil change. Not that they don't have create service and that I'm not using their internet (Thank you!). I'm weird, but not that weird. If you are friends with me on Facebook or follow me on Twitter you might know what news I want to share today.

A little ten years ago I met this guy at school. He joined my lunch table. He tried to get me to put my book down and to talk to people. We haven't had the simplest road in life, but somehow fate brought us back together. Ryan asked me to marry him on Monday! I knew he had a ring, but I wasn't sure when he would ask.

Nothing says romance like President Day. Whatever works. We are a little dorky and corny. I'm still getting used to calling him fiancee and wearing the ring. Now I'm filled with excitement so I put all my ebooks on sale. I don't know for how long, but I want to share the warm and fuzzy feeling with everyone! Mistakes series is free and all the other ebooks are 1.99 or .99!

Beneath the Scars
Corporal Riley Nolan is back home and out of the hospital after sustaining severe injuries in a skirmish overseas. His physical injuries may be healed, though he is left with horrible scars all over his body. His mind is still healing, and he has almost no contact with the world outside his small dark apartment. 

After the death of her parents and being forced to sell their house and move into an apartment in a new town, Eponine is left picking up the pieces while trying to maintain a normal life for her little sister, Genevieve. 

Can these new neighbors help each other heal, finding the light and laughter in the world again? Most importantly, can Eponine help Riley see he's not the monster he believes himself to be beneath the scars?
Barnes and noble 

Project US
Rachel is used to being in control of her emotions, never letting anyone get close to the real her. Nick is exactly the kind of guy Rachel has been trying to avoid getting involved with. Yet, when their school arranges a mysterious project that puts them together, they soon become trapped in a marriage that turns out to be real and legally binding, and they aren’t the only ones. While their parents try to get four hundred students out of these marriages with legal help, the teenagers must live in a compound with their respective spouses for the duration of the project. Being trapped together leaves no room for denials. As Nick begins to fall for Rachel, she does everything in her power to avoid his charms and protect her heart. All she wants is to get out of the marriage, but does she truly want out, or is she only lying to herself?
Barnes and Noble

End of the Line
When so much is lost how does one to have the strength to move on? At seventeen Lauren was prepared for yet another year of school. Then asteroids hit, killing all of those she knew except for a few other teens from her neighborhood. Joining forces with her classmate Aaron, they work together on the journey in the hopes of finding more people that are alive. On the way, threats of starvation, illness, and freezing to death don’t compare to the danger of Dean Manson. Manson is an ex-con out for revenge against Aaron. With so much working against them these teens fight for everything even if it means denying their feelings just for the chance to see a new day.
Barnes and noble 

Family Ties
Stories told by word of mouth can get twisted or lost. Abby grew up hearing about her great-grandmother Emma, a royal who left that life to come to America. Yet when Abby takes a summer job with her best friend Cory, she feels eyes on her. When she is kidnapped after leaving work, Abby learns there may be a hidden part of her family tree...
Barnes and noble 

There is a world in the shadows that watches us. The creatures watch people from their pasts, remembering all of their actions. Yet, there seems to be trouble brewing in this hidden realm.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Cover Reveal ~ Serene by Diana Nixon

Good Morning,
I'm currently sitting at my kitchen table about to have breakfast before going into work. On this lovely not February weather day I get to share great news! Well, I have two, but I won't share the one until tomorrow. If you are on Facebook you already know ;). The second I do get to share with you. I know a little tease, but I guess you'll have to come back to see. Today I get to help Diana Nixon in her cover reveal of the third installment of her Shattered series. You should check it out. If you haven't read the first I believe she is running a deal on it. Then you really have no excuse to check her out because she is a great author in my opinion.

by Diana Nixon
Shattered Series (Story, #3)
I used to think that my life was a picture of perfection. I had everything a twenty-five-year-old woman could wish for: a loving family, friends, a dream job and a fiancé who thought the world of me.
Until the day I lost it all… Including my ability to see.
The car accident took away not just my vision, but also a part of me that I was sure I would never be able to get back.
And then I met him… Stanley Burke. A kind of a man I thought didn’t exist anymore: understanding, loving, supportive and generally too good to be true.
Without effort, he breathed life into my frozen heart, making it beat faster than ever before. 
He became a light that my eyes would never see again. He made me feel things that were long lost and forgotten.
Only I couldn’t give him what he deserved.
Because in my pitch-dark world, there was no place for love…
“I’ve never been so scared of losing someone in my entire life… Then again, I’ve never had anyone as important as you are to lose…”

*****COMING SPRING 2018*****


About the author:
Diana Nixon, an International Bestselling Author of contemporary and paranormal romances. She was born in Minsk, Belarus. She has a Master of Law degree and speaks several foreign languages, including English, Polish and Spanish.

Diana’s writing career is like a roller coaster ride. It started with a fantasy novel named Love Lines, that was originally written in Russian and only later, it was translated into English. Since then, she has published 19 more books, both of contemporary and fantasy genres. Diana's books are being translated into Spanish, French and Russian.

Twitter: @DianaNixon9
Instagram: @authordiananixon

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Valentine's day giveaway!

Good Morning!
I'm typing this on my phone so I'm sorry in advance! Yesterday, today, and tomorrow there is a Valentine's Day giveaway for NINE paperback copies of books. Beneath the Scars is one of the nine. Diana  Nixon also put up her book Fragile for the giveaway. You can check out the details for the giveaway on my Facebook page here. Good luck to those who enter!

Friday, December 1, 2017

New Release Fragile ~ Diana Nixon

It is officially one more Friday closer to Christmas! I can't be the only one excited about that. Today is also the day after the last day of National Novel Writing Month. Did I finish my story? No, but I have 37,000+ words of Beneath the Scars 2, Call for Help. I will probably be finishing it soon then begins the editing process. I was realizing yesterday as I was driving home from work that I have a few stories that I will need to be working on the editing process. Did anyone finish their NANOWri book?

Okay, like I said I get to share exciting news. Diana Nixon released another novel this week. She is on a roll, and she doesn't miss a dime with her books either. She sent me a copy of Shattered, which I can't wait to read because I could've sworn that I had a copy of the ebook, but it got lost in the new computer switch. I will probably be reviewing that soon. That is the first in this Fragile series. She also put her new book on sale. It is not often that a brand new book starts off $0.99! Check out this book by Diana Nixon! She is not only a great author, but a great person.

She was off the limits for many reasons: too young, too naïve, and too beautiful to resist. But most of all – because she was my best friend’s little sister. She was like a taboo that should have never been broken.
But we crossed the line together… We gave in to the temptation and made a mistake that changed us forever.
Years passed, but for some unknown reason, the memories of her never stopped haunting my dreams.
I was even more obsessed with her than I was years ago, while she hated me to the bone. And she had a very good reason to feel that way…
“I owe you a lifetime of us, and I will not let you down, not again…”

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Diana Nixon, an International Bestselling Author of contemporary and paranormal romances, is a woman of contradictions. She was born in Minsk., Belarus. She has a Master of Law degree and speaks several foreign languages, including English, Polish and Spanish.

Diana’s writing career is like a roller coaster ride. It started with a fantasy novel named Love Lines, that was originally written in Russian and only later, it was translated into English. Since then, Diana has published 15 more books, both of contemporary and fantasy genres. Her books are being translated into Spanish, French and Russian.

Diana Nixon is the founder of Inks and Scratches, a literary magazine  intended to help authors of all genres find readers and spread the news about their writing all over the world. 

Twitter: @DianaNixon9
Instagram: @authordiananixon

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Sample Sunday ~ Call for Help

Good Morning,
I know we got an extra hour of sleep last night, bu am I the only one who feels like they didn't? Anyway, I'd been good except yesterday for my NaNoWri story until yesterday. However, I cleaned the house and had date night with the boyfriend. A good night out which I needed after being locked up last weekend from being sick. That and Thor was amazing! I would highly recommend it. It was different than the others, but I enjoyed it.

Now, I know that you aren't reading this post because you want to hear how awesome Thor was. I have been working on Call for Help (Beneath the Scars 2). I started a sequel years ago, but how it was going I didn't like the direction. I thought it was too depressing, the characters were all over the place. The connection wasn't right. I put the story on the back burner. Last year I thought of a different direction, different set up. The last couple of months I outlined more of the story. This time I'm tired of just talking about the sequel and decided to use NaNoWriMo as the push I needed to get the word count up. To really light a fire under my butt. I am at the nearly 10k words mark! Yay!

Happy Sunday, this is Chapter 1 AND 2!!!


I was standing surrounded by fog. It was so foggy that I was having trouble seeing my hand in front of me. I started to wander around aimlessly. There was flapping of wings of a bird flew over my head and as quickly as it came it disappeared further into the fog. Glancing behind me I wondered if there was others, but only silence filled the air. Taking a deep breath I took another step forward. There had to be a way out of this fog. The fog swirled away in sections off to the left. I paused, looking around before changing directions. The fog wouldn’t let up except at my feet. I came to a halt and my heart sped up. There in front of me was the lake we all went to as kids with the rope that we swung on and into the water.
“Come on, I bet I can get further than you,” a giggle echoed throughout the air.”

Beeping woke me up instantly, but I refused to open my eyes. I batted around my nightstand until the stupid thing was silenced. Groaning I rubbed my face. My back ached, my hands were stiff, and my knees were ready to pop off to run away. I was only in my twenties and I was falling apart. This was what I got for working with my hands, but the thought of being stuck in a cubical sounded like padded walls. I wouldn’t trade my life with anyone. Sighing I pushed myself up out of bed and to be greeted by cool air. Bailey my mutt stretched further on her back, not bothering to get up with me.
“You’re one spoiled brat you know that?”
She sighed. I shook my head and dragged my feet to the bathroom. I turned on the water. I went to the bathroom and tossed my pants into the hamper as one of the legs didn’t make it in. Mist floated around me bringing me back to the dream. When was the last time I’ve been to the lake? Hopping into the shower and started to scrub every inch of me even though my fingers seemed to be permanently dyed in dark grease.
The lake. How many summer days did I spend in the water or on the grass sitting with my buddies. We would all take turns swinging on the rope to see who would get out the furthest when we were in middle school and early high school. How many dates did I take there? I think I lost count when I realized I couldn’t have a conversation with them. Then there was her.
Before I could continue my thoughts the water ran cold. A harsh jolt overcame me. I couldn’t turn the water off fast enough. I grabbed my towel and dried myself. Bailey went from taking up one side to being sideways taking up more bed.
“I thought you were supposed to be man’s best friend,” I muttered and she didn’t even move.
I shook my head and pulled out clothes for the day. The t-shirt was a light material, but the color was dark. After working in the marines for years, it was freeing at first to be able to have more options of clothes again, however the novelty wore off quick. The idea of turning wrenches and problem solving machines was soothing.

My life went from one routine to another and I was okay with it.


The light from my television was lighting up my living room and Bailey was outstretched on the couch with me. I was sliding down my couch slowly and my eyelids were bobbing. I needed to go to bed already. I could always watch this another time. I had an actual that I spent money on, I just had to motivate myself off of the couch. Putting my hands on both sides of me I started to push myself up when my phone went off. Lifting the phone to my ear I didn’t look to see who was calling me.
“Hello?” my voice was hoarse.
There was a pause. I scrunched my eyebrows together and took the phone away from my ear to look at the screen.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to call you.” Her voice was soft.
Her voice was a little different, but I knew that voice despite the years. My throat clenched and my stomach dropped. The words seemed to be stuck in my throat as they fought to see which words would come out.
“It’s fine.”
I could almost hear a clock ticking as I waited for a reply.
“So how-”
“Well I guess I should-” we both spoke at the same time and stopped.
“How have you been,” my voice was soft and I could almost hear the teenage voice coming through.
I could almost picture her pushing her hair behind hear as she glanced around searching for the answer.
“Pretty good, just busy with work. How about you?”
“My mom told me you’re out of the marines now and are working at Lennie’s garage.”
She’s not even here and she’s aware of the town’s gossip.
“I saw her recently. I know she misses you, she always talks to me when I work on her car.”
“Oh I know she does and makes sure I know every phone call that I need to visit. Thank you for looking out for her.”
“It’s no problem.”
Silence filled the phone. I was sure that she could hear my pulse through the phone. Did I continue that conversation or let it die off?
“Well I have to go. I’m working late tonight and was trying to order dinner from Jack’s.”
“Okay, bye.”
My phone clicked, but I still had my phone to my ear for a moment. She didn’t even have to introduce herself, but I knew that voice anywhere despite it being years. I sat forward and pressed the side of my phone against my mouth. I thought that part of my life the door had closed, locked and built a brick wall. Which I was finally fine with. Between the dream the other night and the phone call I had to wonder if the lock and brick wall were illusions.
I shook my head placing my phone on the arm of the couch and headed to my room. Reaching for the bottom of my shirt I pulled it off before tossing it into the laundry basket. However, I missed and it landed on the floor. I kicked off my pants and crawled into bed with Bailey jumping in after me. I scratched her head until I was able to doze off of what felt like hours later.

There was a slight breeze, but it was the first night that we could go outside without a coat. The sky was ink black and decorated with pure white stars clear as a bell. I was sitting in the backyard with my feet up on another chair. My head was tilted up, my phone that was on my lap went off. I’d been waiting for hours to hear from Faye.
Don’t feel like leaving.
I had to ask, because the day before she went on about how she needed to get out and do something. That she was bored out of her mind.
Just don’t feel like seeing the outside world today.
Wyd then?
Sitting in bed watching TV.
I raised an eyebrow.
u’re seriously just going to lay in bed tonight?
y not? Long week and parents are out.
I stood up and marched up the deck stairs.
Don’t be lame.
I just feel eh and don’t feel like much.
I grabbed my keys off the hook in the kitchen. Mom got tired of finding my keys all around the house.
“Mom, I’m going to Faye’s for a bit.”
She looked up from whatever she was working on at the kitchen table.
“Okay, but don’t be out too late. We have church in the morning then we’re with the grandparents the rest of the day.”
I kissed her on the cheek and went out the front door. I practically jumped off the front porch and walked around my mom’s car to reach my truck. It was my mom’s and she gave it to me. It was used for her and the once vibrant color was now a steel blue color. Starting the truck I made my way towards her house listening to the dings of my phone as she was talking until it was silent. She was probably not going to be in the best mood about the fact that I wasn’t responding. Finally I pulled up her rock driveway. I turned the car off so that silence was in the air and slipped my phone into my pocket. I ran up the stairs and rang her doorbell. After a moment she answered her door. Her blond hair was tied up in a bun. She was wearing plaid pajama shorts and a t-shirt, just further supporting her words of not wanting to do anything.
“I should’ve known you’d show up since you weren’t responding.” Her voice was flat as she leaned against the door.
I grinned as she let me into the house.
“What else are friends for other than making them do things they don’t want to do.”
Her hands went to her shorts. “Once the pj pants are on, I don’t leave the house.”
I made my way to her room. “That’s fine I don’t have any intention of subjecting the outside world to you tonight.”
“I’m not sure if that is a jab at me or not.”
She crossed her arms as she stood in her doorframe. Her room was a mess. Her soccer cleats and other clothes were scattered across the floor. I tried to ignore the clothes as I was sure there was a bra hanging over the foot of her bed. My cheeks warmed as I pushed some of her homework away from her speakers and plugged up my phone. I had to focus.
“What are you up to Jack?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Well, duh that’s why I asked.”
I turned around as music came through the speakers. A corner of her lips curled.
“Time to get out of that funk my friend.”
I turned the music louder and went over to her. She bit her lips almost to stop the smile from forming. She just stood there. I grabbed both of her hands and started to move her side to side.
“Stop fighting our house party.”
“It’s just the two of us.”
“Who ever said a party had to be more than two people?” I asked her still trying to get her to move.
“Every normal human being,” She finally laughed and started to jump and down.
“Embrace the dorkiness of it all,” I called out.
She broke out laughing real hard. Faye’s face lit up and I could not help the grin on my face grow bigger. She was at ease. It was at that moment I knew that I wanted to make sure there was a smile on her face for the rest of my life.

“Did you get any sleep last night?”
I lifted my head to see Ethan glancing at me through the side of the hood of the truck.
“Sorry I didn’t really sleep last night.”
“Nightmares again?”
I shook my head and went back to staring at the engine. “Something like that.”
Leaning further in of the car I tried to get a better look at the problem. That and hoping that he would get the hint.
“It might be time for you to see some professional help,” Ethan lowered his voice.
“I don’t need any professional help that’s why I got Bailey,” I shot back.
“Did you just say you got a dog instead of seeing professional help?”
I glanced up, “Dogs are great listeners and are cheaper in the long run.”
“What were you having nightmares from then?”
“Why am I even hearing that name?” Ethan’s voice came out harsh.
Groaning I got out of the hood of the car. I took my hat off, gripping it in my hands I re-slid it back on my head. The garages clatters filled my ears, but I could still hear my heart racing in my chest. Her voice came to me once again. The high school version was fresh in my mind. My palms were sweaty already. I wiped them on my jeans pretending that it was because of the grease.
“Because she accidently called me last night,” I muttered and walked over to my toolbox, making sure not to meet his eyes.
I turned my back and took some sips of my water.
“She still has your number in her phone?”
I shrugged. “Apparently. There’s some restaurant near her called Jack something and she was ordering dinner.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s one of the lamest things that I’ve ever heard of in my entire life.”
“Can we please for the love of God end this conversation? I feel like a middle school girl.”
“You two sound like it too,” Joey called over before sliding back under his oil change.
“Answer one thing first.”
I rolled my eyes as I turned to face him. “What?”
“How long was your conversation?”
I scrunched my face and shrugged. “A few minutes, not long.”
He nodded. “Good, I don’t need you running off again because of her.”
“I didn’t run off because of her.”
“You two broke up, and she was on a plane to New York City two hours later then less than a week later you were seeing recruiters for the Marines.”
I grabbed a wrench. “This will be lodged somewhere if you don’t stop talking soon.”
He held up both of his hands and took a step back.
“Okay I get it. I’ll drop it.”
I put the wrench back on the top of my toolbox and went back to the car that I was working on.
“You haven’t tried to contact her today have you?”
I just dropped my head and sighed instead of answering.

Friday, November 3, 2017


It is November and National Novel Writing Month has started. Last year I thought that I would attempt it just to get a number count. However, I was working and in grad school. This year though, I'm still working, but I'm ready to really put a dent in Call for Help (Beneath the Scars 2). I'm tired of just talking about it and ready to get moving with this story. This month I am going to be attempting if not to accept the 50k word count challenge, but at least put in a good amount of the story down. I've been writing notes all over the document and can't wait to write a few of those pre-planed scenes. I love these characters and I hope you do. The poor leading lady though she's on her third name change, but I love the new name Faye. I can't wait to show you scene this weekend, maybe bring back Sample Sunday?

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