Friday, June 30, 2023

Using Beta Readers to Cure Writer’s Block

I have a confession. I used to have awful writer’s block. Migraine-inducing, keyboard-smashing, can’t-write-another-word writer’s block. It seemed like at least once per novel, I would shift from writing thousands of words a day to a stutter stop at exactly zero. Zilch. Nada.

The reasons why I suffered from this particular malady are myriad and not unique to me. I’m sure anyone who’s attempted to write long form fiction has experienced it at some point or another. But this isn’t your post. This is mine. Spotlight on me, thank you very much.

All joking aside, I want to focus on one of the most beneficial changes I made that has helped me confront writer’s block and achieve consistent results in my writing: beta readers. ‘But beta readers only come into the picture after the work is done’ I hear you saying. And that’s true. Gold star to the student in the front row. Where beta readers help me is less about them actually being there as I’m writing, and more about knowing that they will be there.

When I know I’m going to send a manuscript to alpha and beta readers before calling it done, I feel empowered to take risks. It’s okay to go on a ten-page tangent about the main characters hunting for a troll bride – if it’s bad, the beta readers will tell me and I can just take it out. But if it’s good, it could be that special sauce that makes my story one worth reading.

I’ve an assumption past you, and you didn’t even notice. Goodness, I thought you were paying attention. I’m taking your gold star away now. The assumption is this: you have to have beta readers that you can trust to give you honest and relevant feedback. Honest. Relevant. That means you can’t hand your manuscript to your mom and call it good because she thinks it’s simply fantastic that you put a hundred thousand words on a page. You can’t hire a woman who reads YA all day and expect her to be able to provide valuable notes on your gothic death-romp. Your beta readers should be an impartial third-party, and they should be well-versed in your genre.

It took me a long time to realize that a huge portion of my writer’s block was due to the fact that I was trying to do the heavy lifting of both writing and judging what I had written in the moment. I would frequently go back and re-write sections, absolutely terrified of publishing a novel that would be slapped with that worst of all words: stupid. Stupid scenes, stupid novel, stupid writer. And so I tasked my brain with working overtime – not content to simply write, but also demanding that it save me from my own social paranoia.

When I promise myself that I’m going to send any finished manuscripts to beta readers before publishing, does the voice shut up? No, of course not. But it whispers. And the whispers are far easier to ignore. So if you’re like me and you have trouble with writer’s block stemming from fears of what the unwashed masses will say of your work, perhaps you would benefit from a good beta reader.

Death’s Reckoning
Mortal Aspects 
Book One
Quinn Thomas

Genre: Epic Fantasy
Publisher: Ebbing Neptune Publishing 
Date of Publication: July 18, 2023
ISBN: 979-8390605110
Number of pages: 419
Word Count: ~125k

Tagline: The power of the dead gods is held by mere mortals. When the Aspect of Death, thought to be the last neutral force in the world, joins the struggle, he promises to bring an end to their wars by any means necessary.

Book Description: 

The battle for power is fierce in a world where mortals wield the strength of dead gods in this first book of a high-stakes epic fantasy series from Quinn Thomas.

A thousand years ago, the immortals were slain, their power passed down to a chosen few known as aspects. The competition between noble families for control of these aspects has plunged the land into a never-ending cycle of war and bloodshed.

The Tevulun family has been driven to the brink of extinction by the most recent war. When Tarana Tevulun, who possesses the abilities of Calamity, learns of her family's intention to murder her, she flees with the assistance of a band of mercenaries. The Tevulun’s enemy, the Ma’isans, take advantage of her absence to advance and besiege the capital city of Vicrum. Tarana returns to fight for the city, but faces a difficult challenge due to the involvement of the mortal aspect of Death – thought to be the sole remaining neutral aspect.

Meanwhile, a young soldier named Micol deserts the army after his first taste of battle. When he ends up in the besieged city of Vicrum, he finds himself embroiled with a group of outlaws. Thrust into a world of thieves and rebels, he must confront his deepest fears and make a decision that will change his life forever.

Death's Reckoning is a page-turning epic fantasy for fans of ensemble casts and character-driven plot twists, with echoes of Steven Erikson's Malazan series. Join these mortals as they wield god-like power in a world where even the noblest intentions can lead to destruction.

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Micol’s blood ran cold. He closed his eyes, concentrating on taking deep breaths. Please don’t let them see us, he prayed to Loss. Please, let them pass by. It’s not supposed to end like this. Please.

Another man stepped into view. Then a third. Their conversation continued, but Micol couldn’t focus on the words. He was too busy listening to the growing sounds of movement around them. The pounding boots and squelching mud hinted at a larger force than the three men who had already passed, although he could only guess at how much larger.

At least a half dozen more came into view, most of them near Asoka’s hiding place. The three who’d led the way were nearly out of sight; Micol could barely see their torches through the thick trees. To his left, a glint of light caught his eyes. When he followed it to its source, he nearly collapsed.

Silvery-blue armor covered the woman from head to toe, flowing around her like water. Every inch of skin was covered, leaving only a pair of thin slits for her eyes. She was close enough to Micol to touch. His entire body began to shake, demanding action.

He couldn’t be still anymore. His every fiber screamed one word: escape. He had to get out, but there was nowhere to go. The beating of his heart raged thunderous in his ears until it felt like the sound alone would betray him. Cold sweat beaded on his fevered skin. The aspect’s head swung in his direction.

Micol tried to bolt from the tree – away from the aspect – but she reacted faster than he would have thought possible. Her hand snapped out, stopping his momentum and taking the pair of them to the ground. He managed to twist in time to see her liberating a rusted dagger from its sheath.

From out of sight, he heard the groan of a bowstring. The aspect’s dagger plunged toward his chest, but before it could strike the tip of an arrow spiked through one of the slits in her helm. Its force pushed her off him, and Micol took his chance. He was on his feet in an instant, running away from the group of soldiers.

He met Asoka’s wide-eyed stare; the other boy still held his bow in a ready position. Time stood still for a solitary moment before Micol broke the contact.

Bodies thudded; wood cracked from out of Micol’s view. “Got him!” he heard someone say. “He doesn’t look like an assassin to me.”

Micol kept running. He heard the footsteps of several men behind him, but he didn’t dare stop to check their progress.

“Get the other one!” someone else shouted.

“Over there! He’s headed toward the undergrowth!”

Micol fell into a row of dense bushes, forcing himself through. Branches and thorns tore at his skin and clothes, but he paid them little mind. The men chasing him reached the bushes a moment after he broke through the other side.

His days on the streets of Vicrum came back to him, lessons born from a thousand beatings doled out by those older and larger.There was always someone faster, someone stronger. But Micol had had one advantage: he was willing to go further. A path ahead promised easy escape, but instead of heading for it he plunged deeper into the undergrowth.

A thick root tripped Micol, sending him toppling head-over-heels down a stream bed. He hissed as a flare of pain shot up from his ankle; he inched toward the running water, but a sound came a moment later that stopped him cold.

“Micol!” a distant voice cried. Asoka’s voice. “Help! Please help me!” The pitiful cry was like an icy knife plunged into his lungs.

He didn’t make it out, Micol thought. I didn’t even stop to think about helping him escape. He rose to his knees, taking stock of the situation. He’d lost his bow when the aspect had taken him, which left the small hunting knife on his belt as his only weapon.

“Help! Oh, aspects, please!”

Micol knew what he was supposed to do. The stories soldiers shared were full of such scenarios; if he had been the hero in one of those stories, he would have drawn his knife and carved a path of blood back to his friend to save him. The men searching for him were getting close, and he knew he had to make his decision soon.

A sound like an axe hitting a tree echoed through the forest, sending a morbid shiver down Micol’s spine. He summoned all of his courage, but it wasn’t enough. He turned back to the stream and jumped in, letting the water carry him away.


About the Author:

Quinn Thomas is an Epic Fantasy author and occasional pool shark from Denver, Colorado. When she’s not writing stories about people thrust into situations that turn them into heroes (or more frequently, villains), she’s wrestling her 100-lb labrador retriever. Her favorite fantasy series is Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson.

Things Quinn has tried exactly once and wants to mention because she thinks they make her seem cool: skydiving, surfing, paddle-boarding, yoga.

Things Quinn has tried several times and wants to mention because they make her seem less cool: eating Cheetos on the couch while wearing yoga pants, tripping on her own feet, singing karaoke songs completely sober.

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Thursday, June 29, 2023

Cover Reveal Paranormal Investigations by S. Peters-Davis #CoverReveal #PNR


Spectral Paranormal Investigations
Ghost Guardians 
Book Two
S. Peters-Davis

Genre: Paranormal Suspense Romance Thriller, Paranormal Romance, New Adult, Suspense-Mystery
Publisher: BWL Publishing, Inc.   
Date of Publication: July 2023
ISBN 9780228626442  
Word Count: 54,000
Cover Artist: Pandora Designs

SPI (Spectral Paranormal Investigations) The team’s mission: Rescue ALL spirits left behind, even the evil ones. Murder, Mystery, and Mayhen…in ghost form

Book Description: 
Bri Lancaster and Kyle Benton (SPI ghost detectives) investigate an 1880s rundown, haunted mansion in the middle of nowhere during one of the harshest winters remembered.

The SPI team uncovers that the evil entity bound to the mansion has trapped innocent spirits into an endless loop of abuse, sorrow, and the ultimate…death. In order to rescue the captives, the team discovers they must first defeat the crazed, abusive ghost.

But what happens when SPI team member, Kyle, goes comatose and the only way to rescue him is to extract the horrifying evil entity from Kyle’s body?

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About the Author: 

S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. Paranormal suspense-thriller romances are her favorites. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren and her dog, Sparky, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.

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Tuesday, June 27, 2023

T. M. Smith's Top Ten Favorite Vampires in Fiction, Movies, and TV #PNR #ParanormalRomance

My Top Ten Favorite Vampires in Fiction, Movies, and TV


Niklaus Mikaelson from The Originals

First, Klaus is hot. Second, let’s face it, he’s moody. Byronic moody. While sometimes I don’t find this trait appealing, on him it looked good. Third, everytime I was convinced he was a despicable person, he did something that made me sigh. Okay. So he went a little overboard with the protect-the-family thing, but he possessed a deep-seated, though a bit perverse, love of them. I have to admit, I cried at the end of the last episode.

Vlad in Dracula Untold (2020 movie)

For the love of his wife and son, Vlad becomes the monster. How noble! How sad! And it’s his wife who convinces him to drink her blood as she lies dying so that he can save their son. Once he drinks, his final transformation is triggered. I won’t destroy the ending. I seem to have a soft spot for vampires who risk all for their families.

Eric Northman from the TV series True Blood

I prefer this tall, blue-eyed Eric to Vampire BillTrue, he is calculating and evil when necessary, but he also has a great capacity for love. When Godric, his maker, meets the sun, Eric falls to his knees in tears. Needless to say, I also got out the tissues.

Angelus from the TV series Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the spinoff Angel

Angel is another brooding Byronic hero, cursed with remorse and a soul. It’s enough to make a vampire try to be a good guy. His goal becomes redemption.

Spike, also from the TV series Buffy the Vampire Slayer

He’s a real “bad boy” who turns out to be a hero. What’s not to like? Besides, I fell in love with his spiky, white-blond locks and snarly ways. Though he’s a Billy Idol lookalike, can he sing?

Rein from book one in the Blood Coven Series, The Firebrand by T. M. Smith

Sorry for including one of my own characters, but I admire him. He keeps himself under lock-and-key—tightly controlled. Why? Because he once fell into the blood frenzy. Fighting his way out to become a Firebrand, a warrior in his realm, he doesn’t want to slip up again. Fortunately, Braelyn chips away at some of his legendary control.

Dax, also from the Blood Coven Series

Another of my characters, but he is such a tortured soul I must include him here. Despite his claims to be unrepentant and unsalvageable … Well, you’ll see in book four, The Vampire’s Thirst.

Raphael from D. B. Reynold’s Vampires in America Series

Raphael reminds me of the Don Corleone of vampires, a character who could do justice to Mario Puzo’sThe Godfather. He’s a lord in his western region, but all the readers know he could rule the world. No sweat. But he doesn’t want that. It’s his allies and mate who show him for what he is—loyal. Since he is to them, they are to him.

Rhage from J. R. Ward’s The Black Dagger Brotherhood

Rhage is the right mix of gorgeously handsome, modest, funny, and loyal to his mate and brothers. I love that he eats—all the time. And not always wise nutritional choices.

Count Von Count from the TV series Sesame Street

I could not list my favorite vampires without mentioning Count Von Count. One: I love the accent. I vant to have vone. Two: Mathematicians in a cape are sexy. Three: A vampire who realizes the value of education is bloody smart.



The Demon’s Fire
Blood Coven Series
Book 2 
T. M. Smith

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: May 26, 2023
ISBN: 978-0-3695-0823-2
Number of pages: 437
Word Count: 117,584
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Tagline: When fire meets ice, romance sizzles.

Book Description: 

He’s not her type at all…

The commander is a barbarian. Despite a sexy smile and hot body, nothing can smooth the brute’s ragged edges. Besides, demons need a daily dose of sex. Skyler Maxwell has no intention of becoming a food source.

She’s not his type at all…

The chief legal officer of the Alliance is a buttoned-up, prissy human with frost in her veins. But Kole is stuck playing tour guide for her while she’s on his realm. He was ordered to “play nice.”

Together, Skyler and Kole are fire and ice…

She has a bullseye on her back, and the animus demon is her best chance to stay out of the line of fire. Trapped in a hostile environment, they survive mystical monsters and treacherous attacks. Despite the perils and their differences, their romance ignites, proving fire and ice sizzle. 

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Kole sheathed his blade, turned, and offered Skyler his hand. When she placed her pale, trembling fingers in his palm, he drew her close to his body. She raised her chin to stare into his fire-gold eyes.

Kole bent toward her, his lips drawing nearer. When his mouth brushed hers, rather than push him away, she opened to him. Kole’s lips pressed hard against hers, his tongue thrusting inside, his exploration wild, hungry.

Skyler gasped, shocked by either the kiss or her response. Her knees weakened, her hands resting on Kole’s warm chest for support. Short bursts of electricity flowed into her, eliciting soft moans as he pulled her tighter against him, his arousal a hard prod at her belly.

When he withdrew, he met her gaze with confusion. He cleared his throat.

“Choose, Chief Maxwell. Dermott or me?”

About the Author:

After retiring from my career as a teacher and principal, I settled in to write something more creative than lesson plans on split infinitives and inner-school memos on noise in the hallway. 

Vampires, demons, elves, mages, and other magical beings keep me awake at night with their tales of love and adventure. Taking great interest in their lives, I began a paranormal romance series with alpha males who aren't always nice and females who have no problem keeping them in line. The Firebrand is the first book in the Blood Coven Series.

Here are more orts, scraps, and fragments from my life. (Thank you, Virginia Wolf and Shakespeare.) I moved from sunny Las Vegas to the less-than-sunny Pacific Northwest. Here I have adventures with my daughter, son-in-law, and two granddaughters who also moved to the area. I also enjoy my membership at Bainbridge Artisan Resource Network (BARN), a local organization that supports the arts and offers classes and events in eleven different studios. It was at BARN where my critique group began. With equal time given to in-depth comments on each other's works, snarky remarks, and laughter, we have now been together over five years.


Author Advice from Wells and Bruzzi #EpicFantasy

Author Advice from Wells and Bruzzi

We have had to learn so much over the much of the last decade, it is hard to know where to begin in regard to any advice we could give to future authors. We had no experience, no direction, and no clue. Just a wild idea that had been rattling around in Jon’s head since he was a child. 

We could say that the greatest thing you can do for yourself is to learn what, and where, your resources are. Assuming you have avoided getting in your own way, stopping your progress a thousand times only to start over, and have actually finished your book/novella/story, knowing who to turn to for your next step is critical. Finding a good editor can mean the difference between life and death. 

You may think that you’ve got it under control, and that no one knows your work better than you do, but you could not be more wrong. We sent our first completed draft away to our editor thinking that we had done some solid work in polishing it ourselves, and she even complimented us on how good she thought the story was. But when we got it back, it was covered, front to back, in ink. Changes, switches, notes, comments, and questions filled practically every page, and though our editor maintained that she greatly enjoyed it, there was no question that it was a technical mess. And you know what? When we got through committing her changes to paper, our eyes were opened to just how chaotic our draft had been. It should have been obvious to us at the time, but no one ever wants to see the faults in their own act of creation. Not until someone scribbles all over it, and you dry your tears, do you see how much better it can be. And better it was.

Your next resource is all around you if you’re lucky: trusted people who are close to you, whose opinions you hold dear and respect, to read your work and lend their thoughts. Alpha and Beta readers are your soft introduction to a reading audience, and knowing how people may respond to your work will help you fine-tune it, trim the fat, and bulk up any parts that may be lacking necessary muscle. 

Many first-time authors lack confidence and are often too embarrassed to let anyone see what they’ve done, but we are here to say NO. You are only holding yourself back if you don’t let people in. If your story is just for you, then by all means, tuck it away and we will never bother you. However, if you intend for it to join the world at some point, the longer you delay people getting their eyes on it, the worse off you will be. 

And finally, we will leave you with one last nugget of wisdom: one of the hardest things to do when editing your story is knowing when to stop. Your book will never be perfect, and any attempt to do so will just end up turning you into Sisyphus, rolling the boulder up the hill every day, never to reach the top. Before we released The Blood of a King, we did one last proofread, just to catch typos and little technical errors, and Oh Boy was the urge to start slashing and dicing strong. We had spent so many years editing it from that early chaotic mess to our fine finished product, that the engines were still running. But it was finished. 

We knew it was finished, despite whatever tweaks we may have wanted to add. There is a difference between undoing critical errors and piddling. 

Once all of the problems are gone, and it’s all sanded and smooth, everything else is just you fussing over it because you don’t know when to pack it in. Allow it, and yourself, the dignity and pride of knowing that you’ve created something great. Sit back, relax, and have faith that you’ve done it right. 

Thank you so much for “listening”. We look forward to speaking with you again soon, 

Jon & Dennis

The Blood of a King 
The Rahmirion Chronicles
Book One
Wells and Bruzzi 

Genre: Epic Fantasy
Publisher: New Upper Books
Date of Publication: 4/25/2023
ISBN: Hardcover- 9798986771212 
ISBN: Paperback- 9798986771205   
Number of pages: 474
Word Count: 179,000
Cover Artist: Mert Genccinar

Book Description:

Victory was only the beginning.

Prince Mayson Karrok of Astymere grew up hearing countless stories from the night of his birth. Whispers of murder and betrayal; of war and destruction, all at the hands of an emperor who wanted him dead before he could take his first breath. A night meant to being a peaceful conclusion to the Endless War would become known across the world as the Night of Knives. The scar he bears on his chest is a reminder of just how lucky he is to be alive. 

But over a decade after his father, King Henry, killed that emperor and destroyed his empire, Mayson finds himself fighting to find his own way, fueled by the desire to both follow in his father’s footsteps, and to break free from his shadow to forge his own path. 

Unbeknownst to Mayson, his father set in motion a chain of events that would come to rule his destiny. When he is forced to choose between love and duty, will Mayson have the will to do what is right? For he’ll need all the strength and support he can muster as enemies begin to surround him, both from outside Astymere, and from within.  


Henry reached out to touch the doors, and the more he fought it, the more the voice of the Raelian emperor mocked him. Tell me, Henry. Does the boy look like you? Does the proud blood of the Avaari flow within him, or has your whore given him too much of her mark?

“Silence,” Henry said, turning from the doors to break the illusion. He nearly stumbled upon a line of burnt skeletons strewn across the floor. “One more word and your death will be slow, I swear it. You will curse the day you first drew breath.”

The illusion had been broken, but the voice remained. I wish to know the face of my enemy, Karrok. When we come together at last, I wish to know it well.

“You will never touch him! Do you hear? You will never lay your hands on him!” Henry swung about, striking at the source of the voice, but it came from within, as slippery and foul as pond scum. The Beast will have his day, Karrok. You know it. One by one, those you hold dear will fall under his might. Your wife, your mongrel—even your precious Rahm shall be consumed by the Second Flame. But first, they shall all weep for you. You shall mark the beginning of the end.

The voice dragged Henry back into his false vision, forcing him to once again see the devastation he could not prevent. The windows blew apart around him as fire rained from the sky, drenching the White City in blazing destruction that consumed flesh, stone, and steel. It seemed like minutes before Henry finally took control of himself and stood before the emperor on his balcony, overlooking the growing inferno, listening to the sounds of screams. Tiberian’s hands were outstretched, his arms spread wide. His smile was filled with what Henry could only describe as pure, unhinged madness as he gazed upon the burning city and laughed. Even after Rahmirion took Tiberian’s head from his shoulders, that smile remained—and the emperor’s laugh could not be silenced.

“Nooooo!” Henry bellowed into the empty corridor. The vision was gone, and so was the voice. Those words stayed with him for nearly twenty years, but he had never heard them so clearly. He had tried to forget the look of glee on Tiberian’s face as fire bled from an otherwise clear sky.

About the Authors:

JONATHAN WELLS, lifelong fantasy and sci-fi lover, has been making up stories for as long as he can remember. Some have been scribbled on scraps of printer paper, others were left to just rattle around in his head. And that is exactly how this novel came to be.

The seeds for this epic fantasy were first planted in his 12-year-old brain, a day-dream world where he could wander off when school became too boring. After ten years, the daydream had taken on such a clear shape, with a linear plot and fully fleshed out characters, that he decided it was time to give it a proper “birth.” 

After showing rough sketch of one of his characters to college roommate, DENNIS BRUZZI, his friend “wanted in,” and the rest is history. Dennis, a proven storyteller through his work in journalism and video production, is taking pen to paper for the first time in the fantasy realm. An avid reader and a fantasy enthusiast, he is ecstatic to have worked with his longtime friend to bring this unique and expansive story to life.

“And The Blood of a King is only the tip of the iceberg,” promise Jonathan and Dennis. There are eight more books planned in this epic fantasy series.

Monday, June 26, 2023

Kismet On Wings Cornelia Amiri - Egyptian Prize Pack Giveaway #Giveaway #EnterToWin #EgyptianTimeTravelRomance

Kismet On Wings
Cornelia Amiri 

Genre: Egyptian Time Travel Romance
Publisher: Cornelia Amiri
Date of Publication: June 26, 2023
ISBN: 979-8397660624
Number of pages: 278
Word Count: 71,500
Cover Artist: Kyra Starr

Tagline: The magic of ancient Egypt and a time traveler’s pocket watch…spark two adventures of spells, passion, and peril.

Book Description:

From the hot sands of Ancient Egypt, walk along with Seshat, a seductive priestess, and Ricard, a French Restoration/Regency gentleman…she can’t resist…as they discover a love that enflames their souls.

And follow Felicity, the Victorian Lady Egyptologist, and Heru, the Ancient Egyptian epitome of male perfection who makes her breathless… on their steamy, time travel journey.

Will these two couples overcome time itself or will their love be lost to the centuries between them?

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“For a relic dug out of the sand of Egypt, she looks fresh. Other than her severed head, there is not a flaw or mark on her.”

“Oui, the paint is as bright is if she were just made.”

“Jean François, it does not look like paint, but flesh. Her breast can be seen under the garment as if real.” The young man gaped at the beautifully formed plump stone mounds and erect, peach-toned nipples straining against the sculptured linen draped over her voluptuous body.

“Mon dieu, she is stone, Ricard.” Jean François’s admiration locked on her breasts as well. “Yet so beautiful.”

“Let us look at her whole for but a moment.” Ricard took a deep breath, then set the statue’s severed head onto its neck, positioning it until if fit like two pieces of a puzzle.

Ricard stepped back as his gaze devoured the entire woman, though stiff and lifeless. The stone looked like lush, sun-warmed skin. Her oval face was dark and delicate, with full, rosy lips. He admired her long, lithe body, clad in a sheer, white, sleeveless dress, held up only by two delicate linen shoulder straps. He longed to roam his fingers and lips over her high perched breast and the thin waist that flared into curved hips and lithe thighs. Then, down to her pretty legs and her slender feet garbed in white papyrus sandals, of the station she depicted, an Egyptian priestess of the Middle Kingdom. He drank in her beauty, then he noticed the ornament lying in the valley between her breasts, a thick ankh of gold hung from a chain.

His fingers absently tried to grab hold of the necklace, but it was only part of the statue, no matter how real it seemed. “What is this?” He looked at the plaque in the statue’s stone hands, held beneath the ankh. The last hieroglyphic depicted the symbol for life, an ankh, held up to the woman’s nose.

Ricard read it silently, sounding it out, Nce xarp wt pwwne Ab etoot abrem... Toujo Abrem etoot pwwne ab... xarp wt au ai ankh qe, and translated it under his breath. “God Horus, as you turned my flesh to stone...God Horus, save me, make me whole...change my stone to flesh...give me the nose breath of life,

The room vibrated and an unnatural wind swirled within. Ricard’s hair stood on end, but he could not tear his eyes away from the statue. He grabbed the ankh, and this time it gave way, lifting from the statue’s chest. The curiosity that drove him as a scientist, as an Egyptologist, caught hold and as strange as this all seemed, he felt he had come this far, he had to see it through. Laying the ankh against the statue’s small nose, Ricard acted out the last hieroglyphic on the plaque.

He shuddered at the sound of a gush of breath. A flash of light struck inside the room. The shock knocked the breath out of him. The stone statue moved, but she wasn’t stone anymore. Jean François gasped and stepped back. Ricard couldn’t move.

It’s a living, breathing woman.

About the Author:

Cornelia Amiri was introduced through books to the woman who became her favorite historical character, Boudica. The Celtic Warrior Queen made her start writing professionally. Cornelia loves history and in reading a book about the dark ages, she came across the rebel queen, who inspired Cornelia so much, she started jotting down notes, but they were fiction, visions of her involved in the Boudica revolt. Before Cornelia knew it, she’d accidentally written a rough draft for a novel. And she’s been writing books on purpose ever since. Drawing on her love of a happy ending, Cornelia has written over 40 published romance books.

Now, for the more mundane stuff — Cornelia Amiri and her muse, Severus the Cat, live amid the hustle and bustle of sultry Houston, Texas. When not writing, Cornelia loves to read, watch movies, and attend comic cons. She is currently working on a sequel to Rare Finds and a sequel to The Brass Octopus, which she is renaming and republishing as The Librarian and the Rake.

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Thursday, June 22, 2023

Character Confession- Healing Cassiopeia by Charlie Daye #FantasyRomance

Hi everyone! My name is Cassiopeia, but everyone calls me Cassie, at least the people that I like do. 

I’m here to talk about Charlie and to explain why it took her so long to complete this emotional roll-a coaster of a story of mine. 

See… we had an argument. One that spanned over several years because I feel that she was being unreasonable in the storyline. I wanted the story to go one way and she disagreed stating it needed to go another way. So, for years, I gave her the silent treatment. 

Yes, she tried repeatedly to reach out, but I just wasn’t having it. But then one day, we met for coffee, and she took the time to break things down for me and explain why the direction we were headed was necessary. 

I still wasn’t happy about it, but she promised to shorten the time in which we had to spend in this “unpleasant situation” to get to where I actually wanted to be. 

So, I agreed. 

Now you have this wonderful story about love, loss and perseverance – which you should totally buy – and Charlie are friends again. 

See… happy endings all around!!

Healing Cassiopeia 
Charlie Daye 

Genre: Fantasy Romance 
Date of Publication: 6/20/2023
Number of pages: 539
Word Count: 96,522
Cover Artist: Charlie Daye 

Book Description: 

What if you lost everything you ever loved? 

Cassie lost everything in a single night… Her husband, her unborn child and any hope for a happy future.

Welcome to Elvy – Land of the Fae and endless magic.

In an attempt to pull Cassie from her downward spiral, her parents take her home, to Elvy… A world of unparalleled beauty, magic and endless possibilities. But Elvy is not all it appears to be… there is trickery, deceit, a social hierarchy Cassie doesn’t understand and rules she refuses to play by.

To Love again…

When love comes calling, will Cassie fall to the pressure of Elven society or follow her heart to the happiness she thought she lost forever?


Cassie sat in her room staring out the window. It had been three months since her husband died and yet the melancholy that enveloped her would not let go. But it wasn’t just her husband’s death that haunted her. She was, unfortunately, hit with a double whammy that night.

She was three months into her pregnancy and she and her husband, Greg, had decided to go out and celebrate. It was the first successful pregnancy she’d had since they started trying to conceive. It had taken them nearly three years and after two miscarriages and more hormone injections than Cassie would ever want to think about, the pregnancy finally took.

“If it’s a boy, we’ll have to name him Greg Jr.,” Greg said, taking her hand.

“Oh, you think so, do you? And what if I want to name him something else?” she teased.

Bringing her hand to his lips, he kissed it, “I may be willing to negotiate… for the right price.” He winked at her.

She laughed, “Only you would use sex as a bargaining chip.”

“Hey! I never even mentioned the word sex, but if it’s on the table…” he shrugged, then grinned.

About the Author: 

Charlie Daye began writing at the tender age of thirteen. With an obsession for romance, happy endings and the supernatural she delves into your greatest fantasies and worst nightmares. She will have you laughing, crying, falling in love and getting angry. She will always give you a HEA but getting there is the journey worth taking.

Charlie Daye was born in Lynwood, California. Her greatest passions are music and writing. Her first short story was written at the age of thirteen. At the time her entire class was asked to write a short story for Halloween as part of a homework assignment. Most of the kids in the class wrote one to two page stories... Charlie wrote eight. The short story titled The Haunted House went on to win her district wide awards and was published locally. From their she began writing poetry as means of expression.

Since her writing career began she's has published several titles... The House, The Colonial, The Reservation, The Portrait, The Gypsy's Dance, Mistaken for a Call Girl, Her Last Request and Breeders. Four of which have been nominated for the 2012 RONE Award.

For updates on her books or just to spend some time in her fun and crazy world check out her webpage at or find her on Facebook!

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