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But they slowed and pulled up. I glanced at Dom. They were lost without me and they knew it. Things had swung in my favour, only my instincts told me I was better off alone and Dillon might not even have the kind of authority to return my friends, if they were alive. Dom stated his case. He was already turned. I knew what I had to do for Fre. His face was clearer. I lifted my gun to pull the trigger but Mason dived on me and I fell back under the force as the infected soldier leapt, transformed, at Dom.
I was winded and I struggled to get up, but all I could see was Lab Coat struggling. Mason grabbed my arm. He let me up but held me back, firmly. Dom panicked, pushing the body back. Mason let go of me. I struggled for breath as I walked over and shot Marcus in the head point blank. The bullet blew out the back of his skull, the splatter flicked over my face. We were all in a state of shock, breathing heavily, still tense for action as the echo of the shot died down and I dropped the hand that held the pistol.
We also have two miniature black and tan dachshunds. We live in the middle of the woods on a lake which suits my nature. The big news is that I have been asked by Siren Publishing to become an exclusive author. And I have accepted. I actually became unemployed last year and thought what the heck. I sat down and wrote a story. I then followed the directions for submitting to Siren Publishing. And the rest is history. I was watching the news and saw a house being swept away by a flooding river. I thought about what would happen if there was a group of experts that could come in and help.
Rescue for Hire was born. One character was kidnapped and abused. He vowed to never be a victim again, no matter what. He fought against his attacker the whole way. I hope someone reading it in whatever situation they are in, can realize they can fight and not be a victim. I am working on Lubirea Mia 3. This is about a bigoted lion shifter and a very stubborn human. The readers will get an inside look at the big cat council in this one.
Maybe I would explain the epilogue happened 6 months after the original story. Although in the next story it is explained. Samuel braced himself as Simon came toward them, his green eyes glowing. Simon reached out his hands, ready to place them on lubirea mai symbols on their chests. The tips of his fingers were mere millimeters from their skin, when Riley spoke.
The next moment the palms of his hands connected with the blurry scarred lubirea mai symbols on their chests. You are now united, becoming one in heart, soul and body. It is what is and what will be. For eternity and a day. Learn the game of promotion. It takes putting in the time to promote your book and yourself. To meet and why? I would love to meet my grandfather who died when my mother was 2 years old. I feel a connection with him when hearing all the stories about him. I would love to see and hear how he thinks.
He was quite a successful man, but died on July 4 th when he was only If so what is it? Tell us where we can find you on the internet. Ages 15, 11 and 8. I retired as a nurse when my youngest was born. My husband works away from home.
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I love discovering new bands. Book 5 here we come. Professionally I started writing about four years ago, but have always found myself writing my feelings and thoughts down. When it was all I could focus on. I had a story I wanted to tell and it had to come out. I prefer to write in first person, present tense.
I like to insert myself into the character. I knew I wanted Embrace in the title, that is what I call it when a human is turned to a vampire. From there I just wrote out lots of combinations and picked what fit. Immortal Embrace seemed perfect for the first book. I would say the main one is being true to yourself. Although the relationships, personalities and bonds are all realistic. Many are actually taken from my own experiences. As I mentioned before, lots of the book is taken from my own experiences. Mostly in the form of personalities and relationships.
Every book I read affects me in one way or another. I think as a reader we all take a piece of what we read and keep it inside of us. Pretty much every book I read. I prefer up and coming, self published, unknown. Doing it for myself is calming, but doing it for others is exhilarating. No, because I did the best I could when I wrote each book. Each one made me a better writer and taught me more.
Every good or bad review pushed me further and will continue to do so with my future works. Hmmm, I actually have so many. They all have different styles and such amazing stories. To always believe in your dreams and not let what others think tear you away from who you truly are. Write, write some more, read, and be kind to others. Most of all though, believe in yourself. Thank you so much for believing in me, my little stories and encouraging and supporting me.
It means more than you could ever know. Most of all thank you for being patient in waiting for my next books. My kids, I take them to activities and such. I love Italian food, blue and Marianas Trench…. Given that I entered the market initially as a Paranormal Romance author, I have been itching to write another book in this genre. Honestly, I think when I finally saw my book available on Amazon. It was so surreal and yes, I had to take a screenshot of that moment! The very first book I wrote was Green: A Life Force Novel.
It was actually inspired by a dream that I had on January 29, I only know the precise date because I had written the entry down in my dream journal. Palace Hills is my first book released through Limitless Publishing. I actually came up with the premise of the story back in and was inspired by different things going on in my life during that time — crushes, music I listened to, etc. I tend to write in first person narrative. Though I do have a novel written in third person narrative, I find that I prefer first person both as a reader and a writer.
Self-forgiveness is the main theme of my novel. However, Palace Hills is completely fictional. There are so many! Where do I even begin? We are a close-knit network who is there for one another in all aspects of the literary industry. Thus, I consider all my Limitless Publishing teammates as my mentors.
I have been following this series from the start! I am a one-click addict! There are so many new authors that I discover all the time. The list is just insane! I am currently in the process of writing my newest Paranormal Romance; however I am also revising my New Adult book, which I actually had written while in recovery from surgery this past summer. My friends have supported me throughout this whole venture. My best friend was actually the person who pushed me to finally write Palace Hills as I kept procrastinating on it. Also, my friend Jayne Thurber-Smith is a genius when it comes to editing!
At the moment I have a full-time job and moonlight as a writer at night. I do hope that one day I can make this a full-time career. I was always a bookworm so I think my interest in writing was inevitable. The sharp bite of the cold car window did little to snap me out of my melancholic daze.
I pressed my forehead against the glass, ignoring the stray strands of hair that matted against my skin. I gazed out the window and quickly became lost in the scenery around me. The rush of buildings soon turned to trees and subsequently to bland colored houses and power lines. It was like the beginning of a bad fairy tale, yet somehow I knew there would be no happily ever after to my story.
It was all happening too fast. I shut my eyes as if to wish everything away. In just two weeks, my life as I knew it changed completely. There had to be a way to get it all back…but how? My eyelids were shut so tightly, it began to induce a tiny headache. Yet, I knew no matter how hard I prayed, dreamt, or wished, none of them would ever come true.
I always scoffed at the name. The never ending streets of torn up houses and rusted chain link fences looked anything but a palace. I guess the city contractor had a sense of humor, and it was probably needed considering the pathetic state of the neighborhood. At least someone could find the humor in the situation. I know I found none. I tend to get very emotional when I write. I really need to work on it, but at the same time it helps make the scenes more real. I love, love, love Jennifer L.
I love how her books leave you hanging off the edge of your seats and I love all the new book boyfriends I get every time I read her stories! I went to art school for Graphic Design so that really helped out a lot. Palace Hills was designed by the talented people at Redbird Designs and I think they did an excellent job. Nina, the main character in Palace Hills, made some pretty difficult choices in the wake of her situation. It was such a fine line between understanding and anger and I think I succeeded in not crossing it.
I know it sounds silly, but I learned that as a writer I have the ability to touch my readers emotionally. It was very enlightening, humbling and I am awestruck by it. I feel so blessed to have such awesome readers. Write your little hearts out! Thank you for all your support. I tend to wear my heart on my sleeves and am a very emotional person. I know people are expecting some deep answer to this, but to be honest I would love to meet a certain group of people. Their music speaks to me and has gotten me through many difficult times.
I have always wanted to meet them, but alas never could. So if anyone knows them please send them my way! I love sketching, painting and graphic design. And of course I really love reading, but I think writing and reading always go hand in hand J. I have so many TV shows I love! Just to name a few: Stop by and leave a comment! I love chatting with new people. I did my A-levels at an old-fashioned grammar school in Bavaria, moved to Hamburg to become a librarian and ended up in London working for the British Film Institute and British Airways.
I come from a large family and now have three labradoodles as child substitutes with my partner. It is a contemporary novel about friends, family, mental health and a funeral. When and why did you begin writing? Five years ago I tried to write a handbook for a workshop and whilst I sat at the computer, I wrote down a short story, just to see if I could write fiction. To my surprise the short story turned into a novel and suddenly I had ideas for another.
What inspired you to write your first book? The family division at a moment of grief shocked me and I always wanted to know more about it, although I never found out. It inspired the central conflict in the book. I tend to write the first draft with a plotline in mind but characters and events take on their own life, so I also become part spectator as the story unfolds. How did you come up with the title? I kept thinking of names but none of them fitted. I gradually realized how well it worked. Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
What book are you reading now? Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest? Far too many, Murielle Cyr, S. What are your current projects? It is about two Danish men whose friendship is tested by war, politics and love. Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members. My partner Ryan whose patience and kindness puts most of us to shame. Do you see writing as a career? I am starting to see it a bit like that but I am enjoying the experience so much that I know I will always write, even if I ever grow tired of publishing and marketing.
I learned a lot from feedback, critical reviews and from continuously writing, so part of me is always tempted to go back over old material with an editing pen. However, I am not sure I would change more than minor details. I know if someone edited one of my favorite books I might be quite upset about it.
Martha was petit and fragile looking with bleach blonde hair, very light skin and lots of freckles. She seemed lost in her overly large black dress. When she saw it was a stranger answering the door she trembled, mumbling a barely audible greeting. Charles quickly stuck his head out of the kitchen and shouted:.
Go, sit in the living room! Only then did she move towards the living room, following his lead. She sat down on the sofa, put her handbag on the floor and folded her hands over her knees. She remained that way, without saying a further word, her gaze averted towards the floor.
Simon sat down on the other sofa and tried to think of the right thing to say, but was stumped. An unspoken pressure surrounded that woman and tensed up the atmosphere.
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She, too, had very attractive features, he thought. A hint of Meg Ryan maybe, if only her face was more relaxed. He noticed that her eyes were melancholic and seemed to be continually searching for something. She smiled and shrugged as if to apologise for it. Only then did Simon remember being told about her drinking problem and felt the sting of embarrassment. To add to his discomfort Martha now seemed to have lost some of her initial shyness and looked expectantly at him. The mounting pressure began to feel very uncomfortable.
Martha and Charles had met in hospital after his accident at the estate while she was being treated for nasty bruises and fractures — souvenirs from a recent fight with her latest abusive husband. The memory made him even more self-conscious as to what to speak to her about. She had moved to the front of the seat and was leaning towards him. Clive and I worked at the same firm and nothing about the split has ever been secret. Everyone knows my story and in parts I find that quite liberating. Charles probably mentioned the saga to you.
Had he taken the house off the market yet again or was it going to be some regular abuse he often sent her when he was out drunk with his mates? And what if it was his girlfriend playing a prank? She opened her book and tried to focus on it. When was she ever going to beat her addiction to him? It was ridiculous to think that only half an hour ago a semi-naked hunk had woken her up and it had not stirred her sexual appetite, yet a text from her abusive ex-husband did. When was the whole nightmare ever going to end — one way or another? What did he want now? She had to know, so she put the book down, got her phone out and started to compose a text.
He would say that was passive aggressive again. God, she had no chance with that man. He could make of that what he wanted. After all, his text had not only come like a bolt from the blue, it had been inconclusive… a testing of the waters, without giving anything away himself. She would, as usual, come running and open her heart to him, and he could then decide if he wanted her or not without having made one single promise. Could he really be thinking about her? Did he want her back? Had his little child girlfriend become too boring or bored herself? Was it like Elaine had foretold?
Clive had volatile moods and could easily change his mind again and make her look like a fool if her reply was too positive. She pressed send and immediately regretted it, tormented by worry and fear. She got to the end of her journey and changed onto another bus. She should have ignored it after all. What an idiot she was when it came to dealing with this man. By the time Martha got home she was in a hysterics over it. Of course there were no more texts from Clive. Instead there was a message on her home answer machine from the estate agent saying that there was going to be an extra viewing later that day and could she make sure the place was as presentable as possible.
She had left the place in as good a state as she could, all she could do now was to take her bag and hide it under the bed. Probably best to leave the flat for the afternoon. A hysterical owner was not going to help sell the place — if it ever came to that. She would be careful not to make a mess and just have a quick coffee in the kitchen. No need to worry.
Sorry for not txtg earlier. Love Emma and Jo. If this constant waiting for a message from Clive was going to continue Martha might well have a heart attack by the end of the day. She scolded herself for not really caring much about the message from the girls. She usually would have been worried about them the whole morning. Today, all she could think of was Clive. What a bad mother she had become.
I considered him more of an eccentric than a nuisance. He had a lot of character. If the price for that is a little madness as you call it, then that is a good bargain in my books! His mother I mean, how did she die? I can ask around if you want to know. Are you not angry at Charles at all? Everything that happened must have been a tremendous shock for Charles. She stood up and walked towards the bookshelves until she realised that she was in front of her secret chocolate stash and, feeling self-conscious, she quickly returned to her seat. She was staring over the estate… the estate that would be hers one day.
We all knew Henry forever, Charles knew him for a year at the most. I thought it was disgraceful the way he played the widower and tried to get all the sympathy for himself. That was not gentlemanly, it was self-centred and annoying. Henry loved doing everything the right way and to manage the estate well. All grief is self-pity. The way Henry threw half of his tuxedo on the floor. They were drunk and full of lust, not love. If you are fine with that, please go ahead.
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I want nothing to do with it. I mean to protect you, too. Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing? Continuity, not the big things like the time line and general events, but the tiny little details you make up while focusing on a different matter. Hair color of a secondary character, car type, etc. Lionel Shriver and Christos Tsiolkas, both for their raw honesty and uncompromising writing.
Do you have to travel much concerning your book s? Not yet, but I did go to the London Book Fair this year and am planning to attend a few more in the future, now that I know how it all works. Who designed the covers? All my covers were designed by Daz Smith of nethed. What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it? I found myself in almost all the characters I wrote, in one way or another. In that respect writing is a sometimes uncomfortable look in the mirror but it can also be liberating and very cathartic. I learned a lot of personal lessons. Do you have any advice for other writers?
Write as much as you can because only practice makes perfect. Take from it what helps and keep going. Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers? Reviews are important to writers. If you have taken the time to read a book, consider leaving a comment on the website where you bought it.
Independent writers in particular live from word of mouth and benefit from any fuss made about them. Remember that we do not have a big PR machine behind us, so if you liked a book you can make a big difference by just writing a few lines about it. Do you remember the first book you read? It was called Konrad and was about a boy who came out of a tin. Comedy TV, such as: Scrubs, Friends and Six Feet Under. Swedish author Henning Mankell seems a fascinating character with all the theatre and charity work he is doing aside his writing. Other than writing do you have any hobbies?
Walking my dogs, cycling, running, travelling and films. If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done? Sports professional, location scout, dog whisperer. In the sleepy town of Bratislava in a romantic girl falls for a bookseller from Berlin. Greta Weissensteiner, daughter of a Jewish weaver, slowly settles in with the Winkelmeier clan just as the developments in Germany start to make waves in Europe and re-draws the visible and invisible borders.
The political climate in the multifaceted cultural jigsaw puzzle of disintegrating Czechoslovakia becomes more complex and affects relations between the couple and the families. The story follows them through the war with its predictable and also its unexpected turns and events and the equally hard times after. But this is no ordinary romance; in fact it is not a romance at all, but a powerful, often sad, Holocaust story.
What makes The Luck of the Weissensteiners so extraordinary is the chance to consider the many different people who were never in concentration camps, never in the military, yet who nonetheless had their own indelible Holocaust experiences. This is a wide-ranging, historically accurate exploration of the connections between social location, personal integrity and, as the title says, luck.
Sebastian is the story of a young man who has his leg amputated before World War I.
When his father is drafted to the war it falls on to him to run the family grocery store in Vienna, to grow into his responsibilities, bear loss and uncertainty and hopefully find love. Fischer convincingly describes life in Vienna during the war, how it affected the people in an otherwise safe and prosperous location, the beginning of the end for the Monarchy, the arrival of modern thoughts and trends, the Viennese class system and the end of an era.
The step back in time made from Book 1 and the change of location from Slovakia to Austria enables the reader to see the parallels and the differences deliberately out of the sequential order.
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This helps to see one not as the consequence of the other, but to experience them as the momentary reality as it must have felt for the people at the time. Religion and rivalry divide her family as one of her nephews, Markus has got her heart and another nephew, Lukas got her ear. Her husband Herbert is still missing and for the wider family life in post-war Germany also has some unexpected challenges in store. Once again Fischer tells a family saga with war in the far background and weaves the political and religious into the personal. Being the third in the Three Nations Trilogy this book offers another perspective on war, its impact on people and the themes of nations and identity.
Time to Let Go is a contemporary family drama set in Britain. Following a traumatic incident at work Stewardess Hanna Korhonen decides to take time off work and leaves her home in London to spend quality time with her elderly parents in rural England. There she finds that neither can she run away from her problems, nor does her family provide the easy getaway place that she has hoped for. The book takes a close look at family dynamics and at human nature in a time of a crisis. Their challenges, individual and shared, take the Korhonens on a journey of self-discovery and redemption.
The conflict is drawn out over materialistic issues, but there are other underlying problems which go to the heart of what it means to be part of a family which, in one way or another. Prejudice, misconceptions and the human condition in all forms feature in this contemporary drama revolving around a group of people who attend the subsequent funeral at the British South Coast. Meet flamboyant gardener Charles, loner Simon, selfless psychic Elaine, narcissistic body-builder Edgar, Martha and her version of unconditional love and many others as they try to deal with the event and its aftermath.
Christoph Fischer was born in Germany, near the Austrian border, as the son of a Sudeten-German father and a Bavarian mother. Not a full local in the eyes and ears of his peers he developed an ambiguous sense of belonging and home in Bavaria. He moved to Hamburg in pursuit of his studies and to lead a life of literary indulgence. After a few years he moved on to the UK where he now lives in a small hamlet, not far from Bath.
He and his partner have three Labradoodles to complete their family. He has written several other novels which are in the later stages of editing and finalisation. I have a medical education background and have taken classes in psychology. I am a huge animal and nature lover! I also have a secret in the works. I began writing November 20ish on a dare from a friend.
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She told me to enroll in the November Novel month and I did completing my book in five days. Loss can be overwhelming, take it a day at a time. The world can become bright again, maybe never as bright but not pitch black anymore. I read so many indie authors and newbies.
This is always a hard question because what is new, new to me? New to the writing world? I try to, I understand its something that takes years to build on. When people ask what I do, I say I write. Friends were always saying I should write a story about my past… I took pieces of it and made the Lonely Girl. Can you share a little of your current work with us? With no end in sight, until you. My everything and that all starts with you. The Lonely Girl Series is hard because I based the main character off of me and my loss. Sometimes I have to get out of my own head and jump into another project and come back to it.
He helped me bring The Lonely Girl to where I really wanted it. He is a constant help when it comes to me overthinking something. He taught me to trust my gut and go with it. Nerves get in the way a lot when you write. A book about catching a fish alive and counting to I read… does that count.
I also play soft ball. Food, anything healthy or unprocessed. Other things hurt my tummy. I only use my facebook page. The Lonely Girl What if one day you woke up and found your heart had been shattered? You lost the one person you loved more than anything. Is it worth the risk to try and let someone in? Is it better to be left alone then take the chance of more heartache? This time will be different.