Title: My Blue Author: Emery Jacobs Genre: Contemporary Romance Cover Design: Amy Queau, Q Design Photos: Paul Henry Serres & Wander Aguiar Models: Guillaume & Dina Release Date: July 18, 2019 Blurb Leo For most… More
Eidolon by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
(The Circuit Fae Series, #5)
Publication date: March 3rd 2020
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
Long live the Faerie Queens! Syl Skye, Queen of the Summer Court and her polar opposite and soul-bound love, Rouen Rivoche, Queen of the Winter Court have finally brought peace to their warring Fae realms.
Or so they think.
Because Rouen’s mother, the Adamant Queen, is back, and she’s hell-bent on ruling—no matter what the cost! She tears the Shroud that shields mortals from Faerie and declares war on Syl, Rouen, and the entire mortal realm.
Now all of Faerie’s breaking loose—along with every other dimension in the history of ever—and mortals are awakening to their Faerie blood and being swept up in the Adamant Queen’s war. Worse, the mortals fight back, and with every passing hour, the military draws closer to discovering Faerie’s whereabouts and exposing all its secrets.
Beset by enemies on all sides, can Syl and Rouen heal the Shroud, stop the war, and defeat the Adamant Queen before Faerie, the mortal world, and everything in between goes kaboom?
Their only chance lies in the evil dark circuitry magic they’ve been fighting all along—the Moribund. It’s a desperate plan, but Syl and Rouen’s enemies are about to find out:
Faerie hath no fury like a Queen scorned.
Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance–where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.
She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she’s clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power.
She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.
GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality. The Circuit Fae series
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(Sea Crest Series, #1)
Publication date: June 18th 2019
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
My world was black.
I was living bottle to bottle.
Only waking up for a new one.
I was burning through girls. Loving them and leaving them. I swore that I’d never love again. The pain of losing it was too much. I was shutting that shit down.
But then one summer night, I saw her standing there on the beach.
The last rays of the sun glinted off her hair.
Her shy smile captured me.
She stole the heart I thought was dead.
And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do, but let her take it and run.
Sea Crest is a popular tourist town, but to me it’s just home.
I’m an average girl who rarely strays from the middle of the road.
But then… we collided.
Me the local good girl and him… the damaged, mysterious new bad boy in town.
My friends told me to stay away.
My gut told me to run.
But my heart’s a traitor that burned for him.
This is more than a summer crush… this could be everything. But in this seaside town, image is the name of the game.
Either you are in or you’re out.
The local good girl catching the eye of the hottest bad-boy who ever graced the halls of Pine Point Academy won’t go over well.
Time to up my game and fight for what I want.
But by summer’s end, will I be the one left crushed?
Carrie Banks writes new adult and teen fiction coming of age and romance books.
She loves chocolate, coffee and dogs!
In addition to writing, Carrie enjoys riding her favorite horse, Sienna, camping in Cape Cod and hanging out with her six nephews!
Skin Hunter by Tania Hutley
Publication date: June 18th 2019
Genres: Dystopian, Science Fiction, Young Adult
She didn’t want to do it… But she was desperate.
Trying to escape the dangerous streets of Old Triton, the buried city, Milla takes the ultimate risk
Could a dead girl’s identity be her way out? A ticket to a richer, brighter world high above the muck and gloom of her old life?
Now she’s part of a high tech contest, with a prize beyond money, fame and everything she has ever known. A chance to become something… new.
But if anyone finds out who Milla really is, she’s dead.
The other competitors come from privilege, their faces and bodies tweaked to perfection. Rich and handsome Cale could be the most dangerous of all. Why is he so interested in a scarred, ugly “sinker” like Milla?
To survive, she needs to be brave.
To win, she needs to evolve.
Just try and stop her.
Skin Hunter is an upper YA science fiction novel – a futuristic, dystopian thrill-ride with a spark of romance.
Tania Hutley is a USA Today bestselling author who loves sci-fi movies and wishes she lived in the Whedon-verse.
Tania also writes sexy contemporary romance using a top-secret pen name. She could tell you what that pen name is, but then she’d have to turn you into a chicken.a Rafflecopter giveaway https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js.
Feed 4: The Corporation by Nicole Grotepas
Publication date: June 20th 2019
Genres: Adult, Dystopian
Sometimes a hero has to lose everything to discover what matters most.
Still trapped in the dangerous heart of the Kirkwood Broadcasting empire, Ramone works to meet his captor’s demands: create a device to block the feeds.
But . . . aren’t they in control of the feeds? And how will they use such a tool?
Though it’s against everything he believes in, Ramone is prepared to give Kirkwood the tool they want in exchange for what he wants—a guarantee that his family will be safe.
But the way forward isn’t easy.
Allegiances will be questioned. Traitors will continue to rise and fall. Maybe there’s a way out without compromising the ideals he sacrificed once, years ago. He only has to trust the turncoat who offers him an alternative.
But as the corporation prepares to covertly unleash its massive army of surveillance cameras upon the rest of the world, Ramone can see that there really is only one option: do not give them what they want.
He only has everything to lose if he screws up.
For fans of surveillance dystopian works such as 1984, We, and revolutionary TV series like The Prisoner and Black Mirror. Can you survive the feeds?
Tasha pulled away, a grin spreading across her face. “You kiss like a devil.”
Isaac stayed in his role. “The only way I know how.”
“Well, your mama didn’t teach you to kiss like that.”
“No, obviously,” Isaac said, lapsing into his casual, real nature. Tasha walked to where she’d been standing in the gazebo, and gazed out at the valley.
“It’s beautiful up here,” she said with a sigh. “I could get used to this.”
“It wouldn’t be hard, though. Would it?” Isaac asked, raising an eyebrow. Having amazing things—the shit you wanted, beauty, wealth, posh possessions—of course that was easy. Being stuck in the gutter for the duration of what some might call ‘a life,’ now that was hard.
She looked at him, half her face in shadows, the other half looking at him intently beneath the soft light of the strand bulbs. “You’re right. I can see why you’re here.”
“Especially considering,” he said, still leaning on one arm balanced against the top of the banister.
She looked thoughtful before asking, “Where would you be if you could be anywhere, no boundaries, no exclusions, money is not an issue?”
“Paris. Or the west coast like San Francisco or Santa Monica.” He looked away from her and thought about what he’d said. That was the goal. Getting to the top of Sweet Life. Being showered with gifts, treated like a celebrity, offered advertising deals, recognized as a creative genius whose presence brought in viewers. He thought of his fans and wondered what they’d be saying right now about what he was doing. “Isaac! You’re selling out!” “Isaac, stay true to yourself!” “Isaac, no!” Of course, there’d be some who’d say, “You got this!”
“Paris is nice. There’s a vibrancy in the air and a sense of timelessness. The past and present colliding in this indescribable connection like all things are one. You know?”
He nodded, wondering if she sincerely believed that he had been to Paris. Or anywhere like that. Did she know him? Know of his limited background and what he was trying to achieve? Or was he nameless for her? A placeholder? An object to be exploited?
He was obviously that, something to exploit. Otherwise how could she . . . how would anyone be OK with that?
Dwelling on it was pointless. He knew what he had to do and he was doing it. And if she thought she’d pull him deeper into some kind of weird relationship, she was wrong.
Nicole writes stories about surveillance and how it affects human behavior, colonization, AI, robots, and a bunch of other impossible but cool scenarios. She studied folklore in college and believes that the best parts of any story touch on these living, changing elements of culture.a Rafflecopter giveaway </script
FIGHTING FOR YOU, the next book in Layla Hagen’s Connor Family series, is available now! Get your hands on Jace and Brooke’s story today!
About FIGHTING FOR YOU
Jace Connor has received many titles in his career, and enjoyed them all. Although, he’s working on changing the last one. There’s more to Jace than the media portrays—a man who loves his tight-knit family, being his nieces’ and nephews’ favorite uncle.
The reformed party-boy is now steering clear of anything that could blemish his reputation. But when the coach’s gorgeous daughter is hired on as the team’s new sponsorship manager, keeping on the straight and narrow becomes impossible. Her warm and bubbly personality coupled with her sexy-as-sin body makes her irresistible.
Brooke Derringer wants to prove to everyone that she wasn’t hired due to her personal connections. She’s determined to keep things strictly business and focus only on work. She learned the hard way that the office isn’t the place to make friends.
But a certain smoking hot–and bossy–soccer player is determined to change her mind. Surprising her with clandestine dinners and late-night gym sessions, Jace is inescapable.
For the first time in his life, Jace wants more. He wants the whole package…with the one woman he can’t have. But Jace doesn’t let that deter him. He’s determined to fight for her. And he will.
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About Layla Hagen
Layla Hagen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance.
She fell in love with books when she was nine years old, and her love affair with stories continues even now, many years later.
She writes steamy and romantic stories and can’t wait to share them with the world.
She is represented by fabulous Louise Fury (The Bent Agency)
Odin’s Game by Tim Hodkinson
Publication Date: 20th June 2019
Series: The Whale Road Chronicles #1
Orkney, 931: A young woman flees her home to secure a life for her unborn child. Eighteen years later, a witch foretells that she must lose him once more.
The subject of a Viking prophecy, it is Einar’s destiny to leave Iceland and fight his father – of whom only only one will survive.
As the clouds of war gather, he will fight unimaginable foes, forge new friendships, and discover what it truly means to be a warrior.
Not everyone will survive, but who will conquer all?
About Tim Hodkinson
Tim Hodkinson grew up in Northern Ireland where the rugged coast and call of the Atlantic ocean led to a lifelong fascination with vikings and a degree in Medieval English and Old Norse Literature. Apart from Old Norse sagas, Tim’s more recent writing heroes include Ben Kane, Giles Kristian, Bernard Cornwell, George RR Martin and Lee Child. After several years New Hampshire, USA, Tim has returned to Northern Ireland, where he lives with his wife and children.
Tim Hodkinson’s Guest Post
Why I write about Vikings by Tim Hodkinson
I’m often asked why I write about the Vikings. Apart from fascination with the undeniable sense of adventure their world evokes, one reason is that I want to rescue them from their modern image. From dodgy Nineteenth Century Germanic nationalism to 1980s heavy metal music, a variety of elements have combined to create an image of “The Vikings” which tends to be unrelentingly grim and macho.
I have to admit I love 1980s heavy metal, but it was not until I was lucky enough to study Old Norse at University that I really came to a deep understanding of Norse culture. The first thing that struck me when translating medieval sagas was the immediate, even modern style of those prose narratives. Those ancient tales were also filled with black humor and a dry wit that seemed very familiar. Ever since I’ve been on a quest to rehabilitate the reputation of those ancient Norse characters. Yes, some of them were the killers we think of them as, but they were also a lot more. Egil Skallagrimsson, for example, was a violent maniac yet was also the greatest poet in medieval Iceland.
There are a lot of things about the Norse that might surprise modern readers. Some of the things we think we do “know” often turn out to not to be the case. Horned helmets are a prime example. Most articles written about the vikings start with the trope that they did not wear horned helmets. However, horned headdresses do indeed appear to have played some sort of role in ancient Norse culture, though probably had a religious rather than a military one. A fragment of a ninth century tapestry found in the Oseberg Viking ship burial shows a figure wearing horns on his or her head. Dies for casting helmet decorations show a similar figure, dancing and holding spears. The current theory is that these represent some sort of heathen priest, possibly associated with Odin.
Far from being the smelly barbarians we might think of, the Norse were actually very fastidious, certainly when compared to their English contemporaries. An English monk complained about Tenth Century English women “allowing themselves to be seduced” by Norsemen due to “their habit of combing their hair every day, of bathing every Saturday and regularly changing their clothes.” While most days of the week are named after Norse Gods, the day we call “Saturday” was called “Washday” in Old Norse.
To say Valhalla, the “Viking Heaven”, never existed would seem like a religious statement. However our modern word is a mistake, a Nineteenth century mistranslation of the Old Norse Valhöll. A direct translation to “Valour Hall” probably gives you the idea of what concept the Norse themselves had of it. However, according to Norse legend, only half of those killed in battle ended up there. The other half went to a place called Fólkvangr, which was ruled by the goddess Freya. One wonders what some of the macho vikings we think of today would have thought waking up after a glorious death to find themselves in field run by a female deity.
There is so much of interest in Norse culture beyond the modern stereotype and I hope I’ve managed to capture some of it in my novel, Odin’s Game, without losing any of the swashbuckling adventure.
Odin’s Game is published by Aria Fiction and is available in ebook format from Amazon and through all the usual channels.
SPANK: Odyssey by Klara Raškaj
Publication date: June 18th 2019
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, LGBTQ+, Romance
It’s easy to be a villain.
Or is it?
Domino Enviedhieri is a young magica user and aspiring entrepreneur stripped of his heritage, his dignity, and most importantly, his allowance. After being forced to battle a rampant demoness alongside his rival at the strip club where he works, Domino finally decides he’s had enough and wants to kill the bastard for stealing his well-deserved spotlight for the hundredth time.
With the help of his ethnically diverse crew, Domino embarks on an epic quest for ultimate power. Though the journey is riddled with dicks, demons, danger, and confusing sexual feelings for one’s best friend, Domino is determined to prove his greatness to the world and to himself.
But to beat the fiercest warrior in the enchanted Republic of Kitaria, there’s really only one power Domino needs to gain: his own sense of self-worth.
After shaking his head back into consciousness, Domino turned his face toward the person onto whom he’d been pushed by his most disliked traveling companion. He laid his eyes upon a pastel-yellow bishop-sleeve shirt with ornamental gold patterns around the edges and a muscular dark-skinned chest that peered from underneath. His face transformed into a look of otherworldly dread as the man’s lips smiled back at him.
“Gah!” Domino shrieked, falling back onto the floor. “You!” he barked, pointing at the man with his finger and glare.
“I-it’s all right, friend! It’s only me!” said the man, standing up from his chair to help Domino.
His jaw was square and masculine, yet his smile was kind. His skin was a warm copper-brown color. He had a buzz cut, an athletic build, and a large sword sheathed away on his back that hung off him by several leather straps. The whole world recognized him and his raging success in the endless battle against evil fiends across the globe. He was a hero by profession. Admired by many, despised by the rest, but most of all, he was feared. He was Zephyr Hugo.
Domino slapped Zephyr’s hand away and stood up by himself. “What? You came here to rub your giant magical sword in my face?”
“Of course not.” Zephyr chuckled, averting his bashful gaze. “I—I mean…I could show it to you if—”
“Why did you come to bother me while I’m at work?” argued Domino. “No—why did you come to bother me—period?”
“Well, uh…” mumbled Zephyr. “I know how much you hate charity, so I realized the best way to help you would be to pay you in exchange for your noble services.”
Domino’s face turned blood red. His eyes opened wide from the sheer amount of shock and embarrassment coursing through his body.
Zephyr presented him with a heavy coin pouch, smiling and blushing like a prepubescent boy confessing his feelings to his crush.
“Ooooooo!” the nearby spectators cheered.
Domino glanced at the drunkards with a fierce glare, wishing he had the balls to throw a beer stein at each and every one of them.
Zephyr continued to gaze at Domino with his hand stretched out, holding the coin pouch in front of him.
“Stop staring at me like that, you freak!” Domino shouted at him, his voice revealing a hint of anxiety among all the anger and discomfort. “I’m not gonna fucking sleep with you!”
“O-oh, no!” Zephyr replied, pulling back the pouch and placing his hand on his chest, unable to look Domino in the eye anymore, let alone keep his smile subdued. “You misunderstood me. I—I merely wanted to compensate you for your performance. Isn’t that how it works?”
A moment of silence filled the air around them, though it wasn’t much, considering how the rest of the club was still raving with noise from the music and the crowd’s cheers.
Domino took a bit of time to think about the proposal before answering. “Okay,” he grumbled, grabbing the pouch from Zephyr while keeping his glare pointed at him. “I’ll take the coins. But only ’cause I’m poor now.” He then tied the pouch around the side of his tight thong that slowly slipped down due to the excess weight. “Fucking shit…” he groaned as he tried to pull the thong closer to his hip bone, hoping it would stay on until he could store the pouch in a less inconvenient location.
Klara Raškaj is an author of hot and eldritch speculative romance. An epic journey, otherworldly creatures, fantastic lore, a tantalizing romance, a dash of bone-chilling horror, and a pinch of mystery is her not-so-secret recipe for a delectable literary treat. Her lifelong love of writing is second only second to her obsession with hazelnut milk and artisan soap.
(Pretty Lies, Ugly Truths Duets, #1)
Publication date: June 18th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Mysterious boy painted in shades of red.
Eccentric girl dripping in sunshine.
He was the type mother’s warned their little girls about—a cocky, rich asshole with a pretty smile, unapologetically insane and wild.
I was the type guys like him usually ignored—a free spirit who hid my crazy beneath an odd good girl facade, and the art hanging on my studio walls.
We were opposites in every way but one, and we collided like two runaway trains that never had a chance of stopping.
What blossomed between us, our ‘relationship’, was maniacal.
We got stuck in a cycle of madness.
Rhett Sullivan became a bittersweet poison I couldn’t get enough of.
In the end, that’s what destroyed me.
Because in the end?
Our love was nothing but a lie.
I said I was done slapping warning labels on my book babies this year, but since I have never written full on NA yet, I’m going to give a tiny one now. This will be the only label this duet will have. If you are not a fan of twisted stories that deal with dark themes, rich assholes, and lots of filthy sex, this will not appeal to you. This couple is not unicorns and rainbows and neither is their story.
Shameless author of twisted unconventional love stories.
Natalie has a penchant for (writing) villainous immoral men and tends to deviate away from traditional happily-ever-afters.
When she isn’t slaying words on multiple projects, she’s either sipping on a margarita or hanging out in the sunshine state with her husband, their three boys, and her pit-bull named Lulu.
We are less than three weeks away from the release of DATING ROULETTE by D. Kelly. This brand new standalone romance will be released on July 9th – check out a new teaser below and be sure to pre-order your copy today!
About DATING ROULETTE
Seven chances to win my heart.
It’s not hard –
Don’t put ketchup on your eggs.
Don’t wear tasseled loafers.
For the love of all that’s Holy, don’t ogle the waitress.
Yet no one can get it right.
It’s Bexley’s game.
Correction – it’s her life.
A constant rotation of dates.
You might get one; you might get seven.
No one has ever gotten to eight.
There’s only one rule –
Don’t commit a dating sin.
I’ve watched for years and bided my time.
Now, it’s my turn to play.
Pre-order DATING ROULETTE today!
About D. KELLY
Kelly, author of The Acceptance Series, The Illusion Series, and standalone companion novels Chasing Cassidy and Sharing Rylee, was born and raised in Southern California. She’s a wife, mom, dog lover, taxi, problem fixer, and extreme multi-tasker. She married her high school sweetheart and is her kids’ biggest fan.
Kelly has been writing since she was young and took joy in spinning stories to her childhood friends. Margaritas and sarcasm make her smile, she loves the beach but hates the sand, and she believes Starbucks makes any day better.
A contemporary romance writer, D. Kelly’s stories revolve around friendship and the bond it creates, strengthening the love of the people who share it.
Dry Bones: The Valley by Safari Spell
(Long Live Dead Reckless #3)
Publication date: June 18th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
In the third novel in the LONG LIVE DEAD RECKLESS series, Talor must find a way to remember what everyone wants her to forget…or lose herself forever.
As a Grigori Princess, Talor has everything most women could ever want: love, eternal beauty, wealth, and power. Supernatural servants bend to her every will and no material desire is denied her, but that rose-colored reality begins to crack when she hears a mysterious voice speaking through music.
After a violent encounter with a sinister figure in the countryside, her husband Rami turns cold and possessive, blaming her for the growing storm between the Grigori and the Dissent. Confused and heartbroken, Talor soon becomes less like a princess and more like a prisoner in her own home.
But as the list of enemies seeking to abduct her from the Valley grows, she begins to wonder what it is they know that she doesn’t. When she is faced with an unthinkable choice, she must be braver than she ever thought possible if she is to discover the shocking truth that will change everything.
I’d never been to Memory Hill before, and I didn’t know why.
I could see it off my balcony. From time to time, I even watched servants make the pilgrimage up the hill to cry and spend time mourning loved ones, but I had never seen a grave or a funeral. Not that they were great to go to, but still. They had a use, and the people left behind needed them.
Since I didn’t know which keepsake represented Servant’s lost children, I knelt at the base of the first trellis and laid the bouquet of lilies there. Staring up at all the unread letters and fading figurines, something caught my eye. There was a fake mustache dancing in the wind, looking too playful to be at a memorial.
I scoffed, grateful someone had a really good sense of humor in such sadness to hang a fake mustache. Standing, I took hold of it, noting the familiar feeling in my hand. As I ran my fingers over the matted mess of mustache, I felt the surge of something pushing to the front of my mind.
All of a sudden, a handsome face flashed forward. With it came blonde wavy hair, earnest blue eyes, and soft lips that bent my will. A tuxedo. A river and tears.
I gasped as a letter – the start of a name – began to emerge in my mind.
“Princess?” Levi called, looking like he wanted to come up the hill.
I shook my head, glancing back down with a smile. After a moment, I tentatively reached out and touched the mustache again. This time I felt the warmth of his lips and the depth and cadence of his voice as he pleaded with me. I couldn’t hear his words, but they were pulling me in even through silence. I strained as hard as I could, but I couldn’t push past the invisible wall dividing details from my memory.
Even in the lowlight shadow of the memory, I could tell it was Alexander, one of Saiza’s handsome blonde sons. Shocked, I leapt back from the mustache like it burned me. I had never been involved with one of Saiza’s sons.
The mustache swayed from my motion and the wind, and I couldn’t peel my eyes away from it. How did I have intimate memories of Alexander? The memory was wrong somehow. It couldn’t have been him. After all, he wasn’t dead. Didn’t Levi say Memory Hill was for people who had passed? Even more confusing, if I had these memories, then I must’ve been the person who placed the mustache there.
But…why would I do that? And when?
I had no memory of it.
Safari Spell is a native of Albany, Georgia. Author of the Long Live Dead Reckless series, she has a BA in Journalism from Valdosta State University. She currently lives in North Georgia with her husband, two children, and a backyard jungle harboring all the dinosaurs everyone thinks are extinct. Her dreams include chasing autumn around the globe and having a wallaby sidekick.a Rafflecopter giveaway https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js
Dating by the Book by Mary Ann Marlowe
Published by: Kensington
Publication date: June 25th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Is love just something you find in books?
Six months ago, writer and bookstore owner Maddie Hanson was left at the altar. Since then, she’s had zero interest in romance—despite the fact that she runs a book club full of sexy eligible bachelors. But when her latest novel is panned by an anonymous blogger who goes by the name Silver Fox—and who accuses her of knowing nothing about passion—she decides to prove her nemesis wrong by seeking a romance hero in real life . . .
There’s the smoldering rock musician, the bookish college professor, and her competitive childhood friend who may want to steal her bookstore more than her heart. Even Silver Fox is getting in on the action, sending Maddie alarmingly—and intoxicatingly—flirtatious emails. And that’s not all. Her ex wants her back.
Now Maddie is about to discover that like any good story, life has twists and turns, and love can happen when you least expect it—with the person you least expect . .
The cry of You’ve got mail! broke the silence, and I made the mistake of checking my phone. The preview showed me an incoming email from Silver Fox. I steeled my nerves for the inevitable sting and clicked the link with one eye closed, bracing for a deadly attack. Here he was a total stranger, and the prospect alone of what he might say had my heart racing worse than a Stephen King novel.
I bounced my foot on the spindle of the stool and dove headfirst into what I was sure would be a flogging.
I don’t know why I’m responding to you, but I confess that I keep arguing with you in my head, so I’ve finally decided to tell you a thing or two.
First, you’re wrong if you think reviewers don’t hear from authors. We hear plenty, and trust me when I tell you that responses can be pretty vicious. I sometimes ignore them, but believe it or not, I do realize that authors are people, too, which is why I find myself wanting to mentor you to a better mental place. My main argument is that you shouldn’t respond to reviewers because your opinion is no longer valid. Or let me rephrase it—your opinion is no more valid than mine.
Second, I find myself once again in the position of defending my own personal situation. While I do enjoy video games as much as anyone of my generation, it’s not my primary occupation. In fact, writing reviews is my hobby. I may do this in my underwear, but not simultaneously at my mother’s house.
Third, I do have a healthy imagination, and I can read between the lines. You may have romantic experience, but I suspect you’ve forgotten what it feels like to truly be in love. Unfortunately for me, love is a feeling I’m all too familiar with, and I recognize when someone is faking it. If I could offer you some free advice, I’d urge you to get out and get more experience—romance, sex, heartache. Live a little. If you haven’t felt your stomach flip when your hand brushes someone else’s, if your spine doesn’t tingle when you think back on your first kiss, you can’t bring those feelings to your readers.
Or ignore me. I’m sure there will be plenty of readers who don’t care about the romance anyway. You can write for them.
Heartache? He wanted me to intentionally fly into that turbulence again? It had taken me six months to nurse myself from the depths of the abyss before I could sink my fingernails into the ledge and heave myself up and out. Silver Fox expected me to just do it again? Sure.
But what if he was right? What if the cocoon I’d wrapped myself in was preventing me from writing a genuine relationship? Worse, what if it was preventing me from moving on with my life?
I poked at my bruised heart and didn’t recoil in agony. Had it dried up and died?
“Live a little.” Like that was so easy.
I made a fresh latte and walked over to sit with fellow romance-phobe Charlie.
“What are you working on, Charlie?”
“Reading.” He closed his laptop and stretched. “Why do you think so much of literature is about waiting? Why can’t it all just be the good parts? Why do I have to wade through hundreds of pages lost in the mines of Moria before getting to some real action?”
“Are we talking about Tolkien?”
“It’s just a metaphor. So much wandering around. My patience grows short.”
“Sounds like my life. I strayed from the path in Mirkwood forest and can’t find my way back.”
“Have you considered flipping pages?”
“Of my life?” I laughed, trying to imagine how that would work.
“Why not? Choose your own adventure.” He pointed his index finger toward an invisible lightbulb. “Stuck in the mines? Go over the mountain.”
“Maybe, but it’s still a choice. Or just go to the next chapter. It can’t be that hard.”
I considered his premise. “But what if you skipped over all the boring or hard parts of life? You’d go straight to your death bed!”
“Hmm. I think you can always choose to stray from the path.” He stirred his coffee. “And with that in mind, I’m going to make a monumental decision to start a new book.” His eyes sharpened with sincerity. “You could, too.”
Charlie the Chronicler had struck again.
“Choose your own adventure . . .”
Peter wasn’t even in this chapter of my life. How long was I expected to wait for the return of the king? Did I have to return to the original path? Did I have to wait for Peter to come back around?
Or could I consider other avenues?
What if, instead of sitting in my own self-pity, I took a chance on a perilous quest fraught with messy complications, whose successful completion seemed impossible? It wasn’t like there was safety hiding in the mines anyway. I’d already spent six months in the dark, chased by a cave troll of emotional destruction. I might not die of heartbreak, but loneliness rose up like a flaming Balrog from the depths of hell, and only I could choose to fly to higher ground.
I wanted to emerge as the heroine of my own adventure. A badass heroine controlling her own destiny.
Some Kind of Magic is Mary Ann Marlowe’s first novel. When not writing, she works by day as a computer programmer/DBA. She spent ten years as a university-level French professor, and her resume includes stints as an au pair in Calais, a hotel intern in Paris, a German tutor, a college radio disc jockey, and a webmaster for several online musician fandoms, plus she has a second-degree black belt. She has lived in twelve states and three countries and loves to travel. She now lives in central Virginia where she is hard at work on her second novel. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at http://www.maryannmarlowe.com, on Facebook, http://www.facebook.com/marlowemaryann/, and at twitter.com/maryannmarlowe.a Rafflecopter giveaway https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js