New Release Coming Soon



Hello everyone… I know I’ve been a bit MIA. I’ve been working on a new project and it’s nearly ready. I went a different direction, one I hope you’ll like. It’s a story set in medieval England titled, The Imperial Arm. I’m hoping for a May release once all edits are completed. Here’s a little of what’s to come…

An epic saga unfolds…
Medieval England… Emissary to King Henry III…
Darrius of Blackstone is sent to northern England with his Imperial Elite to take down an enemy of the crown. The list of grievances is long—his debauched brother—a rebellious bride—a demonic father-in-law—and a band of renegades. Danger and intrigue defy nature’s life-and-death penalties, exposing the Imperial Arm’s code of honor and the risks he will take to triumph. However, the cold, desolate warrior unleashes his darkest heart upon Lady Brenna of Carthmore, a woman suffering from neglect and his honor be damned. Darrius must save more than his mission, but with love, there is no choice.

Cover reveal coming soon…

Guest Author: Beth Hale

I’d like to welcome Beth Hale today as she gives us some insight on how she deals with writer’s block and her new book…

How I Deal

Writer’s block is an evil, evil reality in an author’s world. Sometimes it can be a mild annoyance, and other times it can be a crippling ordeal. I would like to share three of the ways I deal with writer’s block.


—I bake. Cookies and cakes; pies and bread. If the house is smelling good, I am trying to make my characters talk to me again.


—I clean. Obsessively clean. Everything. If my husband comes home to find his sock drawer ruthlessly organized, I am trying to discover which direction my book needs to take.


—Music. Yep. If you find me with my iPod turned up to max volume and dancing

around the house, I am trying to work out a difficult scene in my mind.


There are some other ways, but I can’t give away all my secrets. You might laugh at me if I did.




Author Bio

Beth Hale writes about what she knows: strong, Southern women and the men who love them. She twines believable characters, realistic circumstances, and heart-felt emotions together to create sassy, sexy contemporary romances. She draws inspiration from the everyday life problems we all face and expands them into vivid, interesting, hard-to-put-down stories.


She learned the joys of reading from her mother, and her love affair with books has only grown stronger. If she isn’t breathing life into a new character, she is trying to make a dent in her large to-be-read pile.


Beth lives in a small town in Mississippi with her own real-life hero and two children. They share the house with a variety of pets. When she is not working her “day job” as an E-911 dispatcher, you can find her curled up on her couch, with a blanket, a cup of coffee, and a notebook.


Book Blurb

Walker and Lainey share one explosive night together, and he awakens to find her gone. Shrugging it off as just a glorious one-night stand, he accepts a new job in a new town, New Hope, Mississippi. That’s where he finds Lainey again. She just happens to be married to the Chief of Police—and Walker’s new boss.


Lainey is terrified that Walker will divulge their secret. If he does, Lainey is a dead woman. But despite the danger, she can’t forget the one passionate night she spent in Walker’s arms.


Walker demands answers from Lainey: What secret is she hiding? Why is she so afraid? And when people begin dying, he wants to get to the bottom of it. Why is the police chief trying to brush off the deaths? Why doesn’t he want Walker to work the cases? What kind of secrets is he hiding?


Drawn together, unable to deny their passion, they risk their lives. Lainey is trapped. Walker is determined to save her and uncover the truth. Can they expose the secrets before a ruthless man destroys any hope for a brighter future?

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Book Release: Awakening (The Willow Creek Vampires Series Book 3) by Stephanie Summers


The town of Willow Creek is seemingly free after Remy’s sacrifice set off a life-altering chain of events that resulted in the demise of most of the world’s vampire population. Sabine flees to her home afterwards, except her family has disappeared and a “For Sale” sign is planted in her front yard. Just when she thinks she’s lost it all, she’s summoned back to Willow Creek Manor. Confused, and almost certainly walking into a trap, she reluctantly returns, only to find that the king of vampires still lives… and he is none other than her Remy. The dead love of her life is alive, but he doesn’t quite seem like the same man. With the help of a witch, a ghost, and a longtime enemy, can Sabine bring back the man she fell in love with… or will she lose him forever?

Bonus:  Awakening includes the prologue and first two chapters of Stephanie’s upcoming novel, Take Me On. Once you’ve read The Willow Creek Vampires Series, you might remember a certain rock star Sabine has been obsessed with named Ash London. Take Me On is his story. Enjoy!

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My Review:

If you thought you lost the love of your life, only to find him alive–how would you react?
Sabine finds Remy alive, but something is different. Something has changed. He’s not exactly her Remy, is he? So many factors play against the power couple, struggling to hold onto their love and happiness. You won’t believe the awesome mind job in this story. It’s not predictable. Forget everything you know about vampires and walk the journey with Sabine and Remy. Giving up isn’t an option as these two fight for their love and try desperately to overcome the ultimate evil threatening to destroy them. This is a great conclusion to the WCVS. Ms. Summers delivers and I highly recommend!!!




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Craving (The Willow Creek Vampires Series Book 1)

My Review:

A young woman destined to become a vampire’s concubine? What a fresh idea!! There was plenty of excitement starting from the beginning with an underlining mystery that pulls you in and how the vampires protect the town of Willow Creek from something sinister. I loved Sabine with her snarky comments and desire for independence and Remy’s self-confident sexiness with his desire-to-be-anywhere-else-in-the-world-but-here kind of attitude. In the beginning, neither of them want each other, but that’s part of the fascination…the love/hate of their relationship keeps you guessing, mixed with humor and hope they will succumb to each other. Bottom line: their chemistry ROCKS!! You won’t be the same after reading this and you’ll be CRAVING more! I recommend it to anyone who loves vampires!


Haunting (The Willow Creek Vampires Series Book 2)

My Review:

First of all, the cover is stunning!!! Book 2 was heavy on the action and intrigue. Each moment brought you closer to the reveal of the big secret surrounding Willow Creek (You don’t want to miss it!). It was “Haunting” and filled with mystery. Sabine and Remy are a power couple, in love yet faced with losing each other. I enjoyed how one minute everything is setup to go well and then Ms. Summers adds another layer…then another… then another until nothing is as it seems and the ending will shock you! I really don’t want to give away any spoilers because it’s just that good. This sizzling, at times heart stopping novel will keep you guessing until the last page. I highly recommend.

About the Author


So what can I say here? I’m a lady who likes to cuss…a lot…like every sentence if I can get by with it, though I know how to behave myself around children and the easily offended. I’m a self-published author who never considered writing a novel until after I was 30 years old. I decided to give it a shot, and, to my surprise, people actually like my story! I have a couple other stories I’m working on and a ton of other ideas for future works. I’m a little bit sarcastic (okay, a lot sarcastic), and I like to laugh just about as much as I like to bitch about things that annoy me. Oh, and I am head over heels in love with designer shoes. That’s me in a nutshell.

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Guest Post: The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Blog Tour

Hi, and welcome to The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Blog Tour for Authors, Shirley-Harris Slaughter, Rhani D’Chae and Harmony Kent. (Click on each author’s name to be taken directly to their Author Page at 4WillsPublishing, where you can learn more about them).

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 These three authors are wonderful clients of 4WillsPublishing, a publishing House dedicated to helping authors put out the best written, and marketing products for their literary work, possible.

This tour is a surprise tour, which means the authors knew nothing about it until it started!  This is our gift to them to show our appreciation of their work, their dedication to putting out the great written word, and also a big THANK YOU for allowing us to showcase and promote them.

This is a 3 Author/7 Day/40 Blog Tour!  Yes, for 7 days, The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Blog Tour will sit on 40 blogs!  And for 7 days, on 40 blogs, you will get a tiny tid-bit of something related to Religion, so that you never forget OUR LADY OF VICTORY, the rage of people, such as that displayed in SHADOW OF THE DRILL, and w(R)iting tips to help you POLISH YOUR PROSE! (Click on each book title to find out more about it) 

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This will be a fun tour, an inspirational tour, a delightful tour which has been designed to enlighten you, entertain you and help you overcome those feelings which bind us daily and keeps us from growing from point A to point B.  Each day as you stop by each blog to find out what bit of inspiration is being shared, we ask that you take the time to leave a comment for the authors, visit their blogs, Follow them on Twitter and FB, and last but not least, please PICK UP A COPY OF THEIR BOOKS!  They are all 5 star reads!  And this tour wouldn’t be complete, if you didn’t check out The Religion, Rage & w(R)iting Book Trailer!  (Please note:  these bits and quotes were not taken from the author’s books).

Before we forget, we’ve included another of our authors, Nonnie Jules.  Although she’s a partner in our firm, she is STILL one of our clients!  Her books, THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS, Daydream’s Daughter, Nightmare’s Friend and Sugarcoatin’ Is For Candy & Pacifyin’ Is For Kids! are also very interesting and entertaining reads!

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On this stop, we want you to dwell on this:

​Even if a unity of faith is not possible, a unity of love is. ~ Hans Urs Von Balthasar​ 

Thank you for joining us on this stop of our tour.  We are grateful to our host for allowing us to share with this audience and we hope that we have left you wanting more!  To follow this tour, please visit the 4WillsPublishing EVENTS page for the complete tour line-up and to also register to win a SURPRISE pack of books as well as a stint on WHO’S ON THE SHELF WITH NONNIE JULES!  Now, on to the next stop!!!!

Guest Post: Author, Aoife Sheridan (Blog Tour)

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It took us nearly an hour to locate Stacey’s house. Her memory wasn’t great and it took four estates before we found hers.

“This is it!” she said, and her enthusiasm died as I made my way to the door. She fidgeted with her hands, nervous now.  Her fingers brushed through her golden hair and that’s when her wounds became visible to me; I watched as Stacey put the pieces of her death together, like all spirits who bring to memory their deaths, her wounds began to resurface. She was remembering what happened, I tried not to look away as the transformation began, half of her skull was bashed in and blood started to taint her hair and clothes. I looked away as my stomach heaved, I couldn’t watch anymore.

“Do I look okay?” she asked.

I swallowed and gave her a smile. “You look great.” No point in telling her that she looked like something from a horror movie.

The door opened, and before I could say hello, Stacey started mumbling, “Mum.” But the women looked at me… waiting, not hearing her daughter.

“Mrs. Moore, do you have a moment, please?” She looked at me, unsure. I really should have changed. “I’m a friend of Stacey’s,” I said.

The woman opened the door and her eyes filled with sorrow, “Come in, dear.”

I crossed the threshold and Stacey followed, her movements becoming stiff.

Something felt off, really wrong. Maybe it was Stacey being home. I sat down on a worn brown settee, my body not settling.

Mrs. Moore sat across from me, her hands knotted together “How did you say you knew my daughter?” she asked while looking around nervously, as if she could feel the shift in the atmosphere.

I looked at Stacey, but she was unsettled. Her body was phasing in and out and alarm was on her face.

“What was your name?” Mrs. Moore’s voice came through my cloud of thought.

I looked at her weary face now. “Abigail,” I answered as I looked back at Stacey, who was almost invisible now.

Something was really wrong here. Bad vibes hit me in waves, and my stomach knotted.

“Is there anyone else here?” I asked.

Mrs. Moore stood, looking alarmed. “I think it’s best if you leave.”

I stood too, with no intentions of leaving. I looked around the small sitting room. Photos of the family adorned the wall, three blonde girls, Mrs. Moore, who looked healthy and happy, and a tall man with a deep set of blue eyes and the blond hair that he had given to his two beautiful daughters. Stacey was smiling in the photo, wearing a snow white summer dress, the same one she had appeared to me in.

“When was this photo taken?” I asked.

“Five years ago. Now, I think it’s best if you leave!” she said, looking afraid for the first time. Stacey’s outline started to appear.

“What age was Stacey when she died?”

Mrs. Moore looked about ready to bolt from the room, but I grabbed her arm. “She was fifteen. It was an accident,” she said as her eyes filled with tears.

“You lied to me!” I said to Stacey as she hovered at the door.

“Just like you lied to your friend.” Something sinister crossed her face.

“Oh no, I’m sorry. Please, don’t let her hurt me!” Mrs. Moore was on her knees, with her hands in a praying gesture.

The woman’s eyes were pleading, terrified as her eyes went to the area that Stacey now vacated. The light bulb overhead started to glow brightly and smashed into a million pieces, raining down on us. I covered my head as small bits pierced my skin. I hated when they did that.

“Where are you?” Stacey roared and the photos on the wall started to shake, leaping from the wall before crashing to the ground. Her outline glowered an ugly red as her anger grew. She would take down the whole house.

“Mammy!” The scream of a terrified young girl came from upstairs. I met Stacey’s eyes as she disappeared through the ceiling and the girl’s screams became blood curling. I raced up the stairs as ornaments and pictures were flung in every direction.

I dodged as much as I could, but still got hit all the same. When I opened the door that the screams were coming from, Stacey had turned into something ugly. Her outline now black as blood dripped from her. The young girl’s room was smashed to pieces. The only piece of furniture still in place was the bed where the little girl sat on, her knees drawn up to her chest as she tried to protect herself. The bed levitated off the floor. I could hear her mother’s soft whispers of prayer as she stayed downstairs. Maybe fear kept her rooted, or she believed that God would intervene. Good luck with that, I thought.

“Stacey Moore, your time ends now in this world” I removed my cross and the bottle of holy water from the inside of my coat, and as I started to splash her with it, the bed hit the floor with a thud and all movement ceased as Stacey turned to me.

Her face became young again. Innocence radiated from her now large green eyes. “He hurt me so bad, who will make him pay? Who will remind them of what they let him got away with? What about me? Does no one care about me?” Her face started to darken again. I needed to keep this spirit calm. A soft glow beside the little girl started to get brighter. Her guardian angel becoming more protective. Stacey laughed. “Where was my angel when he bashed my head in?”

She raced towards me with an angry scream and everything turned dark.


I opened my eyes but couldn’t see my own hand in front of me. I stood on shaky legs. A whisper brushed the back of my neck. I turned holding out my hands, trying to feel what was behind me, but my hands brushed through air. Laughter came from my right and I moved in that direction, but once again, I could only see darkness. Then a small light moved towards me and Stacey’s face jumped out, making a scream leap from my throat. I took a step back, trying to regain my composure. I hated when they did that. Half of her face was smashed in, the skull sunken from where a large object had bashed it and blood soaked her face and dress.

“I know what you are and I want them to pay!” she said.

Blood had seeped into one of her eyes, making it glow with an angry red hue. The other eye sloped at an odd angle, where the skull was no longer supporting it.

“I’m a demon hunter. I don’t hurt people,” I said as she moved closer. I looked around, but still couldn’t see anything. “Where am I?” I asked as this had never happened before.

“You’re inside my head. I needed you to myself for a moment before he came.” She smiled, cracking the blood that had coated her lips. “I know you can hurt them for me,” she said. I wasn’t playing her games, no one was coming she was trying to scare me.

“Release me now, or I will send you to the pits of hell!” I held her stare, even against how gruesome she looked.

“Have you ever been to hell, Abigail?” she asked sweetly.

“Stacey, this is your last warning, Release me, now!” I said.

Tightness filled my chest, making it hard to breathe. My knees buckled as my vision blurred, and I only had a split second to brace myself as she raced for me, her hands held high, and then she was gone. I looked up and around me, but once again, I was in darkness. The air filled my lungs and the taste of sulfur was overpowering. I stood too quickly as dizziness rushed me; something was here with me, something worse than Stacey. Maybe it was the person who she was talking about. Goose bumps broke out along my arms and the hair rose on the back of my neck.  “He’s here!” I turned to the voice and Stacey stared down at me, anger now etched on her face. “My time has run out, Hunter!” she growled, before she raked her now long nails down my face.

I screamed in agony, my own hands trying to protect myself, but no more pain came. I turned and she was gone. My face stung and my hands trembled as I reached up and touched it gently. Warmth coated my fingertips and I could feel the dripping of the blood from my face. She had dug deep.

Ten voices came to me at once. I couldn’t find the source or understand the language, but two words were repeated constantly until the noise became louder and louder, “Everto parvulus”. The temperature had dropped and I shivered with the cold. My hair was starting to freeze and the ends held small icicles. The voices stopped and silence filled its void, just before light poured into the darkness. It was too bright and I shielded my face. A roar of anger filled my ears, a roar that I recognized as Zee’s. It sent all my nerves on edge. Air raced towards me along with the light. It was only a blur that passed me, but I knew it was Zee, and then light spread into the room and I could see the demon, its face was contracting into other faces. Each face brought a fresh terror, and then it paused on one and my legs gave out.

“Dad,” I whispered, and then nothing.


About the Author:

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Aoife Marie Sheridan has loved reading from a very young age, starting off with mills and boon’s books, given to by her grandmother her love for romances grew, by the age of 14 she had read hundreds of them.

Aoife had a passion for writing poetry or in her eyes her journal entries. It was something she did throughout her teens and into her twenties. Aoife won first place for two of her poems and had them published at a young age of just nineteen. Realising she needed to get a real job (What writing isn’t) she studied accountancy and qualified working in that field for many years, until her passion for reading returned and she found Maria V Snyder. Poison study one of her favourite books has been read and re-read countless times.

Aoife’s first book Eden Forest (Part one of the Saskia Trilogy) came to be after a dream of a man and woman on a black horse jumping through a wall of fire and the idea of Saskia was born. Now with her first novel published and taking first place for Eden Forest with Writers Got Talent 2013, Aoife continues to write tales of fantasy and is currently working on her third book for the Saskia Trilogy amongst other new works.

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Guest Post: “Spotlight” Author, Harmony Kent

As RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB PROFILES, PROMOTES & PROPELS Indie Authors, I’m hosting Author, Harmony Kent today. Join me in welcoming her as she travels on her Blog Tour…

Hi there! This is the tenth day of my RRBC Spotlight blog tour. You can find details of all my stops here.

Whew! What a whirlwind this tour has been . . . great fun!

I feel truly blessed to have had the life I’ve had. It hasn’t always been easy, and at times I have embraced the dark arms of despair. Funny really, because all the time all I had to do was look up. Things were never as completely black as I thought they were.

I made it, though. And, I am a stronger person for all of those myriad experiences. I couldn’t be the writer I am today without them. Without having gone through the mire and come out the other side. Some of the magic I have found in my life, sneaks into my writing and enriches it in countless ways.

Despite the hard knocks, I did try my hand at writing again in my early twenties, but it never amounted to anything. I just didn’t have the confidence, or the life experience. The timing just wasn’t right. When I entered the Buddhist temple and took monastic vows, I believed my efforts at becoming an author were over for good.

The irony of life. I strongly believe that the universe has a great sense of humour. It took those years of being cloistered away, and of giving up everything, to find my whole world. I had to give up my freedom in order to find the greatest freedom I have ever known.

What came out of that washing machine, was a confident and complete woman. If not for those years, I could never have survived the life changing injury anywhere nearly as well as I have. In addition, I discovered a newly enriched creative streak, that refused to take no for an answer. I had no choice but to give it free reign, even though I wasn’t necessarily planning to publish what emerged.

But, oh boy, what a ride! I was amazed at what came out of my fingertips and appeared on the computer screen. As I sat and read, I was in awe, and could only ask: Did I write that? Really? So, I took the plunge and made my work public. I haven’t looked back.

Books to one side, though, the very best thing to come out of the decision to become a published author is the great folks and friends I have met during my online journey. Some of whom are: Queen of Spades (founder of The Review Board), and YCorrea (found of All Author’s Magazine). But, most of all, the wonderful people at Rave Reviews Book Club have given me so much. Especially the governing board, who give up so much of their time, completely free, to help the club and its members flourish and grow.

Being a writer can be a lonely road, full of pitfalls. And, believe me, I fallen down a few of those craters. However, finding goods folks like these is immeasurably helpful. And, seeing the benefits I have received, I can do nothing other than to pay it forward.

Very soon after emerging onto the indie scene, I discovered I had a lot to learn. I also discovered the importance of promotion, and how difficult it was for indie authors to get themselves out there. As soon as I saw this huge need, I geared my blog and subsequent website up to supporting authors any way I can. What I love about Rave Reviews Book Club is that they echo this philosophy of support exactly. And, joining together, we can achieve so much more than going it alone.

Two years on from my fresh start at forty, I have just published my 3rd book. And my middle book, The Glade, has received the IndieBRAG Medallion! I couldn’t be happier. I am busy with editing and proofreading work for my fellow writers, and even busier offering reviews. Not to mention, continuing to write my next masterpiece!

Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read my post.

For information on my latest book, please read on.

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Elemental Earth (Book 1 of The Mysteries)

Young Adult Fantasy Fiction

“You turned the god of gnomes into a garden ornament?”

Sarah looked closely, but couldn’t tell if her dad was annoyed or amused—perhaps he was both …

Whilst 15 year old Sarah may be struggling to regain her feet, after being ripped from her everyday mundane life and ending up in a whole new dimension, she still knows how to have a bit of fun along the way. The Earth Elemental isn’t the only one whose feathers she manages to ruffle, and it’s only been four days. Meanwhile, her best friend is missing, and big trouble is brewing. She soon has a lot more to worry about than what happened to her phone or iPod, or even how much of an idiot Caleb obviously thinks she is.

Elemental Earth is the first book in The Mysteries series, and is aimed at Young Adults. Even if you’ve already reached an age where the young ones might call you ‘old enough’, if you’re still young at heart then you’re bound to enjoy these books just as much as the next—err—younger adult.

Age aside, perhaps we should be more worried about what further havoc Sarah’s antics might be about to wreak on the universe as we know it? We’d probably all be sleeping a lot more soundly if she’d only stuck to applied maths and the odd pillow fight. But no, sadly the lure of the proverbial rabbit hole proved just a tad too much. And now she’s taken the plunge, there’s no turning back.

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Guest Post: “SPOTLIGHT” Author, Garrett Addison

If you love mystery and suspense, here’s a little treat for you. In helping RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB PROFILE, PROMOTE & PROPEL Indie Authors, I’m hosting Author, Garrett Addison today. Join me in welcoming him as he travels on his Blog Tour. Get cozy and settle in for a few moments…

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Enter the world of an unnamed family man struggling in his pursuit of a work/life balance. Too much travel at the whims of his tyrannical boss, known variously as Stalin and ‘the Anti-Christ’, has left him failing at work and at home, but after his wife prophetically warns that his next trip will be different, he is suddenly a world apart from his usual self. Confident, capable and unafraid of his manager, opportunities abound as he embraces his altered state away from home.

What begins as a quest to reclaim his career and satisfy his ego soon descends into the pursuit for revenge on his boss. With nothing but success in his wake and seemingly limitless potential at his disposal, it’s only fitting when he is coerced to work with his nemesis in a remote corner of the world. It’s more than just a chance to get even after years of abuse, more than the opportunity for a confrontation; a final solution to what he sees as the bane of his life is on offer. What could possibly go wrong when he’s in his prime? Succeed or fail, either way this trip will be the making of him or the end of him.

Sometimes to get the measure of your life you just need a break from being yourself… because nothing lasts forever.

Who is she, really?

When I conjured up an unlikeable character for the evil boss in ‘The Traveller’, I always assumed that my readers would see her as being 100% fiction. I tried to make her easily hateable, but believable, and I think she’s just the kind of character that I’d choose to avoid if I met her in the street.

Still, I’ve been inundated with of a lot of questions interrogation about who she really is.  There seems to be unilateral acceptance that someone like that must be based on someone I know, and this has led to unwarranted scrutiny of my past professional associations and colleagues.  The honest truth is she’s not, absolutely not, based on one person.

Instead, my story needed a villain and rather than just put someone I know into print, I fabricated what (or who) I saw as being the best antagonist for my story and my main character.   For this reason, my evil boss epitomises the pleasure I find in writing because my written world is limited only by what I can think up; it’s wholly up to me to paint my characters with depth and to support my story.  If I need an ‘evil’ character, I need to ‘show it’ and to that end, everything my main character in ‘The Traveller’ reveals to paint a picture of long suppressed loathing is pure fiction, not a collection of observations about a real person.

So sorry to disappoint, but the woman identified as ‘the bitch’ and ‘Stalin’ in my story isn’t anyone I know, but I’m far from being offended at the suggestion.  If anything, I’m liable to be flattered that readers think I’ve captured ‘her’ so vividly that they assume she must be a real person.

That said, everyone I know is likely to scrutinise characters in my future stories looking for perhaps just a little of themselves.  I’d suggest that no-one would complain if the subject character had lovely virtues, but no doubt my ears will burn if someone recognises themselves in the scoundrel or other less than desirable character.  Funny that.

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Garrett is forty something, Australian, and also a geek, husband, father and novelist. He grew up in Perth, Western Australia, and has been lucky enough to live in or visit most of Australia and much of the world. He now lives in Melbourne with his family. Not averse to change, thus far, he has been an Army officer, software consultant and author. But this is just the beginning.

BLOG TOUR Announcement – The Nysein: Salvation ~ Oct. 12 – 18 ~

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I’m happy to announce the Blog Tour for The Nysein: Salvation, Immortal Stain Series (Book 1) is HERE!!! With the help and wonderful assistance of Dreams Come True Promotions, everything is set. A cool giveaway is mixed into the event. There are 3 ebook copies of The Nysein: Salvation up for grabs and… a $20 Amazon Gift card. Do you know the vampires on the Isle of Serey? Check them out… The Nysein: A few centuries ago, control became an issue abounding in a war like no other. The vampires and necromancers reigned sovereign in the shadows of eerie night. They prophesied a new era…a new breed of enhanced vampire no one on earth had ever seen…

A wasting disease marks the Nysein race after King Darién seeks vengeance upon his mother’s murderers. Every day he chokes on loneliness and past mistakes as another innocent victim dies without hope. His only salvation lies in a whispered curse, immersed in an ancient mating ritual. An idea so repulsive, he can’t imagine ever fulfilling…mating for life with a woman he’s never met, half human, half vampire. With one look upon the half-breed’s face, his rationality plummets.
For scholarly beauty Jenera Cole, life moves in slow motion, another strike against her…another disappointment. She is unaware of her immortal destiny until fate traps her inside an otherworldly hell, however, a stranger appears within her supernatural prison…a man with seductive eyes and an incredible power. Destiny isn’t only a word, it is the source of the Nysein magic, and Jenera must accept her fate. She must lay claim to the lost King as secrets bury them, lies unite them, and a prophecy comes true…

“Jenera.” He reached for her, but she stumbled back further from him. How did he know her name? She hadn’t told him. She trembled in fright; scared to understand. “Don’t touch me!” The King of the Nysein never begged anything for anyone in his life, but he was ready. Darién sank to his knees before her in the inky sand, offering submission, his pride even the last shred of his dignity to make her understand. “Please be calm. I would never hurt you,” he whispered, the husk of his voice carried on the sweet air. Her heart hammered in her chest as she tried to make sense of him. “Then take me home and I will give you my trust.” Fire greater than his own ability burned through him. He could give her anything, but that. “It’s no longer possible.” A dark laugh escaped her. “Impossible? I demand it.” Darién moved to his feet in an instant, defying gravity and pulled Jenera into his arms faster than she could blink, her face mere inches from his. Her jasmine scented skin provoked his senses to riot, clenching an overwhelming desire deep within him. He had her…in his arms, her lush body sweetly curved to fit every hard muscle of his. Nothing upon nothing ever felt this wonderful. “I can give you the entire world kelis—my beautiful one. I will even give my life, if you summon such a will. But, the one thing I will never do is let you go.”


Tour Schedule

~~October 12~~

Nerd Girl Official

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Momma’s Secret Book Obsession

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Who Picked This?

Page Turning Book Reviews

Tiffany’s Book Hangover

~~October 13~~

Author Sandra Love

Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews

Pinky’s Favorite Reads

Book Reviews and Giveaways

Book Worms/Book Written Love Affairs

~~October 14~~

BeanieBrain Reader

Paranormal Romance & Authors that Rock


Paulette’s Papers

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~~October 15~~

Fictional Rendezvous Book Blog

Trinas Tantilising Tidbits

The Book Fairy Reviews

In The Pages of a Good Book

Luv Books Galore

~~October 16~~

My Secret Book Spot

Tears of Crimson

Room With Books

Book Bug Reviews

Naughty Book Eden

BabyCakes Book Blog

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~~October 17~~

LBM Book Blog

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Sweet, Beautiful, Moments in West FL

A Book Addict’s Delight

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~~October 18~~

Hooked On Books Forever

Once Upon A Crush Book Blog

Daydream Believer Book Blog

Sassy Southern Book Affair

Magic Within The Pages


 Recent Reviews: “Interesting story and a good start to a new series and am excited to see more of it.” — Book Junky Girls “Loved the characters in this book… the twists and turns that were unexpected in the book. Makes for a thrilling read.” — Paranormal Romance & Authors that Rock

(Head over to Goodreads for full reviews.)


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Would you like to read about different vampires? Sexy-hot ones? They’re not your average vamps with some gifted abilities. I’m so excited about The Nysein: Release (Book 2) next month. Yeah! My Pre-order links are available.

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Kendra, the Mistress of Water, finds herself sinking within an ocean of heartbreak as Destiny lands her once again on the Isle of Serey. Nothing is going right—from her awareness to the island’s most prominent Nysein womanizer to the desire he shimmies over body. She can’t fight the pull he has on her, but she suspects he’s tipping more than smooth banter with one of her sisters. Jealousy slashes the darkest recesses of her heart, yet she’s tired of waiting for him. Either he’ll give her what she wants, or she’ll finally walk away…

Maxim Korden, seneschal to King Darien, has always loved the female sex. The scent, texture, and visual stimulation of beautiful woman makes him crazy with need. However, he carries a deep secret—one impossible to believe. For nearly one hundred years, he can’t touch a woman without sickness, though one caress upon Kendra’s skin and the sweetest nirvana engulfs him. Fate has tilted a deadly trial against their brief happiness as a sinister force traps his newfound love.

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The Nysein: Explain the Immortal Stain

vampire-teeth-vampires-2006128-223-158After the Twilight craze (myself included), I liked the idea of a magical vampire. Perhaps a little more extreme, but hey, it’s fiction, so I can go a little wild with my creative license. I chose not to go traditional in my approach, but to embellish the concept on the ‘what would happen if’scenario. Mix in some magic and voila!… a new breed.

In my novel, The Nysein: Salvation, the idea that a devilish magic user (a necromancer) wanted to enhance the existing vampires kicked off the story. Such an action was repulsive to the actual, life-breathing vampires that existed within my novel. It was a shame against their pure race of what I call the “ancients.”

Excerpt from the beginning of the Nysein: Salvation:

The Rage Lotus sat innocently upon the pristine, white pillow, its petals glistening under the cover of the full moon in an undisclosed location. A flower of such caliber only existed within the bowels of Hell, and the power it contained was beyond normal. In fact, if anyone was brazen enough to use it, a sacrifice was required in order to bring about any request in the form of…death. How the Rage Lotus was obtained, no one dared whisper or question, but only one man dared use it.

Part of the actual ceremony in my novel:

Nesta continued to chant under his breath, while the vampire couple arched their backs against the malefic magic. They groaned, their heads turning from side to side as if in deep pain. Then Nesta tilted his face up toward the fiery blue flames, thrusting his hands out to his sides, palms up. As the last of the incantation died on his lips, the blue flames balled up in the middle and shot into the Rage Lotus lying center pentagram. With an ardent hiss, white light twisted with streaks of blue slammed into the vampire couple. An inhuman growl tore out of their throats as they arched off the ground. In the blink of a second, the wind died to eerie calm, the blue flames dissipated…

Keeping the idea simple, yet evil, I allowed one human man to stain the vampire race. Though the Nysein and vampires are essentially brothers, they are vastly different. Magic plays a higher role in the story as the Nysein use their gifts and abilities to live, to war against threats, and most of all… to survive. In my novel, The Nysein: Salvation, Kendra, the Element of Water and a Nysein, uses her ability to help the queen.

Kendra moved closer to the possessed queen and held her hands above her head with the bracelet gleaming. She closed her eyes. With a mysterious incantation, she murmured under her breath and a green glow bathed her whole body in soft light. She swirled in a tornado-like spin and became…water…smooth and weightless…so tranquil and light beyond anything ever seen. The enchanted bracelet floated on the surface of her pool of magical water and then…she threw herself into Jenera, soaking the queen, slipping the bracelet over her wrist. In a startling rush, the mistress of water rematerialized next to the queen and whispered the activating phrase into her ear…

In my upcoming novel, The Nysein: Release (Book 2), Kendra and Maxim get their story. Stay tuned for more excitement from the magical vampires on the Isle of Serey.

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