Birthright

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/54200 Free book offer! Promotional price: $0.00 Coupon Code: BH93C Expires: May 18, 2012 To start out the new year I am offering to all my friends and anyone else a free copy of my Best Seller Birthright! HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!!! Please give a review when finished reading.

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Ok, so you all read my post about "The Art of being Published" well, I have been set free from this publisher! I simply wrote him a small, but fully packed letter informing him of our contractual agreement to which he was not doing his part in it and that I wanted my ebook that they had published off the market because I did not want my writing represented by this publisher. Oh, and that the manuscripts I had sent to him be destroyed. His reply? "I understand and I wish you the best of luck!" Here I was all set to give him what for if he decided to give me a hard time and his reply back was rather nice and non-offending...darn! Seriously, I'm glad that it went as well as it did. From my last post on this matter, I come to find yet another author who was contracted with this publisher was having the same if not identical situation that I found myself in. So now I wonder how many more authors that are bound by his ill-conceived notion of publishing a...

Ok, now I may not know everything when it comes to being published, but I do know when someone isn't doing their end of the bargain. In that I mean, from my experiences there are different kinds of publishers, those who are awesome at what they do and those that bloody stink at it and the in-betweeners (new word for those that don't have a "exact" position in my list yet). A good publisher not only sticks to what they promise and give you a contract for everything they publish of yours and when they give you a deadline for whatever (ie.submissions, edits and publishing date) they stick to it and to me that is great, because being a Type A personality, I have to have things exact and know where things are going so that I can plan accordingly when it comes to book signings, etc. Then, there are the ones who for the life of me...I get rather annoyed with. Not only do they ignore questions you may have asked them, but they don't deliver. Oh sure, they start off...

Ok, I know I haven't been around much, that with art courses at night after working 6 hours with autistic students, and my failing health, I now can sit back without any other issues that have been hampering my ability to write and finish my sequel. Oh, I have been writing short stories here and there, but with the rave reviews from people who have read Birthright, I really need to focus now on the sequel. I don't plan on taking another art course this next semester because I want to finish this novel by next year...big dreams huh? Also, I don't if any of you know this, but Birthright goes on consignment at Finnegan's Bookstore in Utica where my story takes place. A book signing to kick it off this coming January, still not sure of the date, I haven't heard back from him. So, I'm hoping for a big success, but I'm not hanging on it though, seems that when I do, it usually doesn't pan out. But I did make an awesome movie of it and a great book pos...

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except dear old Klaus The clothes were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that the blood smell still would be there. The coven were nestled all dead in their beds, While visions of horror played in their heads And Katherine in her black dress and Klaus in his cape Had just finished sucking on the misses’ dear nape. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, He sprang from his feeding to see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave a worry to people from their homes just below When, what to my blackening eyes should appear, But a gorgeous young woman who stood without fear. With a little waistline, immortal herself, I knew in a moment this was no elf. More rapid than ravens her vamps they did came, And she hissed and shouted, and called them by name!...

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I can’t imagine being soulless, in fact the very thought scared me, there wasn’t very many things that had, so why was I bothered by this? Sitting in my living room, I realized that I hadn’t been told her name or anything about her life. The only remembrance of her was this picture that hung above the mantel. She was a vision, beautiful, with ivory skin and eyes that shone like brilliant jewels. I was envious of her. “I see you have met our Elizabeth, beautiful is she not?” Grandfather, a walking encyclopedia had just entered. “Yes she is, very beautiful…who was she?” With a sigh he continued, “She was my Great, Great, Great Aunt. Obviously I had never met her, but was told many stories of her tragic, short life.” He sat down in his lounging chair, dressed in his robe and slippers looking pensive. “Tragic? You look troubled Grandfather, why?” I knelt down at his feet. Something in the way he looked just then concerned me. “I’m alright Cath...

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Light pierced my eyes as I wearily opened them. A drowsy humor, like poison flowed through my veins burning. I screamed out in pain only to find that I had no voice. What hell is this that I should be put to such torture? My throat is parched, I need of drink. Beads of sweat rolled into my eyes, stinging like needles. I went to wipe dry but found that my arms were bound with iron shackles and my legs too. My weary body ached all over and with every motion brought new pain. I forced my eyes to see what was happening, but the sun glared down into my eyes. I flinched at the brightness. A noise much like that of many people was heard all around me. I turned my face to see, and there, before me a crowd, they jeered and called me names. They threw spoiled food at me and shouted, “Kill him!” Then I remembered. They are fools who follow a leader that takes their money and keeps it for himself, but I, for standing up and protecting what was rightly mine, am tortured. They kill...

Hey guys! Having my first book signing event at the Cresthill McDonalds. Odd place you might think, but not really. You see, I worked there for over 17 years and became manager of it, so I know alot of the seniors who come everyday for their coffee clutch and some of the crew that I worked with still are there, so what better place than...there! Here's the information again: Cresthill McDonalds 1704 Plainfield Road Cresthill, IL Time: 2-5pm November 8, 2011

I just wanted to say congratulations to: Joe Beekman Sandy M Jason Darrick You will be included in the upcoming sequel to Birthright! I want to thank those of you that did stop by and made such nice comments on the blog and the excerpt from Birthright. Thank you! What a great way to meet new and awesome writers such as yourselves! (Round of applause)

This was a great experience for me and what a way to meet other authors! Great exposure too! Although I have to admit I didn't get to visit all the blogs, my busy life gave me hardly anytime to do so. I work seven hours a week with two autistic students and then school at night for my second degree and then on top of all that I have homework to do, which so far I have been able to maintain an "A" status, how I'll never know, but I am. So, trying to get in weekly flash stories for Vamplit and for Tristle press is hard. I often find the only time to write is during test taking time that my students are doing, or my lunch break and I usually can come up with a great story within the 80 minutes that the class is long. My longest story was almost 2000 words, that was "The House of Souls" I recently did. I would love to win the lottery so that I can quite my job and buy this house I saw in Galena and just write and do my art. That is what I deem a perfect ...

Horror Web Tour October 24-31, 2011 What better month than October for horror writers to crawl out of their coffins and spread the Halloween spirit! Are you interested in winning great horror fiction and Halloween goodies the week of October 24-31, 2011? Click on the links below to participating authors' websites. Each author has a contest to enter on their site. Over 80 chances to win! the gory details: 1) HAVE A SPOOKY FUN TIME! 2) INVITE YOUR FRIENDS AND SPREAD THE WORD! 3) THIS TOUR STARTS: Monday, October 24, 2011 at Midnight (PST) THIS TOUR ENDS: Monday, October 31, 2011 at Midnight (PST) Winners will be drawn and posted November 1, 2011 4) MEET AND MINGLE WITH THE AUTHORS! EXPERIENCE A NEW DESTINATION AT EVERY STOP! PARTICIPATE IN EVERY SITE'S CONTEST AND BE ENTERED FOR CHANCES TO WIN MULTIPLE PRIZES! EVERY BLOG VISITED IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO WIN! 5) PARTICIPATION AT ALL SITES IS RECOMMENDED, BUT NOT REQUIRED. THE MORE SITES YOU HOP, THE BETTE...

My life was a jigsaw and up until now, the majority of the pieces had been missing. My parents had loved me and I, whether I was their natural daughter or not, had loved them. Kane had put some of the pieces in place for me, he’d given me answers to some of the puzzle, but now we needed to move on and find out about my heritage. I needed to know where I’d come from and I needed to find out about the legacy that was my supposed birthright. I looked up at Kane and in his eyes and I saw everything I needed know. The contest goes as follows: Leave your name and email and I'll pick three of you to be included in my sequel.

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This tale is short, but to the point, its details horrific, tormenting with fright. Nevertheless, it is a tale that should be told and to be repeated…over and over…again… Cold and breezy the night wind blows. Trees, whose colorful faces are now dark, craggy and foreboding, moan their lamentations of souls that have met their maker. As the illuminating orb shines upon the earthen ground, strange new sound’s swim freely through nights air…I squirm ever so delightfully. Their shrills of laughter, and fright stir my soul as I watch…waiting, and waiting even longer for that precise moment when hell shall break loose once more. Victims, those who cannot be named, cannot be found and will not remain on this earth ever again. I grin. Slowly they came. Upon the witching hour of complete chaos they came. Running…running wildly as they went through the gnarled limbs of soldiers that stood many years before, laughing with their weapons held high and candles, lit, dripping wax. They ca...

One of my favorite holidays is Halloween. What kid doesn’t like dressing up in silly or scary costumes and receive free candy? I mean, it’s just a given right? It was a Thursday, school didn’t let out until three and it was only twelve. “Oh my gosh could the day get any slower?” The clock on the wall in Mrs. McDonald’s room was purposely going slow, or at least it seemed so. She was droning on and on about some explorer, while I dreamed of mountains of candy I’d be bringing home tonight. “Ethan…” I was brought back into the real world. “Yeah?” “Sorry to have awoken you from your day-dreaming, but can you tell me if we should celebrate Columbus Day or not.” She stood there, arms crossed in front of her and a very stern look on her face. “I…” decided to liven things up a bit, “…believe we should. It would give us a day off of school!” Everyone chimed in with their agreements, to which we were suddenly hushed. “Aside from that fact Ethan, what else can you tell us as...

Birthright : Birthright The very much, long awaited Birthright now in paperback. You don't know what this novel has put me through to get it this far, me and especially Gaynor. Everything that could go wrong with getting a manuscript ready for publishing...happened. Then, when all was fixed and set to go to order for book signings, it happened again!!! I couldn't order, it wouldn't work! "So, close and yet, so far!" (that was a great song too, remember that one?!) Anyway, I feel like a trueblood author now and I'm tickled pink to see it, to actually hold it in my hands and know that this was something I wrote. My parents would be proud if there were here. Anyway, get your copy and pass this great bit of news on! Share and share alike!

Winter had arrived and I was glad of it. I knew that with the snow and cold it would cover up all the ugliness the earth dared to show. I was truly wondering if this was the end of the world, because the more I thought about it, the more I would have to agree with my thoughts…just then Arch came to mind. As irresponsible as he was, he was a good friend to me and to have to die the way he did wasn’t right and someone, who that was I still had no idea, but that someone would have to pay for it and pay with his life. I pushed the vision out of my head, for at least now, I had time to cope with it and the loss, but at the moment, after months of questioning and searching for answers I needed a break. Hell, the police were in no hurry to find the killer, at least that’s what it seemed like to me. Bastards. Bundled up in my warm winter coat, I was out, searching for a job, any job seeing how I left mine high and dry, but then could you blame me? I was beginning to wonder if all men ...

Doing art, such as this,well, this one in particular was difficult. I don't mean creating wise, that in itself was a breeze, but if you knew the tower, what it actually was and stood for...and this may seem strange to you that I would react this way, but I felt like I was doing something bad...not that I was. It's art. The tower is one of two, and one that I could not go to the very top because I am so scared of heights it's not funny, There was 178 steps to get to the top and I made it to where there was 96 more steps to go, so I was proud of myself for getting that high. I was really doing ok starting out, the staircase was wide and had a very nice solid wall and the steps were solid, but then we got to this particular level and the staircase was now made out of iron, not very wide and you could see through the steps, that's when I said, "no." I literally froze in my steps and begged my husband to let me go back down to that levels landing...I would...

This will be a short post only because I should be doing my homework, but I had to post it and celebrate another success in my writing! When I am in the mood to write, it doesn't take me very long to get a piece done, sometimes only thirty minutes. I love it. I recently wrote a piece called, "The Mattel Nightmare' and it was chosen to be published in the Satan's Toybox: Demonic Dolls Anthology, I am thrilled to pieces. It was a great and fun piece to write. Ok, so that's it...celebrating that is, back to the grind stone.

I don't know about you and how you all write, but I've found that whatever I'm reading, my writing tends to lean in that style, whether its Shakespeare (my Dark Love prose), Keri Arthur (Moon lust), Trueblood (Love on the Fly). So I was just wondering if you have saw that in your own writing? The books I've read, I find that I love the authors, their style and storyline and the strength of their characters. I'm not copying what they write, but it's like with my art project I had to do. I had to pick an artist and copy a piece of work which he had done and then do a second piece using that artists technique and create your own...let's say Raphael! Which I did and which I had given to Gaynor, seeing how she herself had done the same picture as I had done in art class. So, is it odd that when after I had read something, my writing tends to lean in that style? or am I just an oddity to the writing world. Mhmmmmm....food for thought it is.

Halloween night, something about this holiday makes me like a kid again. I would wait for night to fall, then the sounds of distant voice yelling out the familiar, “Trick or treat!” It was more than I could stand! Then you’d come home with your bag full of candy and empty it out making a pile of your favorites no one can touch, to the pile that was just gross flavors or never heard of items. Well, I’m all grown up now, boy am I grown up. Had I known that my body was going to develop into something that even Dolly Parton would be jealous of, I think I would have become a nun, as it stands, I didn’t know and no I didn’t hear the calling, visualizing this body in a habit…I immediately made my mind go blank. Anyway, I was invited to a Halloween party, costumes and all. You can imagine my look when Paul, he’s my partner at the law firm, told me I should dress up as a bunny and not the furry kind either. Did guys think they were funny when they said that kind of stuff? Apparently so...

Next thing I knew was I was on something flat, cold and uncomfortable. My ankle hurt, and being not too coherent, I went to feel what was wrong, only I couldn’t. Pain shot through my left arm as I moved it. That wasn’t the only pain I felt either, between my legs felt raw too, God who had their jollies off me without me knowing or being able to partake in the fun, but I don’t think there was any fun to be had in the way I felt. Handcuffs, silver and I must have struggled some without remembering, because my wrists were raw and red. Wonderful. I tried to get my eyes to focus, but whatever was hampering my sight, was also hampering my recovery too, damn. So, the only thing I could do that didn’t require movement or vision was to hear anything that sounded familiar, like maybe…”Lenny?” I said somewhat loud, nothing. “Lenny?” Then a muffle, faint, but nevertheless, it was still something, but not enough to register who it was or belonged too. I had to get out of these cuffs ...

http://www.susanwhitfield.blogspot.com/ Here is my interview that I had done with Susan Whitfield about my novel Birthright. It was most interesting and different being that we had done this via email. Go check it out,and pass it on! Thanks! Sue

It was another one of those hot, muggy summer nights, the kind that made you get angry at the slightest word anyone said to you. My clothes, clung to my skin, wet, heavy…God I wanted to yank them off and go butt naked, but still having my sanity I shrugged it off and went for a walk. The moon was full and the crickets were really singing away. Annoying little buggers. I found the old creek just past town and I sat on its edge, dangling my feet in its cool waters. It felt good, real good and it got me to thinking, skinny dipping. I remember doing that when I was a teenager, not a care in the world and loving every minute of it. Billy, James and Lee would get in on the action too. We’d sneak out at night, just us boys and head on down quiet like. You see, folks back then didn’t believe in them air conditioners, nope, too proud. So, when it got hot like it did then and now, they’d open their windows to let in what cool breeze there was. Laughing at dirty jokes we all heard an...

She’s one of the undead that lives off the blood of the innocent. Her days are our nights and yet she doesn’t seem to mind. She's the seductress; and needs to be, yet it all seems so natural for her. As she walks down the street at night, her long dark tresses fan out behind her like the fan tail of a fishing lure. Its result is the same; it attracts attention. It's like, “Hey pay attention, and look at me”. Similar to a moth that can’t resist a flame; they come not knowing the danger of her burning lips of blood red hue. Yes, those rich full and very inviting lips. They seem to say, come taste my nectar, while her smooth and silky complexion looks warm and yet strangely cool at the same time. Eyes that are wise beyond knowledge, command your full attention. They draw you in and hold you: hypnotizing you with their clarity and color. The look of sophistication and innocence at the same time has you hooked. You can’t look away. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own, a...