Nethanyel's Lady Lune Book Release

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Blurb:

Even the moon has secrets …

Traversing the globe—from Louisiana, USA to New Zealand—on an enterprise to discover the hidden secrets of the moon, Nethanyel finds that everything may not be as it seems. Accompanied by a consequential companion named Jax, Nethanyel is taken to a place … even a time … that he would have never expected.

Set in the year 1940, is Nethanyel’s Lady Lune exploration, fate or both?

Excerpt:

“Bartender …?” Nethanyel called, his voice drenched in the quintessential inflection of the Bayou—a collective accentuation of English, French and Creole. Tapping his glass twice on the counter he indicated that he wanted a refill. Nethanyel was a quiet person; always collected and controlled. Wise men were strong, calm and reticent, or so his father had taught him. Nevertheless, Nethanyel preferred to be that way, for in a multitude of words sin does not lack.

The bartender turned to Nethanyel, slipping him another drink. It was at a moment like this—when he could sit quietly to enjoy his drink—that Nethanyel thanked the heavens that he was a mere child during the Prohibition. Now, a man could enjoy a hard drink after a long day’s work.

Nethanyel could hear someone stumbling in, drunk and disorderly. This was nothing new. Things like this happened in bars all the time. What happened next was new however. The man who had barged in obnoxiously called, “Bartender, pour me a cold one, would ya?” Nethanyel considered that the man had a funny accent, but could not place it and furthermore said nothing. He didn’t so much as turn around to acknowledge the drunken bastard.

The bartender poured the stranger his drink, as the man came waltzing over to sit right next to Nethanyel. “You’re not from around here.” the bartender commented matter-of-factly.

“No, my good man. Indeed I'm not,”

“Where from?”

“Far from here, my good sir. Oceans away ...” he said as he extended his arm, waving it in one large circle towards the horizon.

“That didn't answer my question,” the bartender was an older man. I’m too damn old to play “name that accent” with this fool, thought the bartender. So he kept his conversations straight and to the point.

“Ah, well,” the odd stranger commented with a subtlety that made the words slip off his tongue, “I am from New Zealand, mate.”

“Why you callin' me 'mate'? You don't even know me.” the bartender said in an unvarnished tone then turned his back to the drunkard.

Feeling the awkwardness of the moment the man’s eye shot to the floor and then looked around the room, lifting his glass to whom ever made eye contact with him. Tilting his body’s weight into Nethanyel, he murmured, “Lively crowd we got here.” sarcasm absolute.

“Mhm.” Nethanyel hummed. Why must idiots like this insist on bugging me? Nethanyel pondered, then attempted to turn away from the man. No luck.

“Well …” the man huffed “it must be the weather then,” thinking his comeback was funny. It wasn’t. Extending his hand towards Nethanyel and offering a handshake, the inebriated man attempted to introduce himself. Nethanyel was in no mood for chit-chat, formalities, or anything of the sort. Nethanyel grabbed his drink, offering his back as a response to the drunk nitwit’s attempt.

Not catching on to the hint, the inebriated fellow maneuvered his already extended hand to Nethanyel’s shoulder and patted it, then continued with his conversation, “Jax here. Nice to meet you.” Then intentionally talked through his teeth, “Not that I actually met you, or anybody else for that matter. Wow! And I thought that Louisiana was a friendly place. You know? Considering the Mardi Gras and all.”

By now Nethaniel was very uncomfortable, so he stood up, taking his drink along with him and sat a few feet away. Attempting to find a new chatting partner Jax, the intoxicated New Zealander, turned to the bartender once more and asked cynically, “So are parties this lively all the time?”

“Just about.” the bartender replied with a nod. Noticing that Jax wasn't going to give up on trying to form conversation he asked, “What brings you to Louisiana? It's not Mardi Gras season.”

“Yes, yes. That I'm well aware of, mate. I've actually come to America to do some research. Louisiana, is merely where the boat docked. So, here I am. Tah-dah!”

“Oh.” was all the bartender replied, not once asking Jax to elaborate. Truth be told, he wasn’t even interested.

Jax continued, “You see, I'm doing some research on the moon. There is an old legend where I'm from that talks about the moon. However, I'm told that there are more resources here than there are back home. I intend on finding those resources and taking full advantage of them. The moon really is quite interesting, actually.”

Nethanyel's ears tuned into Jax's conversation. The moon? Yeah, that's what he said, Nethanyel thought. Picking up his glass he walked back over to Jax.

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Blurb:

A dull roar, that's all I could hear. Souls, that's all I could see... So many people. Some good. Some bad. Some breathing. Some barely breathing. All souls. It was funny what you could see when you stood in the middle of the Emergency Room. Who survived. Who didn’t. All of them, every one, a soul. A soul for the taking.

So begins your introduction to the floating, clustered world of souls that will have such influence on Sophia, the young Puerto Rican-American girl who has just lost her closest ally, her grandmother, "Abuela". It is just after the funeral, at the cemetery, where Sophia meets the tall, almost angelic man who will play the most unexpected role in her life.

A love story. A fantasy. An adventure. If Death Should Love Me tells a tale of “fate” far beyond the normal meaning of that little four letter word. How else would you explain why Sophia wonders what would happen If Death Should Love Me?

A Little bit about the Author, in her own words:

Thrive and rise everyone!

"Happiness is subjective!"

My name is C. Desert Rose (I keep my first name abbreviated because it isn't pretty). Well, I am a Youth and Young Adult novelist with an affinity for all things paranormal. My upcoming collection the "Fate's Endeavor Series" explores the realms of angels and demons and twists it up with love and loss.

My stories are meant to make you laugh, cry, get angry and get happy. I aim to make you exhausted-in a good way-by the time you've finished the last page.

My first novel "If Death Should Love Me", Book One of the Fate's Endeavor Series will be released October 2014 and represented by All Authors Publishing House. The next novel in the series, Demoness Enchanted will come everyone's way the following year.

The Highest Ground

Spirit Realm

200 A.D.

"It would seem that it is once again time to choose the next Angel of Death. Have you made a decision on my proposal yet Majesties?" Gabriel's voice was calm, yet anxiety hid behind his words. 

"Yes, we have." The function of acting as a unit defined them. Therefore, they thought as one, acted as one and spoke as one. This, was their true nature. 

"Fantastic. So what be your choice?"

"You are not yet prepared Gabriel." Responded Alpha, peaceful was his comportment. 

"What?" Shock transfixed him, "Why? I have served you faithfully since the beginning of time." Silent anger, tempered remorse filled him. "What is it about these humans that you must grant them their hearts' desires? You allow them freedom of will, yet they walk all over you. Even still, you bestow unmerited privileges upon them!" His voice began to slowly rise with the passion of his conviction, then he subdued it once more, attempting to control his internal commotion. "I deserve this much more than any of them." He pivoted on his heels, pacing with conjecture. "None of them deserve anything." he concluded. 

"We have found him, the chosen one Gabriel. It is our assurance that he shall serve us well. 'Tis his calling and fate." Proclaimed decision in their tone.

"Oh. I see." He proceeded. "Whom, if I may ask?" 

"He is called Amari. Go fetch him. His time has come. Tell him what his destiny requires of him." 

"Amari. Well," having repeated the name with a twist of his lip, he continued, inward anger stirring, "as you wish Majesties."

Watching as he walked away, Alpha's thoughts intertwined with Omega's. "It seems that Gabriel is not very pleased with our decision," to which they both agreed, "We fear that things will be difficult for Azriel. We must keep watch."

COVER REVEAL; The Snake Pit by Donna Dillon

Dear RWPPs,

Today we bring to you the Cover Reveal

of

The Snake Pit by Donna Dillon.

Let's start with the blurb:

Cinda is a smart girl. But, Cinda doesn't look like other twelve-year-old girls. A facial defect, and the surgery to correct it has left her face scarred and disfigured. When she walks into Hargrove Junior High for the first time, Cinda knows that the other kids won't see how smart she is, or what a good friend she could be. The other kids will see her as a monster, and her life will be torture. 

The school cafeteria, or The Snake Pit, as the kids call it, is the prime location for bullying. One pretty girl in particular takes an instant dislike to Cinda, and day after day she is pushed, tripped, and laughed at. Not all the other kids bully her, but they all see what's happening, and only one tries to help. 

Charlene Carsten or Charlie as she is called, is Cinda's only friend. She tries to stop the bullying, but the other kids won't listen. She tries to tell the Principal, but he only sees what he wants to. She tries to tell the teachers, but they all say the same thing: “Kids will be kids.” 

When Cinda falls victim of a vicious prank at a school dance, it sets off a series of events that will change all of their lives forever. As Charlie struggles to help her friend, Cinda makes a desperate decision to end the bullying, once and for all.

A little bit about this book:

The Snake Pit: Jr High Can be Torture is an important piece of work because of its content and subject matter. It’s not an easy, fun read, but is a book that every student, teacher and child advocate should read. Donna is very passionate to do what she can to stop bullying in the school system and MKSP has joined her in her quest. 

Donna Dillon published her first book in October 2010. When Master Koda Select Publishing approached her with a publishing contract, she took the opportunity in hopes to expand her reach and build her brand.

People wonder why Donna wrote this book. Here is her response to that question:

Cinda, the character in my book, The Snake Pit, was born with a cleft palate, and so was I. The things that happen in the book are fiction, but how she felt was exactly how I felt growing up. Being bullied for something you can't possibly help, or change, is horrible. I chose to turn it into something positive, but many bullied children do not. I'm 47 y ears old now. I can still hear the bullies voice in my head. But, the thing I remember the most, the thing that bothers me the most: the silence from those who just stood by and let it happen, and did nothing to stop it. That is why I wrote this book.

About the Author:

Donna Dillon is the author of 5 and 1/4 books thus far. She has been writing in the young adult genre with The Snake Pit and Return to the Snake Pit which both deal with bullying in the public schools, and the children's genre with Why Did It Have to Rain Today? and My Special Christmas Child. Her new book is a leap into the thriller/suspense genre so she's anxious to finish and see how that goes.

NOW...
Without further ado, we present to you,
The Snake Pit
by Donna Dillon

Feature Piece with Author Malika Gandhi

Today we are hosting Author Malika Gandhi with her new release Witch Crystal.

Blurb:

The Witch Crystal was silent, hidden from the clutches of the High Witch, somewhere, where she couldn’t find him. The time has now arrived to show what it can do... 

Larissa is a young witch of fifteen. Nobody, not even her best friend knows about this. She goes to a normal school, has a great mother, and she likes the new boy in town. 

Then, strange things begin to occur, and Larissa’s normal life is not so normal anymore. Her best friend, Chantelle, is not who she thinks she is, and why is Jake’s name really Xyth? 

An abduction of Chantelle brings the unknown to the forefront, and Larissa is faced with the task of finding the Earth Spirits, to repair the Aurora Borealis. Only then will she be able to travel to Zrotaz, her home planet, and rescue her best friend from the High Witch! 

Follow Larissa’s journey as she travels to Norway in search of the Earth Spirits, where she encounters fierce and frightening, but also good and kind, magical creatures. Will Larissa be brave? Will she be able to accomplish her task, to adhere to the prophecy?

Excerpt one, taken from Chapter one:

A deafening blast blew the door open, knocking Senon to the ground. He quickly picked himself up as an ear splitting scream followed, forcing both him and Marcaria to crouch over their daughter. With their hands over their ears, they waited for the scream to die down. They rose to their feet as soon as it did. The scream was the witches’ scream, deadly, if anyone came close to it. A series of blue, green, and yellow flares flew at them but Larissa had used her shield. “Good girl,” said Senon. “Father, so...hard...” Larissa lost her strength and the spell collapsed. “We can’t stay here, Senon.” Marcaria picked Larissa up and ran to the garden. Senon looked at the space where the door once stood and followed his family to the back of the house. The attacks were aimed from afar, but Senon knew the Empire Witches were moving closer into their village. The most powerful and merciless on Zrotaz, were the Witches of the West, the Empire Witches will do anything to get what they want, and this time it was the girl. No one had yet defeated this clan, meaning Senon and Marcaria alone did not stand a chance.

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The Writer/photographer Within: Nicola J McDonagh

The Writer/photographer Within: Nicola J McDonagh

I am not comfortable talking about myself.

I often wonder why

Anyone would want to know anything about me.

Then I think okay; maybe I have something to say.

I am a dreamer

I am a watcher of all things; a camera eye

That snatches up images hidden and afraid

To come into the light.

My shutter stutters quick and sharp to catch

The murmurs, the movement, the struggle of words

To capture them raw

And develop their potential through snap shot spiel.

And that my friends, is why I seldom write poetry!

Okay, on to my prose.

I visualise words and see stories appear as I write. Sometimes I have a plan, sometimes a phrase, a single word, or just a name that triggers an idea that turns into a tale. At best, I create worlds that no one has ever seen and characters that readers want to meet. At worst I type out black shapes that do nothing more than bore and irritate. These ramblings I store in my ‘Get over yourself you pretentious bitch’ file’.

When I came to write The Song of Forgetfulness series, a YA dystopian/science fiction action adventure, (phew!) I was out of my comfort zone completely. Echoes from the Lost Ones was a huge challenge for me, as I’d never written in that genre or for that age group before.

It was just as much a journey of self-discovery for me, as it was for my main character, Adara. I saw the world I created through her eyes and as the narrative progressed, I became part of the world I created. I became interested in science for the first time in my life, and loved doing the research about cloning, Nano- technology and the very real threat to our eco-system by global warming, disease and destroying natural habitats. But, I didn’t want my book to be doom and gloom. I still retain some faith in my fellow human beings and hope that the message I have written within the text shines through, and gives all who read it a sense of hope for mankind and the future of this beautiful planet.

A Silence Heard, is the second book in the series The Song of Forgetfulness and is out now!!!

BLURB:

It’s a sickly wind that blows, ash black and full of menace. I hear them through the blackness - voices inside my noggin. Meeks calling from deep within the ground.

I stop listening and catch another sound. Agros, lots of them. Feet pounding, shaking the earth, drawing closer. An unseen army equipped with tech we know nowt about. All I have is my voice and the power of friendship. I must act now before the Agro menace snuffs us out.

But there’s a stone in my guts. A hard thing that won’t move. Yet I must, I must rise from all this grief and sing. Sing to save the Meeks, sing to destroy the Agros, and sing The Song of Forgetfulness to send lost loved ones to a better place and peace.

You’ll see, I’ll save my bro-bro yet.

Synopsis:

A Silence Heard continues the quest of Adara and her friends to save her brother Deogol, and all the missing Meeks. They escape from the monastery in the clouds and with the help of a mysterious map, travel to Agro headquarters. The place where the little ‘uns are imprisoned and Agros carry out sinister experiments.

Disguised as Ladies and their escorts, Adara, Kendra, Eadgard, Wirt and Marcellus, enter Agro headquarters ready to infiltrate their colony and free the Meeks. However, Agros are smart and Adara and her companions find themselves at the mercy of torturers and sleazy seducers. However, there is hope. The Meeks have a secret weapon and outside, folk are gathering. A legion of Woodsfolk, Clonies, S.A.N.T.S, Holy ones and Ladies, are on their way.

But time is running out. Adara’s struggle to save her kin becomes a desperate battle of life and death, as Agros send in their army of cloned killers to destroy the insurgents who are moving ever closer. Adara is forced to use her voice again and again, to try and stop the Agros from winning the war, but each time she does, a part of her dies.

As filthy battles ensue and loved ones perish, Adara must sing The Song of Forgetfulness one last time if she is to save not only the Meeks, but all the folk of NotsoGreatBritAlbion, from a life of slavery and despair.

Contact information:

A Silence Heard is available from Amazon in both paperback and kindle formats:

Amazon UK

You can contact Nicola and learn more about her on the following links:

Email:

nikki@thesongofforgetfulness.com

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What does "Happily Ever After Mean" to C. Desert Rose?

Hello RWPP's

All Authors Blog is proud to host Miss. C. Desert Rose today. Miss. Rose will be sharing her thoughts on her catchphrase "Happily ever after is subjective".

Take it away Miss. Rose.

Hello All Authors and beloved followers!

I'm so happy and honored to be here with you all today. When I was asked to participate in the All Authors Blog, I thought about my slogan. Why? Well, it's really simple actually. The other day a friend of mine asked me, "Rose, what do you mean by 'happily ever after is subjective'?" And I thought, "Wow. There must be lots of people thinking the same thing."

Well, if you all haven't already noticed, I write in the Youth/YA Paranormal genre, which has to do with any and all things supernatural. Now, see, I know that most people are suckers for the happily ever after, where the boy and the girl go on horse back off into the sunset and blah, blah, blah.... but that's just not me.
I honestly think that everyone has their own version of happiness. So what makes me happy, may not necessarily be what makes you happy. That's what I mean by 'subjective'.

Think about this...

In my upcoming story If Death Should Love Me, Azriel is the Angel of Death. He wants nothing more than to no longer be that. He wants out, at any cost. Here's the catch... he's dead!

Sophia is just an ordinary Latino American girl that loves her family, but isn't too keen on her life. As the matter of fact, she's bored out of her mind with it. She wants nothing more than a change--something different.

In comes Azriel.

Now, you know as well as I know that they will end up together. But how?? That's what makes their happiness subjective.
He's dead, she's not. How will and can then be together when they are not even from the same realm?

In the famous words of Pleakley from Lilo and Stitch, "Tricky fish, tricky fish!"

So that's what "happily ever after is subjective" means to me. It means that peoples' happiness is based on their outlook at life... or death.

Here is a little excerpt of If Death Should Love Me for your enjoyment. 

From behind the thin mystical curtain that divided the natural from the divine, Parí watched and listened, just as she'd be instructed. She marveled at the way humanity went about their lives unaware of the world that stood almost hand and hand with their own.

Her lips curled slightly at the thought of the skeptics, atheists and conservatives that made it a point of telling the world that faith in such things was ridiculous and if there was a god, he certainly did not care about humanity. How wrong they were! There was a god! Two of them. The Alpha and the Omega. The beginning and the end. The first and the last. Two in one and one in two. Male and female. The Higher Sources.

More than that, they cared. They cared like no other creation cared about humanity. They'd created them. How could they not care?

Angels such as herself could see why. Others, unfortunately did not. Others like Gabriel. Be that as it may, Parí could see past the inanimate mobility of the human condition. They simple did not know. Some had an idea, but most could not even fathom the grander that was the unseen world that touched theirs. In these things, she could not blame them for promenading about aloof. In time everyone encountered the reality of the world in which they lived. In time.

Yet, she reveled in the movement of it. Like a child in the cinema she watched, with wonder she gazed in appreciation.

Parí stood post, just as her Majesties had assigned. Her two charges completely unaware of her presence. This was good. She supposed that they had never even realized the few times she did show herself to them.

On occasion she would appear to them in an inconspicuous form: she needed it—the interaction. It made it easier for her to look into their eyes and awe at what she saw therein. Their calling. Their 'fate'.

Thanks for having me All Authors Blog, and THANK YOU dear reader! Hugs, love and peace to you all!