A New Author’s Year in Review Pt. 3

Shirley Harris-Slaughter:

I want to bookmark this so what better way than to reblog?

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This is a continuation from Monday’s blog, The Serendipity of Christmas Generosity. It took time to get to the place where I was ready to commit to writing after the events described in my previous post. But that bit of serendipity certainly affected what I’ve done this past year as well as where I’m going next year. In Part 1 of this series I’ll revealed how I’ve progressed this year in several ways but now I want to get more specific starting with my email decisions. Part 2 covers my choices with email.

HammerAfter I obtained my domain registration and email address hosting, I then launched my website. I knew the site would be a work in progress which didn’t bother me too much. The one thing that gave me pause was blogging. I’d never blogged though I knew a little about it. I was hesitant to proceed with…

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Welcome Aoife Marie Sheridan!

TAKEN FROM HUNTERS – CHAPTER EIGHT – DEMON TRAP (ABIGAIL)

 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.
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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.

To contact Aoife you can email her at: aoifesheridan101@gmail.com

Website: http://www.aoifemariesheridan.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Aoifemariesheri

Blog: aoifesheri.wordpress.com

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Purchase Links:
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Amazon.co.uk – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hunters-Demon-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00NLRMJ5S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1411466580&sr=1-1
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THE RAVE AWARDS!

Rave Reviews Book Club is sponsoring the first ever Rave Awards! Members have entered their blogs, trailers and have been interviewed in “Who’s on the Shelf with Nonnie Jules,” for a chance to win an award in those categories. I submitted my entries in Who’s on the Shelf and Our Lady of Victory Book Trailer.

Please click here to cast your vote for me in those two categories:  RAVE AWARDS

Remember Voting closes at midnight CST on December 5, 2014.

Thank you so much for your support.

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A DAY IN THE LIFE…

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A Day in the Life of a Rave Reviews Book Club Member!

It generally starts out like most ordinary days and then something special happens. I woke up this morning, rubbed the sleep out of my blurry eyes, and got something to eat before starting my day. I had on my PJs and nightcap looking a fright. I decided to get on the computer to check my bank account before paying some small bills.

 

Lo and Behold! There was some activity from Amazon with what looked like deposits. I rubbed my eyes again to decipher what I was looking at. It takes awhile to get focused so early in the morning. There were three deposits from UK, US, and Canada. International Activity! How about that? I go to sleep and then wake up to find cash in my bank account.

 

I owe it all to Rave Reviews Book Club. I’ve had my share of being promoted. I was a Spotlight Author; Push Tuesday recipient; my book is posted on the catalogue page and I got a 5 star review. As an author, you know how good that feels. I notice activity going on in the form of reviews. Just when things seem to get quiet, there is another review posted on the RRBC website.

 

Nonnie Jules, president and founder of this awesome club is to be commended. It takes a lot of work to keep something of this magnitude going, but she has a vision. And its attracting the right kind of people. RRBC is achieving something no other book club has, recognition for its achievements and support of fellow Indie Authors. That support translates into the “bottom line.”

 

So why don’t you check it out and join us? See for yourself! Here is the link.

 

One more thing; check out the voting link and VOTE!!

 

 
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

 

Shirley Harris-Slaughter, Author
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RESPECT OR DISREPECT – THAT IS THE QUESTION!

Right now I am so frustrated. Barnes and Noble is selling my books and I am not getting any royalties or correspondence from them. Trying to inquire as to what is going on is a difficult task to undertake. I can’t get hold of anybody who knows anything. I am led around in circles trying to follow up on inquiries I have submitted according to their instructions. Each inquiry is leading to a dead-end.
I don’t know what is going on with Barnes and Noble but I intend to get to the bottom of it, even if I have to make a complaint with the attorney general’s office here in my hometown. All of this is leading me to the conclusion that these big bookstores have no respect for Indie Authors. My publicist can’t even get a book event scheduled with them. They do not work with Indie Authors is their excuse.
So I am beginning to think that the publishing world does not care about Indie Authors. It has taken me from 2007 up to the present time to finally get that they want nothing to do with folks like me. How else do you explain the runaround I am getting? They give out wrong information and you are left trying to cut through the red tape just trying to get to a live person who can guide you and give you some answers.
The disrespect is unbelievable! They place your books on the site without any input from the author; they sell them with abandon without ever having to answer to you about your royalties. I have yet to master how to get my ebooks up and right now I don’t have the will to do that with what is happening to me right now.
I’m beginning to wonder if my books are categorized as a “vanity press?” That is something authors have to stay away from. My first publisher was iUniverse, Inc. which is a print on demand publisher. They did a beautiful job editing and publishing my book but I eventually had to move away from them because they were not serving my needs. Now I am with Createspace and I’m not totally happy with the way my book was re-published but have to live with it for now.
If your publisher is considered a vanity press then you are “dead in the water” before you have a chance to establish yourself as a respectable author. Maybe that is my problem. Because I am not getting any respect for my work.
It is a discouraging revelation if it is true.
So I did a search and this is what I discovered online at Preditors and Editors: iUniverse: Not recommended. Vanity and self-publisher service. A division of Author Solutions.
I am shocked. Something I was trying to avoid has happened. I was done before I got started. iUniverse was not listed when my book was launched in 2007. After they merged with AuthorHouse, the service went downhill fast. Now I see why.
Createspace doesn’t seem to be targeted. They are a publishing arm of Amazon and I am receiving royalties. But iUniverse? Well that is a shocker.
Barnes and Noble knows that my book is now published through Createspace so what gives now? Why am I being jerked around and ignored? I think sometimes that I would have been better off trying to get the big publishing houses to take me on or I should have gotten an agent.
I found some information on Preditor and Editor, some tips & guidelines to avoiding scams. I’ll share this with you: http://pred-ed.com/general.ht.

I am still checking and talking with Lightening Source distributors. I never knew anything about going to them. I will keep you posted.

Question: Can anyone shed some light on all this?

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Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/aF3ZBZFn3AY
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CONNECT HERE…
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SHIRLEY’S BLOGS…
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BETTER PARENTING, BETTER KIDS

I’d like to take this opportunity to introduce a dear friend of mine. She is an exceptional, and phenomenal woman. Nonnie Jules, President of Rave Reviews Book Club and Author, is gracing us with her presence today.  Her life is dedicated to making children’s lives safer and meaningful. She has raised two beautiful daughters and writes about how she did it in her first published book, The Good Mommies’ Guide To Raising (Almost) Perfect Daughters. She is the founder of Rave Reviews Book Club. It is an honor to welcome Ms. Nonnie Jules!

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Hello, and welcome to the 6th day of my BETTER PARENTING, BETTER KIDS Blog Tour!  I’m so happy to be here today with my dear friend, Shirley and all her friends!  I so appreciate you allowing me to share a bit of my parenting expertise with you!

 

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Today I want to share one of my favorite tips from my book,  “THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS”  I hope that someone can take something from this message and apply it in the lives of their own daughter:

FRIENDSHIP

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TEACH THEM HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO BE A GOOD, TRUST WORTHY FRIEND.  The Bible (Proverbs 11:13) says:  “Whoever goes about slandering reveals secrets, but he who is trustworthy in spirit keeps a thing covered,” and The Bible (John 15:13) says:  “Greater love has no one than this:  to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”

Good friends are hard to come by and sometimes, if you have not been given the tools, it’s even harder to BE a good friend to others.  In the beginning, I taught my daughters to always share their toys.  As they got older, I taught them the importance of being loyal and if someone confided a secret to them, to take that secret to the grave, unless someone was being hurt or abused.  They were taught that if someone had something negative to say about another person, to either dismiss the conversation, letting the offending party know they did not wish to engage in such conversation, or by removing themselves from the conversation altogether.

My daughters are viewed as such great friends, that they are the ones that their friends come to for advice.  They are the ones pegged as good listeners, with the best shoulders to lean on, and they are the “GO-TO” gals when you’re looking for a good, trust-worthy friend.  Equip your daughters early on with the proper tools so that they will know how to receive good friendships, as well as know how to give of themselves in that same department.

Make it a great day, people.  The choice is always yours.

Thanks again, Shirley!

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Do the world a favor and pick up your very own copy of  “THE GOOD MOMMIE’S GUIDE TO RAISING ALMOST (PERFECT) DAUGHTERS.” If your kids are grown and gone, gift it to them for their kids.  If you don’t have kids, gift it to the young mom next door or down the hall who could use the wisdom between the covers of this life-changing little book.  And, if you’re just in the mood for a really good read, I can guarantee, this one is a joy!

Thanks so much for stopping by.  LET’S CHANGE THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT AND MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE!

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AUTHOR BIO:

Nonnie Jules is the mother of two beautifully kind daughters, who along with the help of her husband, have turned out to be two of the greatest assets to this world.  THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS is her first published piece of work and two weeks after publication, it hit Amazon’s Top 100 list, where it reached the #7 mark.  With all the violence which is being exhibited by some children today, it is her vision and goal to get THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE…into the hands of everyone who breathes around a child.  She feels the only way we can make this happen, is if we are all working from a common blueprint.  Ms. Jules strongly believes that every opportunity we are given with a child, should be a teaching one for us and a learning one for them.

So far, Nonnie has authored two other books:  a novel which she released in November of 2013, entitled “DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, NIGHTMARE’S FRIEND” and “SUGARCOATIN’ IS FOR CANDY & PACIFYIN’ IS FOR KIDS!” where she shares her no-holds-barred style of teaching us all about support and social media.  Her second parenting guide {THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO BULLY-PROOF KIDS} is due for release the beginning of January, 2015 and the sequel to her debut novel, DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, shortly after.  (Both have been delayed due to her extensive workload with RRBC).

She is a fan of the well-written word, and so along with 3 partners, she started 4WillsPublishing Co. in November, 2013 to assist other writers in putting out their best work ever.  By December, 2013, she had founded the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB where in less than a year, the membership has rapidly grown to well over 500.  If you’re not a member yet, this is your personal invitation to JOIN US!

As you can see, she is an Author on the move and if you’re interested in keeping up with her, here is her contact info (and a good pair of running shoes would help as well):

 

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Twitter:  @nonniejules

Facebook:  Nonnie Jules, Author

Blogs/Websites:

4WillsPublishing.wordpress.com

BooksByNonnie.wordpress.com

NonnieWrites.wordpress.com

AskTheGoodMommy.wordpress.com

Introducing Michelle Abbott

Here is Michelle Abbott a dear friend I have had the pleasure of getting to know. She is the author of a new release  “Just Stay.” Michelle comes to us from the UK and it is my honor to host her and give her a warm welcome. Here is a piece that she wishes to share with you.

 

Flash Fiction

I thought I’d share some flash fiction I wrote ages ago. It’s not my usual style because it’s written in 3rd person, and it’s not romance 

Suzanne washed her hands with the antibacterial soap, and used her elbows to turn off the tap. She dusted her hands with talc, and snapped on her latex gloves. Finally, she covered her mouth and nose with her surgical mask, and walked into the operating theatre.
She gazed at the body lying on her operating table, taking in his buzz cut and the defined muscles beneath his smooth skin. He looked like a military man, just as her dad had once been. She pondered the horrors he must have seen in battle. He was young, too young to die, but this man was lucky, she was the best surgeon in the hospital. Today, he would survive. The anaesthetist had done her job, he would feel no pain. She checked the monitor; his heartbeat was slow and steady.
“Scalpel, please nurse.” She gripped the instrument, reassured by the feel of the cold, hard metal against her palm. Droplets of blood formed on the man’s pale skin as she made the incision from the tip of his breast bone to the bottom of his ribcage. She was calm and collected, her movements precise; she’d performed this surgery many times before.
The operating theatre was silent except for the steady beat of the heart monitor. Unlike other surgeons she’d observed, who listened to classical music while they worked, Suzanne preferred to work without any distractions.
Her nurse adjusted the camera. She studied the image that had appeared on the screen. While the nurse kept a check on the man’s vitals, Suzanne quickly repaired the damage to his organ.
She fought back her need to sneeze as she began to close her incision, and took a moment to admire her stiches, which were small and neat. Her patient wouldn’t appreciate her artwork of course, nor would he know that she enjoyed sewing in her spare time.
She paused. His heart beat was erratic. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. He was going into cardiac arrest. She worked deftly but as she finished closing the wound his heart flat lined. “Nurse. Defibulator.” The nurse stepped back as Suzanne held the metal plates against the man’s chest. The monitor was emitting a continuous beep. This was not happening. She was not going to lose her patient. He survived through wars, she was determined he would survive her operating table.
She froze in shock as a pair of hands grabbed the man’s legs and yanked him from her table. “It’s my turn, you’re supposed to share,” Thomas screamed at her, his face red. With the action man held tightly in his little fist, Thomas skipped across the classroom making pwow, pwow noises.

 

Michelle’s Sites:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MichelleAbbott4
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MichelleAbbottRomanceAuthor
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Michelle-Abbott/e/B00C7N1AQ6/
Website: http://www.michelleabbott.com
Blog: http://michelle-abbott.weebly.com/

 

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Michelle Abbott lives in the UK and hates describing herself in 3rd person. She’s a self-published author who loves to write new adult romance about heroes who begin as the underdog and are protective of their girl. She’s an avid reader of romance, is addicted to coffee and loves wine and chocolate, so yeah, not the most healthy eating and drinking habits :-) She spends way too much time online when she should be writing. She collects teddy bears and occasionally knits a couple of rows on a sweater she started years ago, which she may eventually finish in time to wear for her funeral.

 

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