Myasthenia Gravis for pinterest

Forget the first chapter for my book! Scrap it. Going to start with chapter two as one, as I originally had it before someone changed it all LOL! Hey, he did some awesome edits.

Asgrove Academy will start with Lissa drowning in the magical realm while she has a few flashbacks to her ‘human’ life later. Welcome to magic, Lissa 🙂

Posting a picture I made for my Pinterest account of the same name, nightshaelane 🙂

Why only one side? Because the other doesn’t match!

only half mg

Chapter One, Asgrove Academy & lots more

For the past six months I have not wanted for something to read. I don’t know how long Instafreebie has been around but it is a killer.

While you can get hundreds of free books (sent to your email in three available formats), I have learned to check the title through Amazon before proceeding to download. Sometimes it is a book that isn’t offered through the Kindle Unlimited program and you’re getting a great deal.

Then be prepared to get an email box FULL of files you must forward to your chosen reading device (I use the Kindle app on my iPhone).

But that is not a problem for  free books right? Also be prepared to get your box filled with newsletters, some even asking you to join an author’s street team.

I have so many files on my computer from Instafreebie (because when you click on one and say yeah you want it, then, sometimes three more titles will pop up where you can choose one, so on and so forth) that I often both fear and look forward to checking my email.


Sent: Friday, March 24, 2017 10:40:27 AM
Subject: Freebie Friday: 293 Free Ebooks Just For You!

and here is the link Instafreebie free books

Did you know that this link can offer more than 500 books and I’ve got more than just one email offering Instafreebie books!

HUNDREDS of books from all different categories haunt me now.

What takes priority are three things: responsibilities to my family, reviewing books requested of me by authors/publishers and my own writing.

I recently tried my first short story writing contest. The theme was ‘person in a hole finds their way out’ by I’ve officially joined the community of amazing people.

My short story was published and can be found here:

My story was called ‘Death Isle’.

Also, you should join Kindle Scout! Help choose a book to be published, if chosen you will receive a copy. But it is more than that. You’re in a contest to be the best at choosing the next great book. You get three nominations a day. This is really important for authors and readers.

As for my own writing, I have changed Witches and Wizards Retribution into a trilogy. It is now, Asgrove Academy, Witches and Wizards Trilogy, Book One, with a new cover and the cover with the girl is for Book Two, Power Rising and Book Three, Retribution.

Here’s the cover for book one I bought from (credit will be in book):

asgrove academy cover

And here is Chapter One, in all its terrible glory.

This is a story about a girl who falls through a portal from Earth into Asgrove, a realm of magic where witches and wizards are the norm. Sentient buildings, classes for animal companions, potions, charms, talent training and more await her in Asgrove.

Only human females with blood tracing back centuries to the loss of Asgrove’s queen who was abducted and brought to Earth where she was eventually killed, can enter the one-way portals. In Asgrove, it has been said that the return of the lost queen’s soul would be soon, possibly within the group of human females brought to Asgrove a month before school was to begin. But dark magic has had centuries to snake its way deep within Asgrove and the residents within.

Chapter One

Bright sunlight filtered through the dense giant redwood tree canopies at the Del Norte Coast Redwood State Park.
After being on the road for more than five hours cooped together with my brothers in the back seat of our dad’s truck, I felt happy to see the park’s light green, weathered, paint peeling welcome sign.
I leaned my head against the glass window of dad’s old truck, stealing glimpses of the hot guy dressed in park ranger green.
After paying the ranger for a two-week camping pass, our blue truck rumbled along the single lane dirt road. “Hand these out to the kids please,” dad said to mom. As I took the paper, a heavily detailed map of the campsite unfolded in my hands. Might be useful.
We made several loops before reaching spot number ninety-nine.
The minute the truck stopped, I jumped out. Sweet freedom at last. No more, acrid stench of sweat. The scent of clean air found from within a redwood forest cleared away the hours of constant teasing and bickering.
Even though I had managed to get out of the vehicle first, the twins, Eric and Derek grabbed their tent from the bed of the truck before I could nab mine. My younger brother Chase along with older brother Sid got to theirs by knocking me to the ground.
“No foul,” Sid said with his trademark grin.
“Got it,” Chase laughed, passing me by, tent tucked under one muscled arm. His dark eyes, the same deep brown as dads met my glare.
“Hey, don’t forget to put the groceries in the food locker,” mom hollered.
“On it,” dad said, coming to stand in front of me. My fingers dug into the loose dirt of the ground as my anger grew.
“What a load of bull! Did you see what Sid did?” I asked my lumberjack dad. He towered above me, dressed the same as always; pale jeans, a white undershirt with a red and black plaid short sleeved shirt and thick, black boots.
“They like to make sure your tent is protected by theirs.”
I frowned at him before taking his hand. Once on my feet, I brushed the dirt from my jeans.
After I dragged my tent over to the set-up area, I saw the familiar pattern. My pink, single person canvas abode would be wedged between two gray double tents. I smiled when I could see this year, we’d have thick trees at our backs instead of another family.
Letting my frustration melt away, I cast my eyes to the beautiful trees semi blocking the rays of the high noon sun. The rich, earthy scent came from being deep within a forest. A natural balm to my frayed nerves. The shade we did have wasn’t enough to lower the temperature until an hour after the sun set. I don’t possess a single drop of ‘outdoor, nature girl’ blood. I missed my friends. Real toilets would have been welcome.
Tent pitched, I frowned when I felt sweat drip along the skin of my back.
“Get her!” Chase shouted. His voice cracked. I laughed. Oh, sweet puberty sure sucked! Yeah, I laughed when I heard my brother’s voice break because I knew he hated it. Which made me like it even more. Chase, the shortest of my brothers. What he lacked in height, he more than made up for in mischief.
I squinted against the sunlight. Then I shook my head. I had forgotten, he had shaved his head right before we left this morning. His golden curls were gone.
I stood perfectly still, right outside my tent.
I knew the drill.
Same thing each year.
“Filled ‘em back at home. Maybe the water will be cool enough for you Lissa.” Erik said, a slight breeze rippled through his long, blond hair. The musician in the family, wore nothing but dark jeans, a dark T-shirt with obscene words and black Converse high-top sneakers, without socks.
Though I stared straight ahead, I could see their bright orange and yellow, mega water blasters currently aimed at my head, from the corner of my eyes.
I didn’t have a mega blaster. I had a green plastic gun filled with water tucked inside my jeans at my lower back.
They moved in to capture me in a circle.
“You guys ought to join the military,” I said.
I had enough water for six shots.
I only needed four.
Before they pulled their triggers, I whipped my gun out and shot them each in the middle of their forehead.
“Gotcha first,” I said. My laughter made my stomach cramp. Wholeheartedly worth it. The looks on their faces simply precious. A good memory at last.
No escape. I weathered the hits from their water guns until they ran dry.
“Didn’t see the shot coming sis,” Derek patted me on the back. I shrugged his hand away.
“You’re dead. I shot each one of you! If you had stayed dead, I wouldn’t be dripping wet!”
“What? It’s a hot day. Gotta cool ya off somehow.” Erik held his empty plastic shooter next to his lips and gave it a kiss.
“Better than last year’s bro,” Chase grinned, slapping Erik hard on the back.
“Got some time before lunch, let’s go refill them,” Derek said as he stared at me.
I rolled my eyes.
They laughed. Then they were gone, off to refuel their blasters.
“Where’d they go?” dad asked as he came to stand near me.
“To refuel.”
“I saw your shots. Surprised to see you participated.”
“Doesn’t getting soaked count as participating?”
“Um, I hear your mother calling me. Got to get a fire going for the hot dogs.”
I watched him walk away from me until I stood alone.
I dropped my little pistol on the ground near my tent.
Bending over, I unzipped my tent’s door.
Quick as a magician, I changed into a fresh pair of jeans, white T-shirt with a lightweight red hoodie. I pulled my hair into a ponytail with a white scrunchie, in case my brothers me again. I took my wet clothing and hung it over the top of my tent.
When they did return, their interest no longer aimed at me. For a few moments, I watched as they ran around outside in the sweltering heat, like drunk mountain lions.
The twins were exact duplicates of each other than the way they dressed. Derek’s casual khaki shorts hung low on his thin hips. Same as his twin, he wore no socks but his feet were always jammed into colorful Van’s. The only shirts he ever wore were plain, white T-shirts. And he hated the music his twin Erik played. So, did I. Loud metal banging noises from his band, The Metal Masters. No joke.
I unzipped my tent’s door and crawled inside to search for my ear buds and music player. Exactly how I planned on spending my time. I brought a few books but with the heat, I had a hard time getting lost in a story.
Listening to music, passed the time. I also tried to exchange text messages with several friends, bemoaning the cruelness of life. The terrible cell reception in the forest made most of my text messages undeliverable.
“Change of plans. We’ll have hot dogs for dinner. Your mom made sandwiches for lunch,” dad said from outside.
“Heard,” I said. I crawled out of my tent to see my brothers standing directly in front of me.
Dad and mom were by the truck with the dry fire pit in between us.
“Couldn’t get the fire started?” Derek asked. He spoke loud enough for us kids to hear but not dad.
“He brought wood instead of buying it from the park,” Chase said quietly.
“Thanks for lunch,” I said, as I elbowed Erik and Derek in the ribs at the same time.
“Yeah, thanks,” my four brothers called out at once.
“Ah, do you have to be so loud?” I rubbed my ears as I made my way past them to get my sandwich.
I smiled as my mom handed me a tin foil-wrapped lump. For a moment, a saw the apology in her blue eyes.
“I’ll eat inside my tent. No water allowed. Cute hat mom.”
“Sure Lissa,” mom said, handing out more silver wrapped packages to the boys.
I looked back and saw her pat her brilliant green baseball cap. Such a shame. She must have wedged her long, black hair inside the hat. Her smile showed me what I needed to know. For now, the world would survive.
I retreated to my tent. The sandwich turned out to be peanut butter and strawberry jam.
After I ate, I crumpled the tin into a ball and left it beside my pillow. I might need it later if I bored.
I retrieved my camera bag from the truck. I returned to my tent without encountering anyone where I set it carefully on top of my navy-blue sleeping bag. I plugged in my ear buds, closed my eyes and listened to the soundtrack of Pink Floyd’s, ‘The Wall.’
On the evening, what would come to be the strangest of my life, my family shared a casual meal of hot dogs roasted over the campfire. We stoically ate them and ignored the blackened crunchy texture. Dad tried his best to behave like a true outdoorsman, but he wasn’t as skilled as Augustus McCrae or Daniel Boone. of us discreetly wiped the tears from our eyes from the campfire smoke.
At the end of dinner, I had to fight off my brothers who attempted to attack me again with their water guns. They laughed as they mocked me. “The water will cool ya off better than that air conditioner you’re always dreaming of!”
I screamed when they shot me. The devils had fired hot water!
Thankfully dad stepped in. He made the jerks back off by standing in front of me. Without their target, my brothers grumbled.
While dad motioned for them to point their guns away, he whispered to me, “Go take a walk on a nearby trail.”
My head turned toward him.
“Don’t forget your camera. There should be several places nearby where you could get some great shots.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“New target. For this one time, you can shoot me,” dad said, holding his hands in the air. A seriously cool move for dad; sacrificing himself for me.
I took the precious moment he gave me to duck into my tent, tucked my music player in the pocket of my jeans before grabbing my camera bag. I placed it over my shoulder. My eye caught on a map of the campsite. The hot ranger had given dad several of them, which he then gave to us. I grabbed it, stuffed it into a pocket and made my getaway.
Nearly out of range, I heard dad shout, “But don’t go too far.”
I waved at him before turning my full attention to the beautiful foliage around me. “Maybe I’ll get some decent pictures to post online and sell as stock photos. Easy money.” I talked to myself as I stepped on a path leading into the redwood forest. The shade enveloped me. With the setting sun, I figured I had an hour before I needed head back.
Alone, I intended on taking a short walk, when a swarm of blue and white butterflies caught my eye. I pulled out my map and studied the colorful images on the back of the wildlife in the area. There were six types of blue butterflies and at least three types of white ones. The combination of their groups mesmerized me, and I followed them until I came upon the most amazing sight. I looked at my map and frowned. I had stumbled upon a trail called Damnation Creek.
I hesitated for a second before I stepped off the well-worn path and into another world, it could have been a picture from a bedtime storybook. An enchanting lush green meadow surrounded by the thick trunks of the redwood trees. It formed the backdrop for the swirling butterflies and fairy tale like flowers.
I gently set my camera bag on the soft grass. I walked slowly to the secret spot. Using the map to compare, I identified the flowers as Smith’s Fairy Bells.
The spellbinding butterflies were flying high and low as if their movements were an award winning, gracefully choreographed dance. Then, ever so elegant, they would land on the little bell flowers blanketing the meadow.
A tiny bird crossed paths with the dance. The magic broke. I remembered my camera.
I returned to my bag and bent to unzip it. I took great care to assemble my most prized possession – my Nikon D700 digital SR camera with 24.1 pixels and 6 SPS continuous shooting. I attached my Nikon AF-S DX Nikkor lens and closed the bag. I moved slowly around the area outside the butterflies’ path. Ever since a special birthday as a toddler when I received my first plastic red camera, I have loved photography.
After twenty minutes, my arms ached. “Got enough to last me awhile,” I sighed as I carefully removed the Nikkor lens from my camera and tucked it away before putting my camera back in its bag, zipped it and left it where it sat, safe on the enchanted grass. The flora and fauna forgotten, my attention focused on a huge redwood with a funky knot near the bottom which appeared to be a built-in seat.
I walked over to it and ran my hand over the natural contours. Curious, I sat and pressed my back to the trunk of the tree. The wood felt smooth as glass. I tilted my head against the tree and closed my eyes, letting the fresh air clear my thoughts.
Then the tree and beautiful meadow fell away.

**Needs loads of work. Changing a book into a trilogy will be very interesting!**

All comments welcome.

NaNoWriMo day 13 and one Great Book Series

Okay, my book got derailed by my reading of a five book series. It was so good I did not open my computer for three days.

Sonja Bateman’s DeathSpeaker Codex series is about this guy who finds out he’s not quite all human.

Enter now many different worlds with each book, the story gets richer and you get more addicted to Bateman’s fabulous writing.

I swear I watched a movie instead of reading five books!

If you have read Laurell K Hamilton’s vampire and Fae series, this book series is for you. If you haven’t, this book series is for you.

The whole series is available through Kindle Unlimited, which just makes it that more awesome.

Wrong Side of Hell Book #1 in the DeathSpeaker Codex series This link takes you to the first book of the series on Amazon. Give it a go!

First Book!  This link takes you to a pictuer of the cover of the first book but if you already clicked the link above, don’t bother, you’ll have seen it!

Sadly, back to reality lol! Okay National Novel Writing Month which ends on my birthday here my call, “I am going to finish my story!” Where Angels Weep, here I come!


Day Four,, 1,362 words today

This chapter is still rough but should be okay to post.


Chapter Three

Over the next six months, the twins used their new keys every night.

One evening,  Jacob went alone to visit his favorite girl, Heidi. But when he got there, her eyes were open, staring up at the ceiling, fixed.

“Damn, why’d you have to go and die? Jeez,” Jacob hit the bars of her cell with is hands until they stung. “Pain feels good,” he sighed..

He took a deep breath to calm his rage.

“I’ve got to tell papa.” he said aloud.

He left the cell girls. He stood outside his father’s work shop for a few minutes.

He glanced around but no one was there.

He looked at the sun and decided there was plenty of time before dinner.

He knocked on the door to his father’s workshop and held his breath

He waited, pushing his impatience deep down inside.

The opened a crack and Papa stuck his head out.

“Jacob? You know you’re not supposed to interupt my work.”

“I know papa and I am sorry but one of the girls is dead.”

“Oh? Which one?”


“Okay son, let’s go get her. We’ll bring her back here.”

As they walked back to the cells, Jacob dug inside himself for the courage he needed to ask his papa the question that had been burning inside him since he’d first seen the “cell girls”.

Jacob followed behind his papa as they retrieved the girl’s body all the way back to papa’s workshop.

“Will she be an angel now?” Jacob asked as they entered the sacred space.

“I hadn’t planned on using her so soon but yes, we can put her in the statue we’re making for the high school.”

“The one that’s kneeling in prayer?”

“Yes,” papa said as he laid the girl’s broken body on a wooden bench.

“Can I ask you an important question? I promise not to tell anyone except Jason. He needs to know too,” Jacob said, leaning his back against the closed door.

He watched as papa turned from the work bench to observe him.

When he didn’t speak, Jacob took it as a yes. “Where do the girls come from?”

He watched his papa’s lips form a peculiar smile before they settled into a grin.

Jacob kept his posture straight and did not break eye contact with his father.

“I buy them. It is a simple matter really. Now that I think about it, it is about time to visit the market again. I’ll bring you and your brother and you can help me pick out some fresh treats.”

“Seriously? That sounds awesome! Thanks Papa!” Jacob’s body relaxed upon hearing his father’s answer.

“I need to make a few phone calls and then we can go. You’ll need this information for the future.”

“Don’t talk like that papa! You’re going to be here forever!” Jacob crossed his arms over his chest.

Laughing, his father shook his head. “Not forever my dear son. But I’ve got enough years in these old bones to get you and your brother on level with the family business in all areas of course. Now let’s get this girl into the statue shall we?”

“Yes papa,” Jacob pushed off from the door. He went to stand near the kneeling statue.

Hours later, with the weeping angel statue finished for the local high school, Jacob found his brother in the woods, swinging on their old swing set.

“I got lots to tell you,” Jacob smiled as he settled his tired body onto the swing’s seat. He grasped the chains and pushed off with his feet.

“About what?” Jason asked, soaring high towards the sky.

“Well, I found out where papa gets the girls. He’s gonna take us to pick out some new ones. Heidi died today.”

Without turning his head, Jason said, “Sorry dude. I know she was your favorite. Sounds cool about the trip with papa. Thanks for sharing.”

Jacob swung high. “I thought you’d be more excited.”

“Oh I am! I was thinking about mother and I had an idea.”

Wrinkling his nose, Jacob replied, “What about her?”

“Well, after papa had bestowed his gift upon us I think it is time for a big change. It’s time to stand up to mother. No more of punishments.”

“I get it. Good idea Jason. I just know that papa will be very upset with her secret actions against us.”

“Especially now that he’s shared so much with us,” Jason laughed. The fresh air felt wonderful against his skin.

“It’s getting late bro. Let’s go inside and eat dinner. We can talk about what to do with her later.” Jacob dug his heels into the grass and stopped swinging. He reached out and grabbed his brother who laughed. “Okay, okay! I’m coming stop pulling already!”

The next morning, the twins sat on their beds, finishing up their plans.

“I won’t allow her to make us dress in stupid angel costumes for her enjoyment. I mean, we’re home schooled through that computer program. There’s no one to see us anyways,” Jacob said as he sat upon his bed. Early rays of light filtered in through the open window where his brother Jason sat flipping through a comic book.

“We’re taller and stronger than her now,” Jason agreed.

“She’s just a useless woman anyway. It makes me sick to think that we let her bury us, torture us without papa knowing!” Jacob snarled.

“Tonight at dinner, I think we should tell papa about mother’s misuse of us. Maybe he can lock her up in a cage. She deserves worse.” Jason shoved the comic book away from him. He stared at the ceiling lost in thought.

“That’s not a bad idea. You want to know what I hope he does?” Jacob grinned.


“There’s that statue he’s making for a park in Italy. Wouldn’t it be cool if mother was put inside it?”

“Who would wash our clothes or prepare food if she was gone?”

“Papa could hire a house keeper to do that stuff. He might even let us help fill the statue this time. I mean, I did help with Heidi but it was mostly observing. I mean, like hands on work.”

“We have been working really hard at learning papa’s techniques and skills at creating the angel statues. I’ve almost gotten as good as him at the hands and face.”

“Yeah. I’ve been able to do their wings and postures pretty good too. We’re not ready for copper crafting but we’ve mastered a lot since he began to teach us.”

“I’d like to hear her scream,”Jason smiled and Jacob stared at him.

“That’s usually my view. When did you become so jaded?” Jacob got to his feet, walked over to his dresser and began to dress for the day.

“When they scream, it makes me want to fuck them harder. I like hearing them scream.” Jason sighed, leaving a grin on his lips.

Jacob turned to see his brother’s face. “I know, right?” he said softly. He returned his attention to his clothes.

“I don’t want to wait till dinner.” Jason said, glancing at the blue plastic clock on the far wall next to the door. “I want to go tell papa now. It will give him more choices if he has more time.”

“Damn Jason, you’ve grown a strong backbone there.” Jacob ran slim fingers through his thick hair.

“You’re a good teacher.” Jason pushed off his bed. He walked to his green dresser which sat next to his brother’s blue one.

“I’ll go grab some muffins while you dress. We can eat them on the way to see papa. I think we’ll need the energy. Today’s going to be a big day for all the souls living here.”

As Jacob left, Jason turned towards the window. “Finally going to pay. Bet papa won’t like the scars on our backs either. That woman is not my mother. Mother’s don’t hurt their children. But I am going to enjoy hurting her.”

He pulled on a plain, white T-shirt and blue jeans. Then he slipped his feet into his sneakers and raced down the stairs to join his brother in the kitchen.

-end, for now-

Cover Reveal, BDSM, Erotica book!

Because the movie made me cry and increased my anger at how the author portrayed BDSM, I have begun a short story showcasing a healthy relationship between a new submissive and her dominant.

It will include their Agreement for their scenes or I might call them sessions but the former is more common.

It will also include more than fifty pages of Check-Lists that are done before the Agreement (think Contract if you wish) can be seriously considered.

Aftercare, Subspace, Drop/Landing and more is explored.

My book is written in the form of diary entries and is currently titled, “Kink, A New Submissive’s Diary.”

Currently considering publishing under my pen name Lucky Kyxx instead of Colleen.


If there is anyone out there who has a beef with the movie and trilogy I am referencing, please let me know, I would be honored to hear from you.  I do not wish to offend the BDSM community. I want to offer a healthy view of what a relationship between a submissive and her dominant could be. The dominant is not a sadist and the submissive is not a masochist. Neither enjoys true pain, receiving or inflicting. I do not refer to them as a top or bottom, nor are they Master and Slave or Daddy and Baby Girl though that is an interesting angle I may one day write about.

Due to my myasthenia gravis, I have negative color (high contrast) enabled on my computer and in my writing programs. Chrome has an add on that enables websites to be viewed in this manner. Thus, the image of my book below doesn’t appear correctly to myself and I am hoping it will appear as it was designed when posted. I use (text added by me but this cover was designed by


(Mature Post 18+) My short erotica story is live on smashwords Taboo Whoo Hoo!

I like that allows the option to make a book free. Here is a short story, Erotica themed.

Now if Amazon would give the free option, I could make my current book free instead of it being locked in for 3 months at 99 cents. 😦

I have been busy downloading a ton of free ebooks at Amazon and leaving reviews. I look for books without any reviews because helping an author is a mirror of my soul.

Download the full versions of this book
 STORY OF LIFE & LOVE IN NEW YORK CITYI went through many searches and found the most popular tags for Erotica:

Words Found In Titles: Smut, Smutty,Taboo, Forbidden, Lesbian, Gay, First Time, Virgin, Mating, Pleasure(s), Play, Submission, Erotic, Erotica, Fairy Tale, Western, Twisted, Games, Abduction, Futanari(um)

Descriptions of the Erotica: Abused, Pleasured, Stuffed, Pumped, Raw, Ravaged, Drilled, Steamy, Cream(ed), Filled, Rough, Seeded, Milked, Fertile, Breeding,Lust, Carnal, Craving(s), Sexy, Talk, Dirty, Exhibitionist, Taking, Moan, Naked, Horny, Wet, Seduction, Riding, Punishment, Reluclant, Hard(er), Used, Penetration, Share(ed), Violated, Claim(ed), Shaved, Extreme, Broken, Mayhem, Retaken/Re Taken, Mashed/Mashing, Heavily Endowed, Cherry, Dungeon, Gang, Gangbang, Education, Steampunk, Surrender,

Types of Erotica partners: Hydra, Yeti, Cyborg, Robot, Warrior, Apocalyptic Harem, Step, Cop, Nurse, Doctor, Soldier, Dragon, Wolf, Werelion, Were-puffer, Werebear, Were-Panther, were-rex, Vampire, Master, Unicorn, Pixies, Demons, Beasts, Dinosaur, Were-Panther, Werealien, Mummy, Elf, Slenderman,King, Demigoddess,Flora, Aquaphiles, Golem, Medical, Raptor, Leprechan, Genie, Mermaid, Ghost, Man of the House, Cuckhold/Cuckholding/Cuckholded, Training, Milked, Hucow, Hardcore, Menage, Interracial, Nursing, Brat, Without Protection, Shifter, MILF, Alien, Monster, Minotaur, Bareback, Cougar, Tentacle, Pregnancy, Alpha, Billionaire, Flirts, Older Woman Younger Man, Older Man Younger Woman,Naughty, Chick(s), Girl, Daughter, Step-Daughter, Step-Son, Step-Father, Step-Mother, Adopted Brother, Adopted Sister, Older Man Younger Man, Younger Man Older Man, Older Female Younger Female, Younger Female Older Female, Fantasy, Genderswap(ped), Panties, Nanny, Babysitter, Stud, Cowboy, Merman, Goat Boy, Chupacabra, Scarecrow, Snowman, Djinn, Anubis, Cave Creature(s), Boogeyman, Troll(s), Bride, Zombie, Goblin

Excerpt & A look at the Outerborders from Vrozia in Love Awakens



My ebook is free at amazon until 12/13/14 and then when I can figure out how to keep it free it will be free!


Vrozia a world of perpetual night, under twin moons is home to the outerborders, middleborders and innerborders.  I want to define the outerborders today.

This so called class of citizens have been pushed as far away from the royal castle as possible. They live in caves and trees beyond the Dymare Forest. They are the outcast villains, or so the royal family would have you think this. In reality, they are a sensitive and tight knitted community of shapeshifters led by Lysimachus, a chimera and the Alpha. There are many sub-alphas that represent each type of animal or creature that they can shift forms from two legs to four.  They do not kill nor do they thirst for the blood of those living beyond the portals the royals opened to other worlds like Earth.

They receive all the proper nutrition they need from Ostramethusias, the last original Other in Vrozia. He is a fabulous chemist mixing animal and human blood with special herbs to maintain the exact nutrients the outerborders need. He comes monthly to visit and he brings Cilla, his mate, to meet Lysimachus and is accepted. When she drinks his blood, she is able to shift into a different form! With Cilla and ‘Sias’ together,Vrozians can live freely and not fear the wrath of the royal family for Ostramethusias has magic far beyond anything anyone has ever seen and he let the queen borrow some of it until he cut her off. Her book of spells have a very minor touch to the world but as Cilla and Sias evolved into what they were meant to be, Maldoriens, they will change Vrozia forevermore.

quote from Love Awakens, italic words are thoughts instead of spoken words.

You do not understand yet but once our bodies adjust to these changes, we will be so different from what we were. But have no fear my dear firefly.”

Sias grinned at her and led her closer to where she thought she had heard movement, closer to those big open caves filled with darkness.

Lysimachus!” Sias called out in a deeper voice then Cilla was used to hearing. She looked at him and was surprised to see his long silver hair was now streaked with black. She shook her head so that her long hair flowed into view and her shock doubled. Her normally light blonde hair was streaked with silver and black. She briefly wondered what that would look like from someone else’s point of view. But when she saw a large shape moving towards them, her mouth went dry before Sias was in her head calming her down.

Do not show fear, as they can smell it, taste it, feel it.”

Cilla forced her body to relax and drew upon Sias’s strength as the large shape stopped about three feet away from them.

Ostramethusias, time has passed,” Lysimachus verbalized in its own way of speaking.

To Cilla’s untrained ears, what she heard was more of a growl than words yet she did understand what it said.

Yes it has most ruthless leader. We are entering a new time with many changes,” Sias smiled showing his elongated teeth and Cilla’s eyes widened at the sight. She put all her energy into keeping her heart beat steady, not to scream and to keep holding Sias’s hand.

Lysimachus, meet my mate, Cilla,” Sias told the big creature as he held Cilla’s hand out towards the big male. His eyes glowed a dark green and suddenly Cilla could see what he truly looked like though she wasn’t quite sure she had ever seen something like him before.

Lysimachus studied the hand of the Other’s mate for a very long time. He stood and stared, he smelled the air and sensed the weight of judgment from those hidden in their caves. He also felt the air caress him from those who lived in the trees and were right now gently shaking them. He mentally went around to every sub-alpha until he had reached them all. Then without warning, he shifted his body until he became something else.

Cilla scrutinized him, trying to imagine all the animals and creatures that this one being represented, but she couldn’t pinpoint every single one. She was impressed and realized she held no fear even though this being had razor sharp teeth, several rows in fact. He sat like a lion would sit or maybe a dragon and watched her. Lysimachus lifted one massive, spotted paw with needle-pointed nails and whisked it over his own throat. A thin line of blood began to well up and Cilla’s mouth went dry. She felt her own teeth lengthen and knew she had to keep eye contact with Lysimachus even though she badly wanted to look at Sias for affirmation about her teeth. Her nails grew outrageously sharp and she tried very hard not to puncture Sias’s skin where he held her other hand.

When she smelled the chimera’s blood, she lost control. Without consciously thinking, she found herself standing in front of the chimera watching it bleed, mesmerized by the rich red liquid. In the next second, she sank her teeth into its neck for a few seconds before rubbing her tongue over the bleeding slash. Cilla felt the skin mend as her tongue passed over it. As quickly as it had happened it was over and she was back to where she had been standing. Looking at the chimera, she saw that his eyes were closed. She knew instinctively that he was feeling no anger or fear. In fact, he looked euphoric, if such an expression could be discerned at a moment like this. Or in a creature such as this one. Cilla liked the word chimera, for he really lived up to that word’s description.

In a flash, Sias was standing over the chimera and she watched, equally horrified and fascinated to see him sink his sharp teeth into its neck for about the same amount of time that she had done. But Sias seemed to heal the broken skin with his mind. She stood as if her legs were made of wood with roots sinking deep into the earth. Her thoughts raced through the last few minutes, taking the moments apart, piecing them together and processing everything. Cilla could feel the other creatures gathering around the area where they were standing, watching them. She was surprised at first that she didn’t feel any danger while being watched by so many eyes. But when she realized that she felt just as comfortable here in the middle of the outerborder’s territory as she did in Sias’s personal rooms, she knew the royal family was just an illusion of power. These feelings didn’t jibe with the knowledge she had been fed by the queen that these ‘feral’ beings would tear her whole world apart and bathe in the blood of all. The queen had lied to her and who knew if anything she had every said held a grain of truth.

My experience with Amazon, KDP, and Createspace for my first book (free right now!)

Publishing my first book through was super easy. I got the template from them for formatting my book from their site. I participated in and got two free printed copies which is cool. I love as it’s a great writing challenge.

The Printed Book

First I made an account with and downloaded their template for the trade paperback 6 x 9 book. It allows me to edit my book as many times as I want and I used openoffice instead of Microsoft Word.

The Cover for the Printed Book and the EBook

The only thing I have paid for is the cover which I chose a premade and I think they are awesome! $69 spent for the cover.I used This site’s prices start at $69 and it gives you a 300 dpi image for print and a 72 dpi. It only asks for credit inside the book, easily done.  I can use their text options but I chose to take the image, use  and then I used to put it all together. Both and are free to use.

Print Copy Shipping

I paid about $8 for the shipping of my two printed books from CreateSpace. Now, they first want you to order a physical proof copy but you can overlook that step if you like, as you do have to pay for the proof and the shipping. BTW I just got my two proof copies (I chose two) and see an error on the back of the book! Got to be very careful with editing.

Print Copy ISBN and barcode will give you an ISBN for both print and ebook formats for free as well as a free barcode. No need to go and buy them yourself (hundreds of dollars!).


I pay about $30 a month for to help me self edit my books. I think it’s worth every penny.


I am all about offering any book for free but Amazon doesn’t like that and the lowest in USD is $0.99 but I can choose five days, five times a year and make it $0.00. I do have the Kindle Lending so it’s free for people who belong to that.

So my first day, yesterday of twitter posts, blog post, reblog posts (THANK YOU!) gave me over 60 ‘purchases’ all free. I love that! Today there was about 9 but I’m just glad my book is out there. It isn’t my best work but it’s a good story. I confess I am scared of the feedback but also really want to find out what other people think!


Now back to caretaking, running errands that had me literally walking in circles and being a mom.

NEVER FORGET: Mental Health is just as important as physical health. Take care of your emotions and mind better than you take of your body!



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