Friday, June 13, 2014

Interview and Giveaway with Sherrie Cronin





Please share a little about yourself, your genres, any other pen names you use.

My name is Sherrie Cronin and I write novels that are a hybrid of contemporary fantasy and science fiction, and they fall in a sub-genre called magical realism. The world in my books should look a lot like the world you live in, but with occasional odd twists. I’m now writing the fifth novel in a collection of six called 46. Ascending.

Tell us a little about your latest or upcoming release.

c3 is my fourth book and it just came out in paperback June 10th. I’m very excited about this one. Each book in this collection details the adventures of a different family member, each of whom has a nearly believable super power. c3 tells the story of the youngest child in the family, a teenager struggling to understand her ability to have out-of-body experiences.

Are you a mom ?

I’m the proud mom of three wonderful children, all in their twenties. In recent years, watching them grow into young adults and find their own passions and places in this world has been fascinating and rewarding.

If yes do you find it hard to juggle writing and parenting?

You’d think that once they were as old as mine, the answer would be “of course not” but the truth is they still interrupt, they still have crises of their own, and concern about them still sometimes clouds my writing time. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I haven’t yet faced what I hear is the ultimate distraction, known as grandkids.

Have you ever based your book or characters on actual events or people from your own life?

Funny you should ask. All three of my children loosely inspired a superhero character in 46. Ascending,  as did my husband. It caused me some grief to have to invent character flaws and various calamities to befall them, but so far they all seem to think it was a cool idea. 

Is there a theme or message in your work that you would like readers to connect to?

There are a few of them. I’m a pretty idealistic writer and I genuinely want my books to make the world a little better. At the core, my books are about how much we humans have in common and how important it is to treat each other with kindness and respect. It’s not a unique or surprising message, but I don’t know a more important one.

Is there a genre(s) that you’d like to write that you haven’t tackled yet?

I’m also a fan of crime fiction, and I see a few whodunits in my future.

If this book is part of a series…what is the next book? Any details you can share?

d4 is the story of the middle child in the family, a prescient young woman in her mid-twenties. I’m almost finished writing it, and the one I’m working on is always my favorite and my “best yet”.

What is in your to read pile?

I can’t read other people’s fiction while I write, so as soon as I finish the sixth book in this collection I plan to dive into my TBR pile and enjoy.  Top of the list right now is China Mieville’s “The City and the City”,  Connie Willis’ “To Say Nothing of the Dog” and Charles Yu’s “How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe”. What can I say? I like quirky speculative fiction.


c3
46. Ascending
Sherrie Cronin

Genre: Fantasy, contemporary, metaphysical

Publisher: Cinnabar Press

ISBN: 9781941283035
ISBN: 9781941283233
ASIN: B00I58T5FU

Number of pages: 405
Word Count: 135,000

Cover Artist: Jennifer FitzGerald

Book Description:

Teddie likes her country music and her old pick-up truck and she's not sure how she let her best friend talk her into spending a semester abroad in Darjeeling India. Once she arrives, her innocence quickly collides with an underworld in which young women are bartered and sold. As she fights to understand a depravity that she never dreamed existed, Teddie finds that her own mind develops a unique ability for locating her friends and that an ancient group is willing to train her to use her innate skills for out of body experiences to save others.

It will require trust in ideas she barely believes, and more courage than has ever been expected of her. When it becomes clear that the alternative may be her friends' deaths and the unchecked growth of an evil crime lord's empire, Teddie accepts the challenge and shows those guilty of unspeakable crimes just how powerful a young woman can be.

Available at Amazon, and out in paperback June 10, 2014.

Note: this is a collection, not a series. The books can be read in any order

About the Author:

Sherrie Roth grew up in Western Kansas thinking that there was no place in the universe more fascinating than outer space. After her mother vetoed astronaut as a career ambition, she went on to study journalism and physics in hopes of becoming a science writer. She published her first science fiction short story long ago, and then waited a lot of tables while she looked for inspiration for the next story. When it finally came, it declared to her that it had to be whole book, nothing less. One night, while digesting this disturbing piece of news, she drank way too many shots of ouzo with her boyfriend. She woke up thirty-one years later demanding to know what was going on.

The boyfriend, who she had apparently long since married, asked her to calm down and explained that in a fit of practicality she had gone back to school and gotten a degree in geophysics and had spent the last 28 years interpreting seismic data in the oil industry. The good news, according to Mr. Cronin, was that she had found it at least mildly entertaining and ridiculously well-paying The bad news was that the two of them had still managed to spend almost all of the money.

Apparently she was now Mrs. Cronin, and the further good news was that they had produced three wonderful children whom they loved dearly, even though to be honest that is where a lot of the money had gone. Even better news was that Mr. Cronin turned out to be a warm-hearted, encouraging sort who was happy to see her awake and ready to write. "It's about time," were his exact words.

Sherrie Cronin discovered that over the ensuing decades Sally Ride had already managed to become the first woman in space and apparently had done a fine job of it. No one, however, had written the book that had been in Sherrie's head for decades. The only problem was, the book informed her sternly that it had now grown into a collection of six books. Sherrie decided that she better start writing it before it got any longer. She's been wide awake ever since, and writing away.

Twitter: @cinnabar01





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Book Hooks with Andrea Cooper Author of Son of Dragons



One thing writers must do is to grab the reader’s attention. Now, it must be the first line hook, or they put the book down. But how do you create that amazing hook?
My advice is to read. Find all the amazing stories that have a hook and see how they did it. Notice, though, that they follow up with the rest of the story. It does no good to have a wonderful hook when the rest of the book not match or contribute to it.

I have gathered my top 10 best hooks by other authors. This list is by no means extensive; there are many more hooks than I have listed here.

Let me know if you like these or if you have ones of your own:

10. "I knew today would be ugly. When you're single-handedly responsible for getting your church, your pastor, and every one of your former friends and their parents sued for millions of dollars, you expect to make some enemies." Evolution, Me, & Other Freaks of Nature by Robin Brande
Ok, so this is two lines. Warning: this novel has what some consider controversial issues like creation versus evolution.

9.  "He went to school to learn how to kill me.” Light Years by Tammar Stein
This book is about terrorism and Muslim culture in Israel.

8.  “I learned two things from my job at IBM: don’t have multiple sclerosis and don’t get mercury poisoning.” Bad Bosses in Corporate America by Sandra Kischuck
 7. A secret’s worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.” ~ The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
 6. “I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other.” ~Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen
Yes, another one that is more than one sentence, but these three short lines let us know immediately about the character/narrator.
 5. “It was dark where she was crouched but the little girl did as she’d been told.” ~ The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton
 4. "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

3. “Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.” Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell


2. "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit."  The Hobbit by J.R. Tolkien
and tied for second place:

          “The trouble with dead people today was they had no sense of decorum.”
          Keys to the Coven by Vicky Lobel

1. These are from the same book, the first one is the Prologue and the second is from Chapter One:

“I am Tersa the Weaver, Tersa the Liar, Tersa the Fool.”

and

“Lucivar Yaslana, the Eyrien half-breed, watched the guards drag the sobbing man to the boat.” Daughter of the Blood (Black Jewels, Book 1) by Anne Bishop


Needless to say, when I read these two lines, I was hooked and read this entire series.


Son of Dragons
Book 2
Legends of Oblivion Series
Andrea Cooper

Book Description:

In a time of false peace, the dead rise as soldiers for the Warloc’s scheme. For thousands of years he has stood ready for the final battle. Though the witch and her cursed Elvin have destroyed his physical body, now with his protégé, he has honed a new way to wage war.

Shunned by her own people and weary-hearted from centuries of lost loves, Elvin warrior Mirhana scours the land to silence the undead. Her heart has turned as cold as the sword she wields, until a prince seeks her aid.

Never has Prince Landon met a woman like Mirhana. Both beautiful and deadly, she haunts his dreams. The battle at hand becomes more enchanting than fighting to remain true to his unseen betrothed.

When a traitor emerges, new alliances are tested and the only remaining hope is to follow the prophecy and find the ... Son of Dragons.

Son of Dragons Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/MF-W60brqL8

Crimson Romance     Amazon      BN     iTunes


Books in the Legends of Oblivion Series

The Garnet Dagger – Book 1

Cursed in Shadow – Book 1.5

Son of Dragons – Book 2
About the Author:

Growing up in Houston, Texas, Andrea has always created characters and stories. But it wasn't until she was in her late twenties that she started writing novels.

What happened that ignited the writing flame in her fingers? Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories. They exaggerate. She thought. Love and Romance are not like that in the real world. Then she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom to three kids (two boys and a girl).

Andrea writes paranormal and historical romance. When not writing or reading, one may find Andrea dancing in Zumba.

She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.



Author Website: www.AndreaRCooper.com




Thursday, June 12, 2014

Guest Blog and Giveaway Dark Summer Dreams by Danube Adele


Fantastical Creatures: The Fun of Paranormal & Fantasy Fiction


I just love fantastic, majestic creatures. Always have. Movies that have these larger than life beasts stuck out for me from an early age. I’ve always had a great sense of imagination, which is why it was easy for me to truly participate in the vicarious thrill that comes from picking up a good book or watching a fantastic movie in one of these genres.

One of my earliest memories was Clash of the Titans, when Perseus got to tame and ride Pegasus, the flying horse. In Star Wars, they rode tomtoms through the artic-like snow. In The Neverending Story, there was a larger-than-life flying dog that looked so soft and cozy. I wanted that to be a real creature so badly. Avatar had those dragons and horses where the blue people could actually, biologically, connect with the animals. And the creatures don’t have to just be pleasant, happy ones to capture my awe. Dune had those hugely impressive worms that came out of the desert floor in protection of the spice mélange. And just yesterday, I was literally startled out of my seat a time or two at the movie theater while watching Edge of Tomorrow when the aliens, the mimics, were on the attack. 

These are the influences that helped me create a new creature in Dark Summer Dreams called a smadan. After freeing an enemy from sure death, Shandria is taken prisoner by the ruggedly hot warrior, Kraggon, and marched to a hidden camp in the forest. We see this new creature in a scene at Kraggon’s camp. It was the ultimate predator in the forest, one that was larger than life, larger than multiple men put together, with claws and fangs. It could walk on two legs or four by simply rotating its shoulders, and could jump and climb as easily as walk. It had the ability to make other predators of the forest into its prey. It was an exciting scene to write, and I enjoyed trying to imagine what my worst nightmare would look like out in the forest.


Thanks so much for spending time with me today. What creatures have stuck with you all these years?




Dark Summer Dreams
Dreamwalkers
Book 2
Danube Adele

Genre: Paranormal Romance, New Adult, Sci-fi, Romance

Publisher: Carina Press

Date of Publication: June 9th

ISBN: 9781426898457
ASIN: B00I15VL5E

Number of pages: 341
Word Count: 137,000

Book Description:

I freed him from imprisonment, only to become his pawn.

I, Shandria Langston, last remaining daughter of the leader of the Sunan, was charged with an impossible task. I had to rescue Kraggon Dragmor—sworn enemy of my people—from the death chamber. If I refused, our world as we know it would be destroyed.

Oh, but was he happy with my sacrifice? No. Instead of being properly appreciative of this selfless act, of being grateful that I tended to him through a deathly illness, the bastard’s kidnapped me. I’m “a symbol of retribution for his people.” The man has no heart.

I have only one advantage in captivity: I can read Kraggon’s thoughts. I know that he can’t afford to admit that I empathize with his people. He can’t afford to admit that I am more beautiful than any woman he’s ever seen, or allow me to fire his blood with every look…and he can’t afford to admit that he’ll do anything to save me, that I’ve become his heart.


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Prologue

Shandry, quit being so damn polite and just give a mad-ass Viking battle cry to the fucking world at large. You need to kick ass and take names. Seriously, it would be totally therapeutic.
A Viking battle cry? I grinned at Taylor Lane, my new, somewhat warped, friend. Would I need to wield a large ax? Maybe do some raiding and pillaging of villages nearby?
Smartass. She said it with affection before turning back to the rock wall she was painting.
Can I see what you’re doing?
Pausing, she gave me a narrow-eyed look and pointed her drippy paintbrush at me. Keep your Picasso-ey self over there. I don’t need a professional looking over my shoulder while I work. Get me all nervous. Make me mess up.
Not even a peek?
Will you give me a mad-ass battle cry right now?
I half snorted my short laugh. Of course not.
Then, no.
Taylor’s dreamwalking visits were always a great time. I never knew where we would end up or what was going to come out of her mouth. Usually, it would be something shocking to my Sunan sensibilities, but I loved it. I needed it. She was completely outrageous without apology. Just being around her made me feel more daring. She represented possibilities, which felt like a lifeline to me at this point. And she was going to be part of the family soon.
One day she’d popped into one of my dreams and said she was my brother’s new hottie, for, like, ever, and in a flash took me to Venice Beach where she said she lived with my brother. Not only was she joining with Ryder, but now she had all these new powers to harness, which allowed her to take us to the Gods’ plane when she visited my dreams. The downside was once I left this plane, I never remembered her until we returned.
I’ve complained about this, of course, but she always says something like, I just do what I’m told, or even better, when she told me she was just being a tool. Somehow, the Gods control what she’s able to do because we haven’t officially met on the human plane. Yet.
No, seriously, Shandry. Get up in people’s faces. Take a stand. Make them your bi-atch. I promise, you’ll be a lot happier. She said this matter-of-factly as she continued to paint the rock wall with a few large, sweeping strokes that looked quite dramatic from where I was sitting. I craned my neck to see if I could catch a peek, but she noticed what I was doing and gave me a stern look, shaking her finger at me.
Well, fine, I grumbled good-naturedly. I didn’t want to see it anyway. But I really did. For some reason.
Why in the worlds wasn’t she going to let me look? I tried to brush it off and focus on the last nonsensical word she’d uttered. Bi-atch. And this was… Nope. Didn’t get it.
Okay, you’ve got me on this one. I shook my head. What does that even mean?
It means you have to demand what you want, when you want it and put your foot in someone’s ass when they blow you off. You’re too nice.
How can being too nice be wrong?
You ask that? Really? Look in the mirror. She gave her own unladylike snort as though I were being obtuse.
First of all, I have no mirrors, and second, that makes no sense.
Taylor gave me a knowing look. It makes perfect sense, and deep down, you totally get what I’m saying. You have too many resentful yeses in you when you need to find some good, coldhearted, queen of the kingdom no’s. When was the last time you got what you wanted?
My sigh held exasperation.
The lighthearted feeling I counted on with Taylor, the sense of fun and adventure, began fading around the edges. It was turning into something more serious and real. If I’d wanted real, I’d be awake. Real life needed to remain in reality, not follow me into my dreams.
Forcing a smile and a light tone, I tried to get this little interlude back on track. Everything’s great. My art is coming along. I’m doing the best work I’ve ever done. I’m trying new mediums. There was this block of marble that—
She shook her head, already smacking my words down.
You’re alone living in the middle of nowhere. You have no friends. You don’t get to meet anyone. You talk to no one other than your little animal buddies and Dreya. Don’t get me wrong, I love your grandmother to death. She’s a lovely woman, but you’re too young to let your family limit your interactions to a woman in her seventies. I bet you’ve never even thought about what kind of guy you’d like to meet! As she hammered each point home, my smile fell by degrees until I was frowning.
That’s just not true. But it was. The familiar burn of resentment slapped at me, and as always, I did my best to tamp it down. There was no way to fix my situation, but it was getting harder to accept.
I wanted more. My life had felt flat and colorless for a long time. Nothing ever changed.
Images of experiences I desperately wanted fluttered rapidly through my mind like I was thumbing a well-loved book: the warmth of spontaneous laughter with good friends; shopping with a confident, carefree spring to my step while not having to look over my shoulder in fear; travel to new and exotic places, and the heart-pounding excitement of romance. Meeting someone. A first kiss. What kind of guy would I like?
I thought of Sixteen Candles and Jake Ryan, when the theme music plays in the background and he’s standing there just waiting for Samantha at the end of the movie. That one still had the power to make my heart ache for what wasn’t happening in my life.
There were so many things I didn’t understand. Too innocent. Too unknowing. Wasn’t twenty-five too old to have so much to learn? At some point, innocent became flat out ignorant. And the years were now ticking by. Before long, I’d be twenty-six, then twenty-seven. What about my life?
I’d seen pictures and books and movies that Ryder brought me from Earth. Taylor had taken me places during our dreamwalking dates.
But what I craved more than anything was for my life to have meaning. I needed a place to belong. Who counted on me for anything of importance? Who needed my opinion on important matters? No one. Who needed me for any kind of responsibility? Who counted on me to get things done that affected others in serious ways? No one. Did I do anything of significance that was crucial to anyone else? Not at all. No responsibility for my own life. I may as well still be a child.
You’re missing out on some important life experiences, Shandry.
Didn’t I know it?
I forced my smile back in place and tried to ignore the burn of frustration over what I couldn’t control and repeated to her what I’d repeated to myself, over and over, using a light tone as though that would make it more convincing somehow. I think you’re exaggerating. Everything is great. I really like being on my own, in my own place. There’s no one else I need to worry about or check in with, I go for long walks in the forest, and I work in my garden. I help my grandmother harvest her sele` flower crop in the fall, and it’s kind of funny, but part of the reason my art is selling in the market place is because I’m so reclusive and mysterious. It’s beautiful. Certainly. I’ve worked hard. Incredibly hard. It’s taken me years to reach the level of mastery that I’m at, but my art is also the only evidence of my existence. Who knew that would help? I couldn’t be busier or more fulfilled. Orders are coming to me from all over the nation through the encrypted messaging system, the EMS, Ryder set up for me. Too much to do. I don’t have time for anything else in my life. I’m very content.
As I actually said these words outside my own head, even I could say it sounded like blah, blah-blah, blah-blah—a bunch of excuses. But it wasn’t. Not really. It was survival.
Taylor threw me a frown. You are a fraud. Being introverted is a natural state of being for some people. It’s a front for you. It’s fake. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. You need to find you.
I huffed a sigh, negating what she was saying. She didn’t understand. I couldn’t let myself go there. You don’t get it, Taylor. It doesn’t even matter. You know what’s important? I’m right here. I’m happy, healthy and safe. I’m lucky to live in the middle of a beautiful place. Have you been to the Blue Sage Forest? It’s gorgeous. What can I really complain about?
Shandry—
Taylor, I’m a target. Our enemies want me dead, and I still managed to carve out my own space in this blasted world. I practically had to give a blood oath and install all kinds of security measures to move, but that’s part of the price. Did you know that when I was a kid, there were attempts on my life? The fear of those moments was still fresh, and my heart skipped, remembering. I took a breath to calm it. My isolation keeps me and others safe. I have to stay out here, Taylor. There are no other options.
Besides, I’d asked my father if I could go to Earth last year, and he hadn’t let a second go by before stating in his no-nonsense voice that it would be impossible to keep me safe there. When would the threat be over?
Tamp tamp tamp. Tamp it down. There’s nothing you can do. Don’t drive yourself insane. I watched the movement of her paint strokes, which was kind of soothing and let me catch my breath. I didn’t want to get mad at Taylor over this stupid stuff. She didn’t deserve that from me.
There are always options, Taylor finally offered cryptically and resumed painting. She must have noted the tension in my voice because she gave me a moment before adding, My friend, you have got to find your inner badass bitch-on-wheels.
We’re not all made like you, Tay. I tried to say it teasingly, recapture the lightness of spirit we’d started with, but my smile was having a hard time coming back. You are one of a kind. And she was. Cute and strong and sure of herself, she was fearless when it came to speaking her mind. I envied her that.
Compliments will not distract me today. Wasn’t it Emerson that talked about giving a barbaric yawp over the mountaintop or something like that? She looked up thoughtfully, thinking hard on it. This was in Dead Poet Society. Made him yawp in class. Very cool. I loved that movie. Why can’t I remember? But anyway, you seriously need an attitudinal adjustment.
An attitudinal adjustment?
Yup. Attitudinal adjustment. I don’t go dream-hopping for nothing. You need me here, especially seeing as how this is a sensitive issue for you.
I just didn’t want to talk about this anymore. Why couldn’t that be okay with everybody? I need an attitudinal adjustment? You need an attitudinal adjustment. You won’t even let me see what you’re painting.
Taylor gave me a curious look. Why do you even need to see it?
That gave me pause. I don’t know. I guess I don’t. But the painting was…calling to me? Reaching out to me? So dumb. I was definitely not going to say this out loud. What I need is some fun, Tay. What nasty medicine did you have to take today?
Truth serum.
I rolled my eyes and snarked, And it was Walt Whitman, not Emerson.
Wow. She threw a quick, face-splitting grin at me. Love the attitude.
I was being awful. I never talked this way, ever, and this was Taylor… Sorry. I’m not usually—
I mean it! You need attitude in this life. Bring it!
I took a deep breath, wondering why nothing made sense anymore. There was no reason for me to be resentful. There really wasn’t. What good was attitude going to do for me?
Taylor saluted me with her paintbrush. Okay. I stand corrected. Whitman said it. Whatever. Some dead white guy said it, and the message is still valid.
Okay. Fine. Whatever. I didn’t want to talk about this stuff anymore. Where are we now? Is this place on Earth?
A strong breeze whipped the end of my auburn ponytail across my face, and I tilted my head back to enjoy the feel of the sun, needing a balm for my spirit. Usually I would have had to worry about exposure, having the blasted redhead’s everlasting curse of pale skin, but in this place, the Gods’ plane, nothing could hurt me.
You brought me here, Taylor said succinctly as she concentrated on her painting once again, which had me scowling. She was being so difficult. It was just a painting. I took a deep breath, trying to refocus on the conversation, though my eyes felt like they were being dragged to what she was doing. Then her words caught me.
I brought us here? I looked around with some confusion, about to deny it, but then paused. It somehow was connected to me. I sensed it.
Someone did. I don’t know. I just know I didn’t. The Gods don’t always tell me what’s happening. I think I should lodge a complaint with management. I had to give it to her. Taylor was handling being an instrument of the Gods better than I would if I was only being handed bits and scraps of information. My grandmother suffered from the same problem. It meant anything could happen. There were no rules. Clearly.
Normally I wouldn’t have been able to bring anyone to a place I hadn’t seen, yet here we were. It was a picturesque valley and we sat at the mouth of it, against the rocky slope. I wondered if this was all a figment of one of our imaginations (I hoped not) or if it was truly a place within the Sunan nation.
Romantic, rocky crags jutted up behind us. Tall green grasses with yellow clover flowers swayed with the faint breeze in the valley before us, and the clear, blue sky blanketed us with sweet smelling air above us.
To actually visit here would be grand, but I knew I never would, which frustrated me more than usual in this moment since Taylor had decided it would be a fabulous idea to start picking at my scabs, so to speak. I couldn’t just be normal and make my own decisions about things, now could I? It was all about keeping me safe. If I was even considering doing something out of my norm, all kinds of people would up and protest.
But…there was cause.
As usual, any hints of anger or resentment that cropped up I immediately smothered. Didn’t need to start that fire burning.
Tamp, tamp, tamp. Things were as good as I could make them.
What good would it do to feel frustrated? It only sapped energy from me, and there was no one around who would actually listen to a complaint. My father had wanted to protect me. I was lucky to have been able to live with my grandmother. When I felt old enough to need to be on my own, I’d made it happen. It was the one time I’d argued for my own life, and though it had cost me in some ways, I got what I wanted. My little home was far away on the outskirts, just beyond where our civilization claimed borders, in a secret place, but still close to Dreya. At least it wasn’t underground. There was no way I could ever return to living underground, which my father had initially tried to make me do.
See? It was all for the better. There was nowhere else I could handle going anyway. There wasn’t another place I belonged…more. The frustration began to ease. I was able to take a deep breath of fresh air.
Are we talking about Shandry? Asily gave me an artful smile as she suddenly appeared on a rock near mine. I heard you guys talking about shouting off the mountain top or something like that.
Where have you been? I’ve been trying to lecture your sister on some serious shit, and you just up and left.
Didn’t you see that little curly-haired toddler running? He asked me to chase him. Very cute. I lost him in the crowd.
Nope. Didn’t see anything, I replied with a quick look around. Asily, there’s no one here.
Of course there is! Asily laughed. Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t here. It’s actually very busy here. Can’t you feel them?
Taylor was impatient. I feel lots of things.
I don’t, I groused a bit sourly.
Asily’s tone was more of an understatement that lost its lightness. Well, trust me. There’s a lot happening here these days.
I was ready to tell them both they needed help, but realized that I was feeling a thread of something. I didn’t know what it was.  
Taylor gave an as-I-was-saying look and continued, I was telling her to be more like a Viking and roar out her pissed-offness.
I thought we were done with this, I grumbled.
Who? Shandry? Asily laughed outright, which made me scowl at her. Shandry doesn’t have it in her to say boo at a mouse. In fact, she’d probably befriend it, start feeding it, and help it name its children. She doesn’t have a rude bone in her body. She’d never be able to shout off a mountaintop. Shandry’s always been the good one in the family.
Gods bless it. That familiar twinge of resentment—ah, there it was—that I was trying to get rid of pinched at me once again, hearing the certainty in my sister’s voice. I had the sudden urge to shove her off her rock. I could be rude. I could be barbaric if I wanted to. I could yawp.
Besides, I usually communicated with birds and squirrels, not mice.
You are so wrong, Asily. She’s hiding out. I’m telling you. She’s playing possum or something. This isn’t who she really is, and I can’t wait to see the real Shandry stop denying herself and finally step forward to demand the life she really wants.
You two are crazy, I said lightly, to sort of put the lid on the discussion, but Taylor just had so much to say. Bless the spirits.
Not even. You, Shandry-girl, are spiritually clogged like nobody’s business. I know I sound all hippy-love-child fruity when I say this, but I can totally feel your energy. You, girlfriend, have some deeply seated emotional issues. Trust me. If there’s one thing I know about, it’s deep, emotional issues. Am I right, Asily?
Taylor paused in her work to look questioningly over at my sister.
Yes, you are right. You have deep emotional issues, Asily repeated dutifully.
Taylor smirked. You’re a funny girl, Asily. I like that about you. But really, back a girlfriend up, here. Can’t you feel it? Shandry needs to just let it all go. Let it all hang out. She absolutely needs an attitudinal adjustment before she completely blows her lid.
Tay, I don’t have the same gifts you have, Asily responded with a shrug. I can’t see the same things you see. As far as I can see, she’s just perfect. Her dark blue eyes contrasted dramatically with her blue-black hair. Glancing at me mischievously, she winked. She’d always been so striking, just like our brother, Ryder, and our father. I’d taken after our mother, who had milky skin and red hair. My eyes seemed to be my own. The palest blue.
This is good counseling, Taylor groused as she continued her work. People usually have to pay good money for this. No kidding. So anyway, let’s not lose the point here. The point of this lecture is to help Shandry recognize that she is beautiful and talented and has a lot to offer the world. Maybe there was a time when you needed to hide, but that time is gone.
I wished.
But she doesn’t even like being around people, Asily offered. She only likes doing her art.
Says who? Since when did I actually get the choice?
I’m not buying it. Taylor turned to me again. We need to think of a way to let you open up more. It would be good for you.
I gave an I-have-no-idea kind of shrug. At this point, I didn’t know what she was talking about.
Taylor turned back to us with this sudden, huge smile. Okay. I have an idea. I dare you to yell “cocksucker.” And you can’t say it quickly or quietly. You have to say it with gusto and mean it.
I’m not going to do that, I gasped, which had Asily grinning, which again, really bugged me for some reason. She was seriously close to getting that proverbial foot placed somewhere on her anatomy, just as Taylor suggested. Big sisters could seriously be pains.
Watch. I’ll do it first. Taylor balled up her paint-brush-free hand into a fist for added support, took a deep breath and yelled as loudly as she could, Cocksucker! She made it echo three times down the valley and laughed with delight. See? From the diaphragm. Trust me! It’s absolutely freeing.
I can’t say that. I shook my head with amused horror, though really, there was secret, sneaky part of me that was intrigued. Considering. Wouldn’t it be nice to show everyone, including my sister, there was more to me than just the good girl who did what she was told? I was tired of feeling so innocent and unknowing. I wanted to wipe that smile off Asily’s face.
So many different combinations, it boggles the mind. Okay. Try this one, then. Fucking asshole. Or goddamn motherfucking asshole. Please? Pretty please?
No. Dual feelings of humor and horror battled for precedence on my face.
Part of me is just dying to hear this phrase coming from your mouth.
But why?
You’re just so innocent. You’re like this cute doll I had when I was a little girl. I swear. Her smile broadened. It feels like I’m corrupting Pollyanna.
I could probably use some corruption. I’d spent too much time alone. Maybe Taylor was right. Something needed to change before I started going insane.
I’m not even kidding, Shandry. You want to see a girl fall on the floor? Come up to me and tell me I’m a mother-fucking-cocksucking asshole, and I will be L-M-A-O, you hear me? It would be so Linda Blair from The Exorcist.
I’d scared myself silly with that movie. My brother got me hooked on Earth’s entertainment out of some misplaced sense of guilt that he was somehow responsible for me being exiled. The problem was, he only brought me PG, or at the most, PG-13 rated movies, but I soon moved on to a few of the R without letting him know. I found a means of pirating—yes, I said it!— movies that I thought would be more interesting, not that I didn’t love The Lion King. Of course, this led to many more questions that I had no answers for. And probably a few nightmares as well…
Taylor wasn’t finished being funny.
She gave me an arch look.
You know, there are other ways of letting off steam, and trust me, you have some steam to let off. Ever heard of porn?
Porn? I frowned, shaking my head. I hadn’t heard the word before.
Yeah, porn. Video images of people having loud, raunchy sex.
Tay-lor! I gasped my surprise and felt my cheeks get hot. At the same time, I wondered if people were really having sex in a video or if it was, like, faked… I shut the thought down quickly. Was it wrong to be so intrigued? My desire to ask her questions about sex battled the natural Sunan reserve I’d grown up with.
Disappointingly, I let my conservatism win out and gave her a good, miss-ish frown. I wasn’t ready yet. Just wasn’t ready to be so open with my curiosity.
Really, Shandry! It’s very educational. Seriously. A good “O” can work wonders, let me tell you.
Taylor—
I’m not trying to get up in your business or anything, I’m just saying…Taylor flung some paint at me playfully from her brush.
I shielded my face. I can’t believe you’re talking about this.
You won’t remember anyway.
I always end up remembering something of what we talked about even if I don’t remember you! It somehow ends up working its way into my life—
Taylor looked like she’d just had a Eureka! moment. Well, shit. If that’s the case, I’m going to say you have to know your body. Go exploring. I’m not even kidding. Get naked, think of a hot guy, and see what happens next.
Geez, Taylor. I am not going to have this conversation with you. I won’t. Go exploring? What did that mean? Touch myself? My mind secretly latched on to this. I was sure Taylor would answer any question I put to her, but I was too embarrassed to ask. So, I kept my mouth shut.
Okay, okay. But someone needs to have this conversation with you. It’s time you learned about the birds and the bees.
Asily suddenly narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the painting. A little more shadow on the left.
I’m getting there, I’m getting there, Taylor grumbled good-naturedly, reluctantly turning her attention back to her painting on the rock wall. She got to work with a vengeance, then. Adding daubs here and there. Going back to outline this part or that part to make it darker, clarify lines and shapes.
Don’t be a perfectionist, Asily complained.
Don’t be a backseat driver, Taylor replied without heat, though she was looking up at the wall questioningly.
What in the worlds are you painting? I needed to know.
Truthfully, I’m not sure yet. Taylor looked up at her wall with uncertainty. I just work here, you know, and do as I’m told.
Bless the spirits, Taylor. You’re just standing too close to it. Back up and take a look. And then get out of the way so we can all see. Asily suddenly hopped off her boulder and joined Taylor some distance away, looking at the image with her head cocked consideringly.
Is he anyone you know? Taylor asked Asily.
No. No one I know. Shandry? Asily beckoned me over.
Finally! I jumped off my rock, and a few quick steps had me standing next to the two of them. I got my first full glance at the larger-than-life face Taylor had painted on the wall and felt my heart stutter wildly in my chest.
He was beautiful. Striking. Strong, square jaw, full lips and an arresting pair of deep, soulful eyes that seemed to be looking just at me. Whispering to me. Reaching out to me. It was like he was there, somehow. The heat of his energy reached out to mine with provocative tendrils wrapping around me, pulling me in, beginning to warm me from the inside. With some fear, I wondered what was going on. I suddenly felt the need to catch my breath and still my madly pumping heart. I tried to pull back, strengthen my mental shield against him and breathe normally again.
I—I don’t know him, I stuttered quietly, calmly, though my face was definitely heating up yet again. I wondered if Asily or Taylor knew what had just happened.
Well, he’s a totally hot guy, Taylor offered. If I weren’t completely over the top for your brother, I’d be getting me some of that. Believe you me.
Embarrassment complete.
She knew. The heat to my cheeks only increased, radiating like a beacon.
You don’t need to be embarrassed, Shandry. Taylor frowned at me. You’re a healthy, twenty-five-year-old woman who’s alone out in the boondocks.
That’s silly, I protested, my voice sharper than usual. I’m perfectly content with my life.
This time I agree with Taylor, Asily said quietly, her young face looking wiser
than her years as she studied my expression. You’ve put your life on hold long enough. It’s time.
Time for what? I asked hesitantly, afraid I knew the answer.
Time for you to wake up.



About the Author:

Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain.

Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took.

Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives in Claremont with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.

Her debut novel, Quicksilver Dreams, Book 1 of the Dreamwalker series, was released January 6, 2014, and Dreams of a Dark Summer, Book 2 of the Dreamwalker series, is set for release June 9, 2014. She’s currently working the next book in the Dreamwalker series, which is set to come out in December, 2014.




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