Sunday, January 19, 2014

Please Join me on release day for...

Title: Restroom
Author: Paul Levas
Length: Approx. 11 pages
Genre: Horror
Publisher: Wolf Paw Publications
Cover Reveal Date: January 20, 2014
Expected Release Date: January 31, 2014
Reveal Organizer: Wolf Paw Blog Tours

Randy’s brother has a bladder infection. He has for years. Kyle has been laughed at, wet the bed, even wet himself in a normal day’s walk, but when his mother, Shelly, decides to take Randy and Kyle to the carnival, Kyle has hope that he won’t have a bladder issue today, because today is just to good to be bad…until Kyle feels that he has to go. Randy rushes him over to the porta-potty, yet once he enters ,his life issue is the last thing he will ever have to worry about.

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Paul Levas was born and grew up in Antioch, IL, but has lived in Phoenix, AZ, for the past twenty years. He is a writer specializing in the horror genre, and cites Stephen King as his major influences. He has six short stories published: The Shed, The Hungry Woods, The Blog of Kevin Hickey, Tracy's Day Out (Novelette), Sweet Temptation, and Shadows. He is also included in the anthology titled Grave Robbers, and Pavor Nocturnus Magazine | Horror Quarterly, which is publishing Shadows in their vol 2 Magazine out January 2014. He is currently at work on a novel and A few short stories.

Until then,
Thanks as always for stopping by.
Margaret Taylor

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Please join me for the Emblem of Eternity Spotlight...

Eternal Starling
Book 1
A love so strong, even eternity can’t separate them.

Evie Starling has lived a relatively uneventful life hanging out with friends, gossiping about boys, and driving her 1966 Mustang. All of that changes when she moves to Gunnison, Colorado, to start college and meets two mysterious men.

For centuries, Alex Night and Emil Stone have yearned for Evie—but they each have their own reasons for wanting to be with her. When both men claim to be her soul mate and tell her about an unbelievable past, Evie learns that she’s not the person she thought she was. Soon, Evie finds herself in the middle of an age-old battle between the Amaranthine Society—the soul protectors, and the Daevos Resistance—the soul destroyers. With a past she doesn’t understand, and a future rife with danger, Evie has to decide who she can trust. But Alex and Emil aren’t the only ones who want Evie, and her soul is about to become the rope in an eternal tug-of-war.

Eternal Echoes
Book 2
She thought she stopped the evil.

She thought she was safe.

Everything she thought was wrong.

Almost four months have passed since Evie Starling learned she was a Tracker and helped defeat a Daevos Clan that was taking others like her—but that wasn’t the end of the abductions. As an unknown evil emerges, Evie vows to help solve the mystery of the missing Trackers, regardless of the risk.

With new powers she doesn’t understand and can’t control, she turns to Alex and Emil, her two soul mates, for help. But her feelings for them both are tearing her apart.

As the world around her is thrown into chaos, Evie is confronted with what could be a destiny-altering truth. Will she accept her history, her memories, and her role in this life, or choose to ignore the echoes of her past?

Eternal Echoes Excerpt by Angela Corbett
(Emblem of Eternity trilogy, Book 2)

I took a deep breath as I came out of the memory. I was getting better at keeping my flashback reaction less noticeable, but I still steadied myself against the gate. Alex noticed. “Are you okay?” he asked.
            I nodded, my breath less ragged. “I’m fine.”
            “Are you sure?” He came over and stood behind me, a commanding presence. His hands were a gentle weight on my arms as he turned me toward him. At first, he seemed to be looking for signs of distress, but as our eyes caught and held, I knew his thoughts were in other places, and mine were headed there, too. His hand slipped feather-light over my arms and down until they rested above my hips.
            Like I was having some sort of out-of-body experience, I watched as my hand went up to his face, tracing the line of his jaw. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said in a very unconvincing way.
It wasn’t that I didn’t mean what I said. I did. And I still had enough blood flowing to my brain to vocalize it. But I was having a hard time convincing my rational side I shouldn’t be making out with Alex. Especially when my rational side was practically screaming that I’d kissed Emil last night and to be fair, I should also make out with Alex. My rational side told me I wouldn’t want a double-standard. My rational side had lost its mind.
            “Why?” Alex asked, inching slowly closer, his eyes dark in a way that made my legs feel like pudding.
            There were so many possible answers to that question, with reasonable arguments why we shouldn’t proceed, that I wasn’t sure which to choose. I started with, “What if the bracelet doesn’t work?”
            Alex glanced down at my bracelet, giving a very slow smile I could only describe as predatory before eying me like he was preparing for an attack. Apparently a couple of centuries of sexual frustration will do that to you.
“It will,” he answered, still moving toward me.
            “How can you be sure?”
            Alex’s mouth curved slightly in a smile part rapacious, part entertained. “I’ve been waiting a long time for a relationship with you, Evie. And for everything that comes with it. I wouldn’t have given you the bracelet if I wasn’t sure it would work. I gave it to you because I intend to put it to use.”
            Sheesh! Judging by his dark, focused gaze, I knew he wasn’t kidding.
            “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” I shook my head, like that would emphasize my argument and stop his sultry advances. It didn’t.
His arms went around me tight, pulling me to him. My chest crushed into his, the hard planes of his stomach obvious even through our clothes. He stared down at me, not loosening his embrace. My breath was shallow as I stared back, wondering how long it would be until we both lost all common sense. He moved his lips over my cheeks, the soft skin brushing wispy strokes over my face. When he got to my ear, he took the soft pad in his lips and nipped lightly, then whispered one word. “Why?”
Why? Why what? Had there been a question? I fumbled around in my head for what we’d been talking about. Oh. That’s right. Bad idea. This is a bad idea. Why is it still a bad idea? What was my list again? I did more fumbling and found one. “What about Emil?”
I felt Alex tense, his shoulders becoming taut under his shirt. “He’s not invited to this conversation.”
Geez! Alex had always been overbearing, but apparently when it came to sex, he was not only overbearing, but alarmingly primitive. Again, I attributed the aggression to decades of pent up frustration.
“Don’t you think he’ll be pissed?”
Alex kept kissing down my neck, and I moaned. His hands moved around to my stomach, unzipping my coat. He quickly discarded it on the ground.
“We all agreed to the rules,” Alex said, his hands moving lightly under my sweater, inching it up ever so slightly. I’d never been addicted to anything, but imagined this was how addiction started. A little at a time. Alex pulled my sweater over my head, then kept kissing back up my neck and along my jawline. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”
I looked at where our hands were, and the clothes slowly making their way to the ground. We were about to be doing things that were wrong in a very good way. “I guess it depends on your definition. Emil would think this is seriously wrong.”
The muscles at Alex’s jaw ticked, his eyes glittering with a combination of passion and anger. “I told you,” he said, moving swiftly, one arm sliding under my thighs, the other around my back. He lifted me, cradling me in his arms, and walked down the row of stalls to an empty stall at the end of the barn. Fresh hay was scattered in large mounds, creating a soft bed on the ground—albeit a scratchy one, but better than the dirt floor. He laid me down gently in the hay then straddled me, the years of want and need, written across his face. “We’re not talking about him.” With that, he was on top of me, the kiss aggressive. I could feel my soulmark burning, and my bracelet seemed to be giving off heat as well. If this kept up, I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole barn burst into flames.

Angela Corbett graduated from Westminster College with a double major in communication and sociology. She started working as a reporter when she was sixteen and won awards for feature, news, and editorial writing. She has also done freelance writing. In addition to writing, she works as a director of communications and marketing. She loves classic cars, traveling, cupcakes, and U2. She lives in Utah with her extremely supportive husband and their five-pound Pomeranian, Pippin, whose following of fangirls could rival Justin Bieber's.

She writes YA/NA titles under the name Angela Corbett, and adult titles under the name Destiny Ford.

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Monday, January 13, 2014

Time to Vote Folks...

Ok, I apologize for being late on this but I got the Flu on Friday and have been down, feeling like death warmed over on an unsalted saltine cracker ever since!

But, that doesn't excuse my duties as new mommy...

Anyway, just a few moments ago I wrote down all the names that had been submitted in the previous post and one by one called them out toward the new puppy.

She responded the most to:

Snow Storm (Snow for short)

Natasha (Tasha for short)

Godiva (nothing to shorten it to)


Her Exulted High Ladyship Lucky of the Silver Way (Lucky for short)

Now, personally, I'm partial to Her Exulted High Ladyship, but I'm weird like that.

But, I will let the people speak. So, post in a comment below your choice from among the three.

And because I'm late and still not feeling at all like myself, I'm going to leave this open until Wednesday at 8 pm CST to give everyone a chance to have their say.

The little one is anxiously awaiting her name folks. So, speak out, comment, share and make your voice heard!!!!

Until Wednesday.

Thanks as always for stopping by.


PS: Don't forget about all the cool prizes to be had. You'll find them in this post here:

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Ok, Need Some Help...AGAIN!

So, some of you heard me talking about this on Facebook, but last Saturday I went out to get something to eat. I decided I was craving Long John Silvers (Hey, hey now, don't judge me! I like their Chicken!)

Anyway, as I drove into the restaurant, I noticed a crowd had gathered in the parking lot. Curiosity piqued and hunger temporarily forgotten, I moved over to where everyone was and found...low and behold, four, adorable little puppies!

Apparently, some douche (please excuse the language there!) had driven up to the dumpster, gotten out of his car, set a box down, got back in his car and drove away without a second glance. A bit later one of the employees was taking out some trash and heard some whimpering mewlings coming from said box and investigated.

Now, by the time I arrived, Animal Control had already been called and a few minutes after I got there, an officer showed up. He informed the crowd cooing and awwwing over the wee darlin's that he could take them, but they would go to the Emergency Vet Clinic because our local shelter was currently not taking new animals. They would be held for 12 hours and if no one claimed them - because the Clinic is not a long term facility - they would be put down.

Needless to say, the crowd looked at one another and collectively said, "Oh hell nah!"

So, I have a new family member...

May I present, the currently unnamed little wee one...

TA-DA!!!!! (Sorry it's not a very good picture, but she's black with white markings and bow-legged in the back - which is super, duper cute!)
Now, according to a vet friend of mine, she is an eight-week old, Half Pit/Half Labrador. She is one of a four sisters, two of which went with other customers and the last went with one of the employees.
And, as you know, since I'm horrible with names, here's the dealio...
I'm going to run a contest until Saturday, January 11 at Midnight EST.  From now until then, please post what you think this little girl should be named in a comment below. On Saturday, I'll pick the three best names and post them here to be voted on. On Monday, the top vote getter (I'll tell you how to vote in the next post) will be chosen and thus the puppy will be happy!  (She's happy right now, and so is her suddenly loving big brother, Sir Bandit Maximillian Roo, The Gunny of Paradoxes! But, I can't keep calling her "Puppers" or "Little Girl" or "Hey You" or "Come mere".)
Anyway, here's what you can win.
The name with the highest votes on Monday will get the following:
1. Obviously, the puppy's forever gratitude, especially if it's a really, super, duper, cool name!

2. eBook copies of A First Love Never Dies *and* Saving His Love, Books 1 & 2 of the Spi-Corp Series. (And if you've read/have those, thank you! but I'll give you two choices from my back list in that case.)

3. A character named with your choice of puppy names in Book 4 of the Spi-Corp Series. (This is EJ's book and there are some very cute animals in it that need names!)

and finally,

4. Just because I'm cool like this, I'm gonna throw in a $10 GC to Amazon or B&N, your choice. 

But, to me that's just a bonus. Isn't it infinitely cooler to have a puppy's undying gratitude, and that your choice of names will be a character in a book?

I'm just sayin'...

So, with that, I'll leave you now to think up some really cool names.  Please, don't go with the standard though.  I'm Pagan so the weirder the better as evidenced by Roo's full name!  Get me?

And to start things off, we already have a potential...

My loving Cousin, Jana Bramble, suggested Godiva (after the chocolate, but she doesn't have the coloring for it and she's not quite that much of a Diva, though she is getting there!)

If you like that name though, feel free to say so below.

Until Sunday,

Thanks, as always for stopping by.

Margaret Taylor.