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Thursday, September 12, 2019

The Date is Set!

It's been a long time coming. What am I talking about? A new series I've been working on for years. Literally. The name of the series, Traxx, and I'd like to introduce you to the world of Traxx amd tell you that Book 1 in the series will be published in Early December! I'm so excited to share this phenomenal story with you. You might find Traxx to be a cautionary tale of what happens when desperation leads us take whatever leadership is presented to us. You might find that you love the way the citizen live on the Traxx system and you wish we could live like them.

In the next few weeks, I'll be introducing the characters, and stories that will bring into the world of Traxx, and give you a peek into the lives of Jetta Banks and Montana Tanner, two people brought together that will change the course of the history in the country of Aritrea. For now, here is a symbol that represents a major change in the way people lived in Aritrea. Try and guess what you think it means.

Stay much more is coming. Until then, I hope you all are doing well. I love my readers!

Monday, August 26, 2019

An occasional book review

Hi all! Every once in awhile if I read a book that impresses me, I'll post a book review. The author community is full of the nicest people and we love to help each other out. But I only write a review if I feel like the work is professional and can be enjoyed by other people. And your are up for a little sweet romance, I have a book you might like.

So on to that book review. If you are a fan of Regency Romance I'd like to tell you about. Sally Britton. Her book was called Discovering Grace. 

 Such a pretty cover! This is a story of twin sisters who are quite different from one another. One is brash and prefers adventure and drama while is the other is content with a quiet life and prefers to work in the back ground. Through a series of events, the sister who loves nothing more than being home in her comfortable surroundings is commanded by her father to go on a year long voyage overseas with some family friends. While the one who yearns for adventure is forced to stay home in their sleepy but close-knit community. In defiance, the girls decide to trick their father and switch places. Once the adventurous twin is gone, the setting is perfect for Grace(the quiet one) to discover many things about herself while acting like her sister. And most importantly, the timing is right for a love that never could've happened while her sister Hope was living at home. The pacing on this story felt just right, and the romance had gentle build up until each character saw things as they should be. This was my first time reading Ms. Britton's work and I was impressed with the professionalism of her writing and her ability to paint  a picture with words. If you enjoy a good romance, you might enjoy Discovering Grace. Apparently, there is also a second book in the series about her sisters adventures overseas. I'll have to get my hands on that one:) 

As for me...back to writing. I'm working hard on the second book in my Kiss Series. Book 1, Five Days Five Kisses has been doing really well. 

Now that Nikola's story is published. It's time to tell the world about Liberty and her accidental brush with love. Book 2, Five Kisses One Problem, coming right up. Well as soon as I can anyway. 

I hope you all have a great week. Tell someone they are love today. They might need it<3

Spinner of Tales

Monday, August 5, 2019

I am not dead (in case you wondered why I haven't written in so long)

Life has a way of getting away from us. Blogs are no different. Honestly, I don't like writing on my blog just to stay in your face. I want to say something that matters, at least to me. And for the last, well, at least year, I haven't been putting my energy into writing.

Oh don't misunderstand. I love to write and am planning on publishing this year(More to come about that later), but from June of last year to June of this year, my time was consumed with something entirely different.

You see, as part of my faith, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day saints, we all take turns sharing responsibility for the needs of our congregation. Some jobs, or callings as we refer to them in the church, are relatively small and not as time consuming. Others, like the calling I was given last year, was lots of responsibility and time. Basically, I was responsible to care for and know the needs of all the women in my congregation. This job is called being the Relief Society President, and it was a remarkable, and really tough experience. In fact, I wrote down many of my experiences in a book I'm calling of Succulents and Sisters. Typically, I don't write about religious content, but it was such a unique experience that I wanted to record the stories. Also, I learned to love, love, love growing succulents.

I'm not sure if I will ever publish the book, but wanted to share with you, my readers and friends, a peek into the book, so I'm going to publish the first chapter on my blog tonight. Those of you who are of my faith might understand a little more, but those of you who are not but have ever felt overwhelmed by something, will appreciate it too. I'll also throw up some pics of my succulent creations.
And, in my next post, I'll get you guys all caught up on what I'm writing now. Here's the first chapter to Of Succulents and Sisters

Chapter 1 

A Reality Check

 I sit in my dining room looking around. Two large windows and a sliding glass door frame the space painted a soothing shade of pale blue. Lining both windowsills are small black plastic containers, and in the containers, fragile plants grow. Some are as small as a child’s fingernail, while others have grown up a few inches, stretching out toward the light with their thin stems and miniature leaves.  Then, beneath the windowsills low metal shelves are filled to the edges with larger, decorative ceramic containers growing succulents in groups of threes. Some of my favorite containers are tea pots and oversized mugs in blue or red. Each container is unique from the salsa dish to the distressed wooden boat. All from local thrift stores, picked out painstakingly one at a time. Beyond the sliding glass door, I see out onto my covered patio. The Arizona heat licks at the corners of the cement but the sturdy stucco overhang protects more of my handiwork. Succulents. Lots of succulents in containers, clustered on tables and most of all on a set of rolling metal shelves, in rain gutters, capped off and turned planters by my dear husband. I stare, noting that over the course of a year, I’d gathered every variation of succulents that I could get my hands on. Aloe Vera, Jade Plant, Burro’s tail cascading over the edge of a small white pot, and rose-like Echeveria growing next to Hen and Chick plants just to name a few. And beyond the patio, there are a few more succulent creations. Collections I put together just to enjoy out in my yard, tucked under trees and in cooler corners where the hot Arizona sun can’t burn them.  


It’s one of those moments, where you stop long enough to look at your life and see how something so small has grown, flourished… and then taken over. And, in this moment, I pose a question to myself, how did this happen?

The answer was easy. It all started on the night that my Bishop (we’ll call him Bishop X) wanted to drop by.


Now you all know that a Bishop doesn’t just “drop by” especially when your ward has just been split and lots of callings need to be filled. This was the state of my ward, and I knew my Bishop was coming on the Lord’s errand that fateful night. The only mystery was what would he ask me to do? Nursery? That comes with a built-in snack. Primary? Those wild things were always fun to teach. Maybe gospel doctrine? A girl could dream, since it was my favorite calling. No. The Lord had a different plan, and as Bishop sat on the large leather sectional in my family room, explaining his thoughts, I realized things were about to go sideways in my world.

Let me take a second to say that I do not envy the Bishop. He is the messenger and we all know the old saying about the messenger getting shot, or something like that. Either way, Bishop X was in the line of fire.  

So, Bishop X launched into a story about how he’d been to the temple a few months before the ward boundaries had been changed, praying about several callings. At that time, he was not praying about the calling I was about to be extended. As he sat in the reverence of that holy house, he received a clear impression that I was to be called as a Relief Society President. At this point, Bishop X knew a ward split was coming. We all did. We’d completely outgrown our building and new families were moving in every week. With that in mind, it made no sense to change the relief society president, so Bishop X filed away this particular inspiration in whatever place Bishops tuck away things to deal with later. Let me state that while he is telling me this story, his face shows his unmasked surprise at the inspiration he’d received. Wide eyes, body leaning forward, hands open and lifted. I could practically hear his thoughts at the time he was receiving this prompting.
Sister Carling? Are you sure Lord?
After all, Bishop X lived down the street from me. He’d seen me teach gospel doctrine and knew I was a little out of the box in my approach to teaching, and well everything.
Anyway, Bishop X continued his story. After the ward split and new boundaries were drawn, he’d gone back to the temple with another list of names to pray about for the calling of Relief Society President and was told again that I was the person that should be called. Again, he wore a shocked expression.  Shocked didn’t begin to describe my feelings which had whipped themselves into a panicked frenzy in a matter of minutes, and now were rising in my throat like suffocating panic. You see, I’ve dealt with clinical depression since my early thirties which has morphed into some fairly intense anxiety and depression in the last few years. And, in the last six months, I had just gotten it under control. This entailed cutting way back on publishing new books and simplifying my life to a manageable pace. Like so many others, I was learning to live with an ailment that no can see, but in the last few months, I’d found a moment of balance and peace.
Soon the overwhelming emotions reached my eyes and I began to cry, which is unusual for me. I’m not the cry-at-the-drop-of-a- hat-kind-of-girl. There can be an entire room of weeping sisters, and I’d be the one with dry eyes.
At the same time Bishop X’s entire demeanor sagged, and the bewildered look he’d worn earlier turned to a look of uncertainty. My mind was filled with a torrent of chaotic and fearful thoughts. My heart raced and finally, I couldn’t take the overwhelming barrage of emotions anymore.
“Bishop,” I said. “You’re upsetting me. You need to go home.”                                                                                      
My husband, who has been in bishoprics before visibly cringed, probably thinking of our poor Bishop just trying to do his job.

As Bishop X walked to the front door, I trailed behind him.

“You don’t understand.” I said. “I just got my anxiety under control.”

Tears falling.

“I don’t do anything halfway.” I rambled. My husband followed me, so now we look like little ducklings following the leader.   

“I was raised by my father! His idea of d├ęcor was stereo wires pinned to the wall for better reception.”

More tears.  

“I don’t even like most women.”

At the door, Bishop slipped out without me saying the one thing he needed to hear, that I would accept the calling, or not. I’ve envisioned since that time, the Bishop going home and telling his wife that they may need to move because there was a crazy person living on their street. By the next day, I was still wracked with fear, but I mustered my faith and contacted the Bishop. I would do my best, I told him. Mostly, I was thinking that I would try not to break the church by being in a position of so much responsibility, or inadvertently hurt the women by my own ineptitude. As it had been from the moment the Bishop extended the calling, unquenchable tension riddled my body and I began the process of figuring out how I was going to survive what lay ahead.


Friday, June 1, 2018

A New Release!

The Nameless Soldier is book 4 in the Annals of Alasia young adult fantasy series. Haven't read all (or any) of the others? That's okay! The books can be read in any order, and each one can stand on its own.


What do you do when you’re the only survivor?

Nineteen-year-old Tarvic bears the name of a mighty hero from Alasia’s past. However, the young soldier feels anything but heroic when he regains consciousness to find himself the lone survivor of a brutal attack by invaders from the neighboring kingdom. 

Forced to leave his identity behind, Tarvic is thrust into civilian life in the role of protector to three war orphans. When the four of them encounter a mysterious stranger, he must choose between keeping the young girls safe and taking on a mission that could help free his kingdom. Can Tarvic live up to his noble name and find a way to balance his duty and his dreams?

Where to Get a Copy:

Click here to buy the ebook or paperback from Amazon. (The ebook is $2.99 just $0.99 through June 6th!)

Not sure if you'll like the story or not? Take a look at the first chapter and see!

The Nameless Soldier
Chapter One

Tarvic woke to the sound of a distant yell, abruptly silenced. He pushed his blankets aside and sat up, puzzled, but heard only the light patter of rain on the canvas. “What was that?”
Drevel, his roommate in the barracks and tentmate out on campaigns like this, stirred and rolled over. “What?”
“I heard something. Someone shouting.”
“It’s probably just another drill.” But Drevel sat up too, shoving his own blankets away, as Tarvic crawled over and untied the tent flap.
A blast of wintry air and raindrops greeted him as he leaned out, peering across the tent-studded hillside. Clouds hid the moon and stars, and on every side the thick dark of the forest leaned in from the edges of the large clearing. But the telltale flickering light of distant torches sent shadows leaping over tents and across the open spaces between them. Why would someone be using torches out here? Any soldier in camp had easy access to lanterns among the supplies.
Something was wrong. Very wrong. Tarvic pulled back into the tent and yanked on his breeches and jacket.
They both heard the next yell, closer this time, and then the unmistakable clash of swords. Both men snatched up their own swords, jamming their feet into their boots and fumbling for shields. From all around them, shouts of alarm erupted as men in their company woke up.
And then the enemy was upon them. Horses exploded through the camp, trampling tents and the soldiers just crawling out of them. Riders leaned low off their mounts’ backs, swinging swords and waving torches.
Halfway out of his tent, Tarvic threw himself flat on his face to avoid a slash that would probably have decapitated him. He scrambled to his feet, only to be knocked off them again by a blow that he barely caught on his shield.
Light, shadows, horses, blades, rain. Chaos raged through the clearing to the sound of crashing metal, pounding hooves, shouts of challenge and desperation. Tarvic regained his feet and fought as best he could from the ground while enemy riders thundered around him. Dodging and ducking, he aimed for the men’s legs and tried to keep out from under their horses’ hooves. With no idea who he was fighting or why, his only goal to stay alive for the next heartbeat, he dodged and darted through the tumult looking for spots where horses and enemy swords weren’t. All around him, men fought and ran and crumpled to lie as limply as the trampled tents.
Slipping and stumbling in the mud, Tarvic felt a surge of satisfaction as his sword met flesh and an enemy yelled in pain. And then the man wheeled his horse and charged back toward him, and Tarvic turned to flee.
He tripped on something soft that groaned. Pain shot through Tarvic’s wrist as he caught his fall, and only a quick roll saved him from being trampled as the man’s horse cantered over him.
Its rider wheeled again, and Tarvic rose to his knees, barely raising his shield in time to protect his face. The force of the blow threw him backward, jarring his already sore wrist.
Another horse leaped over him, and Tarvic cried out in pain as a hoof struck him on the shoulder. He stumbled to his feet, ducking low to present as small a target as possible, and ran through the melee.
He saw fewer people on foot now, more obstacles in the mud. Was it cowardly to flee from a battle you couldn’t win? Nothing in Tarvic’s eight months in the military had prepared him for this. Not counting occasional minor border skirmishes, the kingdom of Alasia hadn’t seen an actual war in six generations. Besides routine patrols, city peacekeeping, and the frequent drills and training, the military’s primary duties involved escorting merchant wagons through robber-frequented stretches of rural highway and keeping an eye on the sections of coastline where seafaring raiders were known to attack. Tarvic had never fought in a battle that involved more than a handful of opponents at a time, and none of those opponents had been anywhere near this organized — or this deadly.
If we escape, we can regroup somewhere safer and — A hard blow to the back knocked him to the ground again as another horse pounded over him. Giving up all pretense of courage, Tarvic scrambled to his feet once more and fled for the edge of the clearing and the relative safety of the trees beyond. I can’t do anything here. They’re going to slaughter us all!
He was practically there when another rider appeared in front of him, leaning low with sword outstretched. Tarvic almost impaled himself on the blade, raising his shield just in time. He fought back frantically as the man slashed, swinging his weapon again and again. I need my horse! Military training had included nothing about how to fight a mounted enemy from the ground. But Lightning was tethered in the row of makeshift stalls on the far side of the camp, probably prancing restlessly under his blanket and wondering why his rider didn’t come to spur him into battle.
Tarvic didn’t even see the blow that almost killed him. His ears barely registered the thudding of more galloping hooves from behind, nearly drowned out by the rain and the sounds of battle. But the world exploded in light and pain as something struck the back of his head harder than anything had ever hit him before.
He lurched forward, feeling his sword drop from limp fingers. Managing two steps before his legs buckled, he was just conscious enough to recognize the urgent need to crawl. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Or they’ll kill you out here. That was the only thought left in his mind as he pulled himself toward the concealing shadows behind the line of tree trunks. And then even that faded, giving way to darkness.

Want to know what happens to Tarvic? Click here to purchase the book and find out!

About the Author:

Annie Douglass Lima spent most of her childhood in Kenya and later graduated from Biola University in Southern California. She and her husband Floyd currently live in Taiwan, where she teaches fifth grade at Morrison Academy. She has been writing poetry, short stories, and novels since her childhood, and to date has published seventeen books (four YA action and adventure novels, five fantasies, a puppet script, six anthologies of her students’ poetry, and a Bible verse coloring and activity book). Besides writing, her hobbies include reading (especially fantasy and science fiction), scrapbooking, and international travel.

Monday, February 12, 2018

Day 5 A special Valentine's release for you to win.

Happy Valentines Day (tomorrow). I hope your day is going well and that you have love in your life, or a hot book boyfriend. Sometimes those guys are more fun to have around anyway!

Today is the final day of Five  Days of Winning and I have a superfun-perfect-for-Valentine's Day-book for you to win! In fact, the talented Frankie A. Brown is giving away her newly released sweet romance, What Happened to Romance? 

I've read a couple of Ms. Brown's books and loved them and this one looks just as adorable!

If you read the back of the book you'd find this blurb:

For Mallory McKay, romance is dead, and it all started with a bad breakup that landed her in an anger management course. It figures that the heartthrob she ran into coming out of her class is her new colleague at work. If things aren’t awkward enough, the two must now work together to decorate for a charity Valentine ball. Max Collins’ life is full with a new job and a demanding recovering alcoholic mother. Despite his hectic schedule, he finds himself wanting to spend more time with Mallory. Though he shouldn’t, he’s taking it as a personal challenge to prove to her that romance is alive and well. With Valentine’s Day approaching, love is all anyone in Romance, Oregon can think about. How can Max convince Mallory love and romance can be hers?

Enter to win What Happened to Romance here!

Want to grab Frankie's new book now or check out her other books. Here are some links to connect you this talented author! If you read in Kindle Unlimited you can enjoy all of Ms. Brown's books.

Follow Frankie Brown! She'd love to connect.

Thanks for stopping by and good luck everyone!


Sunday, February 11, 2018

Day Four of Five Days of Giveaways

This fun week is flying! It's already Day Four in our Five Days of sweet romance Giveaways!
Today I'm welcoming author Audrey Rich to the blog to take part in our giveaways. Audrey has multiple books out and has graciously offered to giveaway Thinking About Love to celebrate the release of Five Days Five Kisses!

This story looks so fun. Here's what you can win...

Two teenagers. One life changing decision. Heartache and joy rolled into one bundle. Trina Weber believes she has the perfect life: model looks, great friends, and plenty of college credits right before she enters senior year at Stonehaven High School. Her plans to become a family doctor are set.
Even her relationship with Stuart Grant, her amazingly gorgeous, college boyfriend, is on track. They will blaze through and take the world by storm...together.
But everyone knows that life isn’t perfect.
The consequence of her one spontaneous decision disrupts their lives, forcing her to make choices that can bring them love or force them apart…forever.

Novelist Audrey Rich fills the conclusion of Thinking About Love with all the feels of a teen couple forced to navigate adulthood prematurely and make the difficult decisions. It's tough to learn about adult responsibilities before being ready. You’re bound to fall in love with Trina, Stuart, and Rich’s entire cast of characters, as you step into the Stonehaven High world.

Ready win this adorable sweet romance? Enter an easy-peasy rafflecopter giveaway here

Don't want to take your chances. Grab Thinking About Love or any of Audrey's books at Amazon by clicking HERE

To learn more about Audrey and her work. Here are some links to connect!

I know I was excited to be introduced to Audrey's work and am so glad she took part in our Five Day celebration. If you missed days, one, two, or three, jump back up to the previous blogs and put your name is the raffle for three great books.

Thanks so much for stopping by. Tomorrow is our last giveaway and I can't wait to share it with you. See you tomorrow!

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Day Three of Five Days of Giveaways!.

Welcome to Day Three of  Five Days of Giveaways. We are celebrating the release of  my new release, Five Days Five Kisses by giving away five fun romances just in time for Valentine's Day.  Today Author Beth Rodgers is sharing two Sweet Romances and a fabulous giveaway!
What can you win? Here are the blurbs for her books, Freshman Fourteen and Sweet Fifteen.

Freshman Fourteen Blurb:

Navigating the halls of Kipperton High should be easy for someone like Margot Maples. She's smart, sweet, and ready to start fresh. But with her best friend moved away, she's stuck wondering just how to fit in. Making her transition more difficult is Max, who always knows how to push her buttons, Walter, her geeky suitor, Cassie, the girl who seemingly has it all, and Peter, her first true crush. So, life doesn't go just the way she hopes. Join Margot on a journey through the beginning of ninth grade – a time when your reputation is determined by the most trivial of matters, including where you eat, how many friends you have, and – most notably – who you kiss.


Sweet Fifteen Blurb:

Sophomore year starts off on a positive note, with Margot Maples enjoying a circle of new friends, an influx of confidence, and the attention of the oh-so-cute new basketball player, Kirk. But she quickly finds herself stuck in a rut, battling mean girls, and getting caught up in Kirk's past. Margot's friendships, heartaches, and presidential campaign lead her on a path to self-discovery, making sophomore year one to remember.

Come along on Margot's journey in this sequel to Freshman Fourteen that has new faces, backroom politics, and a few twists and turns along the way.


These sound like a great beach read:)

Ready to enter to win Freshman Fourteen? Enter Rafflecopter Giveaway Here! And, if you  want to check out Five Days Five Kisses, here's the Amazon link. Link for Five Days Five Kisses

Now that you've discovers Beth and her books, here's where you learn more. Stalk her. She loves it and read on to learn about Beth's awkward dating moment. Is it worse than yours?



Twitter: @bethrodgersauth

Amazon Links: (Freshman Fourteen) and (Sweet FIfteen)

 Now we get to hear about Beth's awkward dating moment, and it's so easy to envision! Take it away Beth...

I was once on a study abroad trip before my senior year of high school. There was this boy who I liked and I was super excited every time we crossed paths. We knew each other from home, so it was normal for us to say hi and talk to each other. I think it was also pretty obvious that he knew I liked him. I was never too good at hiding my crushes.

There was this one time when we were on a beach. He was with at least one other guy, and I was with another girl. We all knew each other, and he asked if I could put some suntan lotion on him. I probably blushed way too much, and knowingly embarrassed, I rubbed the lotion on his back. When I was done, he asked if either me or my friend needed lotion. Like an idiot, I immediately responded that we had already put it on before we got to the beach. My friend gave me this look, and I knew immediately that I had given the wrong answer. I instantaneously regretted my decision, and obviously do to this day since it's still on my mind.

So I learned a lesson: when a cute guy asks to rub lotion on you, even if you already have it on, you just let him do it again!

Thanks for stopping by and don't forget to check back in tomorrow for another incredible giveaway!