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REVIEWS AND RAMBLINGS!!!

First off I wanted to start by thanking EVERYONE who has read the first two books in the Blood Moon Series. THANKS!! If anyone hasn't read them, and would like to review them, drop me a line and I will get both books over to you A.S.A.P.

Okay, reviews are starting to flow for Shadow Of The Blood Moon (Book 2), and I am excited they are mostly all 4+ stars!! YAY! You don't have to tell me there were some issues with Ties To The Blood Moon (Book 1). There were. Not big issues, but still issues. Mainly, the first half of the book and a few more grammatical errors than I would have liked. There's always room for a rewrite later, and there WILL be a rewrite for book 1 down the road at some point. But, that's for another post.

There are tons of mixed reviews for book 1, and I appreciate every single one of them--even the bad. Actually, I probably appreciate the bad ones more, because they tell me WHAT needs to be fixed. That doesn't mean I want everybody to go back and change their reviews to less stars ... lol. Although, there were one or two that were downright mean. I guess that reader was aggravated for whatever reason. Or maybe they just hate me on a personal level. Who knows, but thank you all the same, because we all know any review is better than no review.

Shadow was so much fun to write, and I guess it shows with all of the rave reviews it's starting to receive. Every time I visit my Goodreads page (and you can see that here), I find more great reviews and I get that good feeling. You know, the one that comes from down deep and gives you the goosies. That's why I do what I do. Not for the reviews, but because I love being able to give my fans something good to read. A made up world they can lose themselves in. One that sticks with them for a long time after they have finished the book. I know I love those kinds of books myself. That's all I have ever wanted to do--write in such a way that it draws you in and you feel like it's you in that world. Like you're in the same room. Or better yet, like you ARE the character.  

So, I have rambled on enough for now. The more I write here, the less I am writing in book 3. And I know you guys would MUCH rather be reading that than reading my crazy mixed-up thoughts.

Keep those reviews coming and stop back by. When I get closer to releasing book 3, I'll be revealing the title and cover here. Hopefully, it won't be much longer. 

Hugs and Happy Reading!! =D

Shadow gone Romantic

Romantic Maidens Book ToursRomantic Maidens Book Tours is hosting Shadow of the Blood Moon. Here is the schedule. Make sure to stop by all of the sites to see what great things are happening, and also to enter the giveaways!!






Sept 24 - SKMS - Promo/Giveaway
Sept 25 - I Am A Reader, Not A Writer - Interview/Giveaway
Sept 26 - A Dream Within A Dream - Excerpt Reveal/Promo/Giveaway
Sept 27 - Herding Cats & Burning Soup - Character Interview/Excerpt Reveal
Sept 28 - Ren's Rambles - Guest Post/Giveaway
Oct 1 - The Midnight Bookworm - Excerpt Reveal
Oct 2 - The Book Flame - Promo/Giveaway
Oct 3 - Wonderland Reviews - Interview/Review
Oct 4 - Arianne Cruz - Promo/Top 10 List
Oct 5 - Incandescent Enchantments - Interview/Review
Oct 10 - Joyous Reads - Review/Giveaway/Shelf Envy Post
Oct 14 - Book Briefs - Review
Oct 17 - The Book Barbies - Review/Giveaway
Oct 18 - The Book Queen - Excerpt Reveal
Oct 22 - I'm A Book Shark - Top 10 List/Giveaway
Oct 23 - Herding Cats & Burning Soup - Review/Giveaway

CHARLIE THE CHOCOLATE LAB

I have a chocolate lab named Charlie, who adopted us a few months ago shortly after our own chocolate Lab of thirteen years, Max, fell victim to a hit and run by a thoughtless driver.
Charlie turned out to be a car chaser and ended up getting run over last week. It was the most heart wrenching thing ever. I heard him get hit and my husband saw it happen. He said Charlie rolled underneath the car 3 times (actually a Cadillac Escalade). I heard what sounded like someone running over a large wooden crate. It was the most horrific sound ever. My husband said the driver had to have seen Charlie running toward him, but didn't slow down. Actually, my neighbor said the driver sped up.

Let me give you just a little back story about Charlie and Max. Max had to be the greatest dog who ever lived. He was almost completely deaf, and half blind. Plus he was epileptic. In his younger days he loved to chase balls, Frisbees, plastic drink bottles, etc…. When he got killed it crushed my family. He had become our four-legged son. Max died June 15th, 2011. My two oldest daughters were traveling to the grocery store about five months ago, when this dog wandered into the road and stopped in front of their car. My oldest daughter said it was like he wanted them to run him over. Well, of course they did not. Instead, they stopped and got out. This poor dog had been tied to something via a rope and had gnawed his way free. The girls said the rope around his neck was so tight he was choking.

Needless to say, they brought the dog home, but no groceries. Upon closer examination of Charlie, we found him infested with fleas, he was nothing but skin covering bones, and the hair had all rubbed off his neck from the tightness of his rope.

We bathed, fed and kept the dog. Even if his owners would have wanted him back, we would never have given him to them. We later found out they had moved away and left Charlie for dead.
Over time we discovered IDENTICAL traits to Max. They shared everything in common all they way to Charlie having seizures. God sent us this dog to ease our pain.

We live in the country, so you would think our animals would be perfectly safe. WRONG! There are cruel and inhumane people out there who purposely run over any animals they see near the road. It’s a sad but true fact.

It was the evening of August 15th when Charlie got hit. He lay in the middle of the road on his side, all four legs sticking straight out and he appeared to be stiff as a board. My husband yelled three agonizing words and my heart instantly fell. “Charlie is dead!” My youngest daughter (works at the humane society) heard our screams and ran outside. When she got to him she screamed, "He's alive!" My husband just new Charlie would only live a few minutes due to the way he rolled under the SUV.
I made him go get a blanket to wrap him in to keep him warm and keep him from going into shock. My husband and daughter carried him into the front yard and Charlie just lay perfectly still, eyes wide open.

After a minute or two, he started gasping and my husband said, "He probably has internal injuries. He won’t live." Charlie stopped gasping and began breathing a little more normally. He tried to raise up, but couldn't. My husband then said, "He must have broken his back or hips. It doesn't look good."
We all stayed by Charlie's side and he continued fighting. As it grew dark I told them we should bring him inside. At first, my husband didn't want to because he was contemplating shooting him, only because he thought Charlie was suffering. Our hearts were breaking.

We did finally carry him inside when he continued to stabilize and placed him on the kitchen floor. He didn’t budge for about an hour, then slowly, he inched his way off the blanket and onto a cool place on the kitchen floor. That's where Charlie stayed for the remainder of the evening.
Around ten p.m. I decided I couldn't do anything more for him and should try to get some sleep. I always take a Ziploc bag of Fruit Loops with me to bed. Charlie tried to get up when he heard that bag of fruit loops rattle, so, I called him, "Come on Charlie. Lets go to bed." (He sleeps on the floor beside my bed at night) I shook the bag. He heard it and raised up onto his front legs, his big brown eyes staring at me, or maybe the bag of Fruit Loops, but he didn't stand. I called him again, then turned and padded down the hallway. The next thing I knew, Charlie had stood and hobbled down the hallway behind me. He made it to my room, then quickly collapsed beside the bed. I placed a pile of Fruit Loops next to him and he actually ate every one.

Afterward, I gave him some pain medicine. He still had some blood coming from his face and what we thought was his nose and mouth. My husband said, "He's probably got internal injuries." At four o'clock the next morning Charlie woke me up to go outside. Even though he limped, he seemed to have no trouble going up/down the steps and no trouble doing his business. Later that morning I told my husband about Charlie using the bathroom just fine, and he said, "Ah, I knew he'd be fine."
Charlie lives, and if he didn't have three big gashes on his head and a little road rash, you would never know he'd been hit. Not even a limp.  Maybe I should change his name to Miracles...lol.

Writing the Tough Stuff by Aaron Lazar

Writing the Tough Stuff (Or Killing the One You Love)copyright 2012, Aaron Paul Lazar
It’s not easy writing a scene where you kill the one you love.

Of course I don’t mean your actual spouse or lover. I mean the wife, husband, or sweetheart of your main character.

I’ve done it in FOR KEEPS. Thinking about it tears my heart out every single time.

That’s what I mean by “writing the tough stuff.” Sam Moore—a retired family doctor who is our resident hero in Moore Mysteries—is very much like me, except he’s twelve years older and retired with enough money to putter around in his gardens all day. Let me repeat that. All day!

I hate him for that.

Okay, so maybe that’s a little extreme, considering he’s fictional. Shall we say, I am exceedingly jealous of his lifestyle? Although Sam was a family doctor and I am an engineer, we’re still a lot alike. We both love to plunge our hands into the soft earth and grow things. We both love our grandkids so much it hurts. And we both have spouses with multiple sclerosis. There are plenty of differences, too. I cook, I write, and I take photos. Sam doesn’t. But of course, it’s not a competition. At least I don’t think so…

In spite of the fact that he’s not real (at least not in the traditional sense, LOL), I relate to this man and feel his pain when he’s hurting. Sure, you say, writers should feel ALL their characters’ pain. We have to, to get into their heads and nail the characterization. Don’t we?

But I’ll bet some characters are closer to your heart than others.

Sam’s wife, Rachel, shares many qualities with my dear wife, Dale. They both endure MS, they both love to read, they are both chair-caning artists. Some of their symptoms are the same, but that’s where they split apart. Rachel loves to cook (that’s my job in our marriage), she’s in a wheelchair, and she stays pretty upbeat, considering her challenges. They both adore their grandchildren and both love to read. Rachel’s a tribute to Dale, in all honesty. But she also has morphed into her “own woman,” too, and I love her deeply. Er... through Sam, of course. (Honey, don’t be jealous!)

In the first two books of the Moore Mysteries series, Rachel sticks by Sam’s side, supports him when he’s overcome with grief and is plagued by strange paranormal events, and loves him deeply enough to keep him sane.

That’s why it really hurt when I had to kill her.

In For Keeps, the third book in the series, life takes an awful turn. When Rachel is murdered by a serial killer, it puts Sam back in the psych ward, the same place he was thrown when his little brother disappeared without a trace fifty years earlier. Desperate to fix things, he calls on the power of the green marble, the talisman his little brother Billy controls from afar that whisks him back and forth through his past.

Unlike those of us in real life, Sam gets a “do over.” He flies back in time to desperately try to fix the problems that lead to this gruesome act, and over and over again, he attempts to tweak the past to bring his dear Rachel back to life.

How do you write such a scene without losing it? How do you make it feel authentic to your readers? How much is too much? And how can you be certain that your character’s reaction will ring true?

It’s not easy. Matter of fact, since I loosely base Rachel on my own wife, and since Sam and I are really quite alike, it was close to torture.

I called upon my darkest, most powerful emotions experienced when my father died and also when my own dear wife almost died several times in the past few years. I’ll never forget the time the nurse in the ER called the nun on duty to bring me to a little room where no one would see my reaction to her impending news that Dale might not make it. She carried a box of Kleenex under one arm and a bible in the other. She was so sweet. Yet it was one of the scariest moments of my life. Thankfully, my wife pulled through and is doing okay today.

That hollow-gut, black-sludge-in-your-heart feeling is horrible when you lose someone dear to you, isn’t it? It’s all encompassing. Sometimes you just want to deny that awful truth, and pull away—far away—like Sam does in the following excerpt. I tried to channel those feelings when getting inside Sam’s head. Let me know if you think it worked.

Here’s the setup. Sam just picked up his son, Andy, from the airport and they enter the house after arriving home. Andy’s just arrived from his second tour of duty in Iraq, and this is his long-awaited homecoming. Rachel’s been cooking all morning to welcome her boy home. All day, Sam has ignored the insistence of the green marble, which has been pulsing, glowing, and searing his leg all day from his pocket; little brother Billy—who communicates from beyond through this talisman—was trying to “warn” him that something was terribly wrong.

For Keeps is book #3 in Moore Mysteries, and is now available through Twilight Times Books and Amazon.com. The series can be read in any order.


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Sam raced toward the laundry room in a panic. Rachel’s wheelchair sat abandoned in the hall, and his son froze in the doorway, hands clenching and unclenching at his side.

Andy’s voice thickened. “Maybe you shouldn’t come in here.” He spun and tried to hold Sam back.

One of Rachel’s shoes lay beside the doorjamb. The brown clogs. Slip on. With lambswool lining. She loved them so much she wore them even in summer.

Sam drifted closer, terror pooling in his stomach. As if in anaphylactic shock, his throat tightened and threatened to close off his air. His heart beat wildly now, in his throat, ears, chest.

Sam barreled past his son and stumbled into the room, his voice hoarse. “What happened?”
Rachel lay on a basket of laundry, her eyes wide open, looking with blank surprise at the ceiling. Sam’s garden shears protruded from her heart. The image danced before him like heat waves on tar, shimmering with unreality. Blood ran from Rachel’s floral print blouse to the sheets stained red in the basket, pooling on the white linoleum floor.

The room tilted. A series of screams of No No No No No resonated in his head. Or maybe he yelled it aloud. He couldn’t tell as he shoved Andy aside and collapsed beside her, checking for the pulse that evaded him like a cruel tormentor. Neck. Wrist. Ankles. No beating met his probing fingers.

“NO!” He drew the shears from her chest, sickened by the soft sucking sound it made, then wadded up a compress of pillowcases and held it over the wound to stem the flow. More blood dribbled from the wound and curled around her pearl buttons. He realized with a start that she was still warm.

He looked wildly about the room, as if a solution lay beneath the neatly folded piles of towels and linen. “Call 911. Hurry!” He cradled Rachel in his arms, smearing the blood between them, and feeling her arms dangle away from him, as if she didn’t have the strength to return his embrace.

Andy cried out, his anguish pinging across the small room. He squeezed between his mother’s body and the washing machine, holding his hand out to his father. “Dad. It’s too late. She has no pulse. I checked, too.”

“NO!” Sam’s mind reeled, his vision clouded, and the scent of blood tasted metallic on his tongue. “Who did this? Is he still here? She’s still warm, Andy. Find the bastard!” He stiffened when his brain repeated a phrase he’d heard during some of Rachel’s favorite shows.

Don’t disturb the evidence.

Panic slewed over him, boiling inside his head, freezing his arms and legs.

My garden shears. The killer took them from the barn. Used them on my Rachel. And my prints are all over them.

A great gulping scream filled his throat, tearing out of him like a primal scream. “RACHEL!”
Her head slumped sideways when he moved away, as if she was rejecting him. He checked her pulse again, muttering under his breath. “No way. No. No.” In a sudden manic thrust, he stood and reached for the marble, searching his pockets, patting madly at his pants and shirt. “My God. Where is it? What did I do with it?” Sam asked aloud. “Billy! Why didn’t you warn me?”

Inside the double-stuffed world that batted him between reality and nightmare, he remembered the marble’s insistent throbbing all morning. Billy had tried to warn him, had tried hard.

“Dad, come on. You can’t help her now.” In spite of Andy’s two tours of duty in the heat of battle in Iraq, the bodies he had seen and possibly created, and his soldier-toughened soul, he wept. Loud and strong, he wept and choked on his words. “Dad. Please. Leave her be. It’s over.”

Andy pulled him to his feet. Sam stared at his son as if he’d never seen him before. His eyes widened, trying to piece together a puzzle. Who is this nice young man? And why does he look so familiar?

Andy took him by the elbow and started to shuffle him toward the living room.
“Come on, Dad. Let’s go sit down.”

“No. Please. My wife needs me. She has multiple sclerosis, you know.”

Andy’s eyes popped open. Tears still streamed from them, and he shook his father’s shoulders as if he could not only snap him out of it, but maybe bring back his mother, too.

“Dad! Come on. Hold it together. Don’t do this.”

Sam stopped and stared at his bloodied hands. His legs weakened to jelly. He stumbled, then braced himself against the wall as sobs wracked him in waves of increasing amplitude. He slid to the floor and buried his face in his hands.

Rachel.

Dear God.

Not Rachel.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you were drawn into Sam’s world, and that you might want to see how our favorite retired family doctor gets out of this one.

FREEBIE! The FOR KEEPS Kindle eBook will be free to all readers on Sept. 14th, 15th, and 16th 2012, as well as on October 12th and 13th. Please stop by for your free download here. Also, all of my other books in my three mystery series will be priced at $1.99 during this sale. Check them out at http://www.lazarbooks.com.










Aaron Paul Lazar
www.lazarbooks.com

ADVICE FOR THE NEWBIE

Okay, I can't keep my mouth shut any longer. This is something I have been seeing from certain authors for a while, and I cannot keep quiet any longer or I'm going to explode--literally.

Time and time again I have read the same words from different authors: When I make it big, I will never forget what it was like to be just starting out, or struggling to be recognized. I will make time for any newbie author, because I remember what it was like to be where they are now. And then, a newbie runs across their post, sends them an email asking a few questions, and either they never hear back from said author, or they only hear from said author's assistant. And the reply is ALWAYS the same: Sorry, I don't help other authors. I'm just too busy.

Okay, maybe they don't say it just like that, but they might as well. I fully understand not reading another author's unpublished work. Because if we did, and accidentally used a phrase in one of our books later, we could be sued.

I don't care if an author sell tons of books every month, they should try to help the newbies in some way. Even if it's just answering a few questions. It tells that author you remember starting out and you remember just how hard it was. If I can help you by answering a few questions, I will be happy to.

Most of the time a newbie just wants to know you are still human even though you've made it big. I know after personally encountering quite a few authors who had made it big and were NOT living by their earlier statements, I made a promise right then and there to NEVER be condescending to others and to NEVER shut the door in their faces.

And now, I am keeping my word. I hear from newbies all the time. I definitely take the time to answer each of them--personally. No assisstant. No automated responses. And no mass emails. I have made some wonderful friendships and have stayed true to my word.

Is their any magic secrets to becoming successful? Yes, it's a secret, but come really close and I'll tell you. Write, write, write. And when you think you've written enough, write some more. Volume sells. The more you write, the more your name gets out there. Most authors make it after releasing at least three or more novels. Don't get discouraged. It will happen, just probably not over night.

One last thing. I am easy to reach via this blog, facebook, twitter, or my email. Get in touch if you need anything or just want to talk. I'M HERE!!      Be Blessed.  ;o)

RELEASED~~ SHADOW OF THE BLOOD MOON

The long overdue release of Shadow of the Blood Moon is finally here. It has been a bumpy road, but the end result is awesome. It's currently available on Amazon.com and you can find that here . And smashwords.com and you can get that hereIf you haven't read Book 1 of the series, Ties to the Blood Moon, it's currently free on Amazon.com here . Ties To The Blood Moon is also available on numerous other sites, too. I can't wait to hear what you think about it. So, go on to Amazon and pick up your copy, then please, let me know how much you loved it. I'll be waiting right here to chat.

Thanks to all the great, wonderful, fantastic people of the blogger/reviewer community and to the facebook and twitter communities, too. But most of all--Thanks to you my friends and fans!!!

Support the Zombies!!

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Five unedited chapters are available for your viewing if you need to read some before you pledge. Just contact Lyra at the email below!

A look at how the person feels as they go through the process of being Zombified
ZOMBIFIEDA chance to hear the side of the story from one of the living dead herself. Zombies are portrayed by the media as monsters.
Get to know Cassie's side, as she explains that just because she eats human flesh, it doesn't make her any different than you. 
"You know it just makes me mad that the news thinks we aren't people too," I said to Neil.
Of course it was in what we Zombies affectionately call Slopar so he did not understand me, to him it sounded like lots of moaning and noises, but I continued anyway as I determined what part of the leg was the meatiest. I normally don't like the drum stick of a man, but I was feeling particularly hungry today.I had heard the news talk for days about my kind before I was completely changed. They said lots of things but the ones that stood out to me now were soulless and evil.
"We are people," I continued as I sunk my teeth into his thigh ripping off a piece despite his protests, "just because we are a little dead does not mean we are any different then you Neil, can I call you Neil?" I was talking through mouthfuls of him. When he didn't respond I continued to snack away on what I assumed was an athletic thigh by the build.
“Are you a runner Neil? You taste like a runner.” Happy with my choice of dinner I continued my rant and made myself comfortable on the cement of the parking lot we had stopped in.
"Like how they say that we lumber about in groups of no order, and that is just not true. We actually lumber around with our friends. The lady right over there with only half of her arm is my favorite person to walk slowly through an abandoned town with."
I was fairly certain that Neil was almost dead. The color had drained from his face and the blood had stopped spewing from the artery in his leg. In case he could still hear me I continued to ramble.
 "There are exceptions. There is this one guy who has to walk in the back of the mob. He drags his leg behind him and it slows us down. We dated in middle school. I tolerate him, but his breath always smelled like cheese and he called me tart. I hated both of those things."
I nudged Neil at my joke, but he fell over instead of laughing. I debated staying there while I waited to see if he would become zombified as well. As my body didn't move fast anymore I figured it could happen before I made it across the parking lot. I began my slow march towards my friend Rose. She seemed to be enjoying herself as I could see her happily eating the brains of a young blond lady. 
As I passed by a car window I caught a glimpse of my slow moving form and stared for a minute. "Zombie life does absolutely nothing for my complexion," I yelled over my shoulder to Neil as I took in a gray face with sunken in eyes.
Continuing my path to Rose, I tried to push my appearance from my decaying mind. I wondered if it was just my imagination that I could hear parts of me rotting. I remembered my mother always telling me to take care of my body.
“Your body is your temple Cassie,” she would correct my posture by jerking my shoulders back; “you should make sure you treat it as such.”
“If only my mother could see me now,” I was still talking to Neil as my progress had not taken me out of his ear shot. “She would really be proud of her baby girl.”
Of course my mother was dead, and she would never be able to see my current state. She had been in the first round of the infected and they had disposed of her and hundreds of others before they had a chance to spread the disease.
That is what they called being zombified in the beginning. They called it a disease.
As I continued to drag myself across the parking lot I wondered how things could have been different. Launched: Jul 31, 2012 Funding ends: Aug 30, 2012 You have to make the full amount you ask for, or you don't get any.


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TITLE AND COVER REVEAL ARE FINALLY HERE!!!

          EXPECTED RELEASE DATE AUGUST 10, 2012
Genevieve Labreck is back with a score to settle. Her mom has been kidnapped by Zane, hybrid and all-around monster.  Rumors fly that Gen’s mom is holed away in Prague, a city recognized by humans for its serene beauty and intense culture, but Gen and Will know something humans don’t. Prague is haunted by dark, evil forces.Can Gen and Will save her mom, or will they be too late?
Some will live, others will fall. At what price do you walk away from those you love?

ARE YOU READY?

I just wanted to update you on the status of book 2 and let you know I have not forgotten my promise. I will be revealing the title and book cover for book 2 of the Ties To The Blood Moon series this week, so keep watching for that.

Now for a status update: Book 2 has entered the final scenes. I am so ready to see just how it will end. That's right! I don't write my books, my characters do. And wow, have they taken me for a roller coaster ride this time!

I am both excited to see it end, yet also sad to see it end. The reason I am sad is because book 3 will be the last book, which means the end of a relationship with characters I have grown to love. I feel like they're my kids.

I'm just not going to think about that right now. Who knows, maybe there will be a book 4 ...

BTW- if you haven't already read book 1 of the series, Ties To The Blood Moon, you need to hurry up and do that and you can get it for free right now on  Amazon by clicking here.

I'M BACK

So, first I want to say how sorry I am for being so neglectful on my blog. For weeks now I have been humping it, trying to get book 2 of the Ties to The blood Moon series finished. But that's no excuse. I really didn't think anyone cared if I posted anything or not. Well, I recently learned just how wrong I was.

Over the past few weeks, fans have written to me asking what's going on with book 2. and would I please post something pertaining to its release on my blog. Okay, so here goes:

Book 2 is almost finished. I'm talking like, days from being done. I probably have less than 12,000 to write. of course, it still has to go to my wonderful editor, Kelly Coffey, so she can chew it to pieces a few times. UGH! I know, I know. It will become a much better read when she's done. I just hate the whole process of going over it a gazillion times.

Something else I'm sure EVERYBODY is sick to death of is hearing it called BOOK 2. Well, I'm happy to announce you won't be hearing it referred to by that  name much longer. YAY!! I'll bet that's what you are all shouting right about now. Lol. After months of painful searching and thinking and dreaming, and with the help of some of my fans, BOOK 2 has a name and I will reveal the title next week right here on my blog ... so stay tuned for that.

Another wonderful piece of information I'd like to share is the fantastic Claudia McKinney of phatpuppyart.com has designed yet another awesome book cover for yours truly and I will be revealing that on my blog very soon, as well.

I truly am sorry book 2 has been so long in the making, but I hit a few bumps in the road of life. We all have them, they can't be helped. I will promise this, BOOK 3 will not take as long to write, but it will be a sad time when writing it because it will most likely be the end to this awesome story. NO WAIT! I won't say end. Isn't that what they say? Never say never!

So, stay tuned and as promised, next week will kick off the beginning of some great things. Oh, and one other thing. I am going to try my hardest to keep this blog updated on a weekly basis, if not every few days.

Also, BOOK 1 of the series, Ties To The Blood Moon, is free on Amazon and you can find that here It's also free on Amazon UK and you can find that here. And if you're looking for an entertaining, but fast read, my short story, Finding Hope is available on Amazon, and you can find that here.

BTW- I love hearing from you and I do answer all emails and comments. So, if you'd like to chat or have a question shoot me an email at robinpwaldrop@gmail.com or leave a comment and I''l get right back to you.

Be Blessed and stay tuned! <3