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November 14, 2017
Box Review: Yogabossbabe – October 2017
I have a great box for you to check out today. If you are a yoga instructor like I am, or you are interested in becoming one, then this box is for you! The box is called Yogabossbabe, and it brings yoga instructors learning materials each month, as well as inspirational books and other items to help your yoga practice. The owner of the box, Elizabeth, it just a sweetheart, and she puts her heart and soul into this box. Enjoy!
Much love,
Ashley
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MADE FOR FEMALE YOGA ENTREPRENEURS
A monthly lifestyle subscription box for passionate and motivated yoga instructors who want to build and grow their yoga business.
Subscription Options:
Monthly Subscription Box: $39.95 + Shipping*
Items include:
An inspirational book
A monthly online book club for our subscribers
A private online community to network and collaborate with other yoga instructors from around the world
An online workshop to enhance and grow your business skills
Self-care items that add a little comfort to your lifestyle
Tools and accessories to support you while you teach
Trendy office supplies to help encourage the hustle
And a chance to meet a Yogabossbabe in the community and learn from her journey.
Monthly Digital Subscription: $24.95
Digital items include:
The Kindle version of our monthly inspirational book
A monthly online book club for our subscribers
A private online community to network and collaborate with other yoga instructors from around the world
An online workshop to enhance and grow your business skills
Any other digital promotions from our sponsors
And a chance to meet a Yogabossbabe in the community and learn from her journey.
*Ships Worldwide – Shipping Prices Vary
Use Code “THEBOXREVIEWERS” for $5 off of Your First Box!
I was so excited to receive this box because I am a yoga teacher myself, and I am always looking for further education! Yogabossbabe is the first box of its kind, and it is much needed.
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Yogabossbabe comes in an adorable, personalized box. I love the pink color, and how much the box pops on my doorstep!
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Upon opening the box, a lovely “hello” message greets you!
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The packaging is unique to the box, and it enhances that surprise element!
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The box comes with an item list, and each item includes a short description as to why it was included. The care of explaining each item really resonates with me!
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The first item is a headband from Manduka! This headband is wide and it is perfect for holding your hair back or using as a sweat towel.
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The next item is a Complete Cookie from Lenny & Larry’s! This cookie is filled with wholesome ingredients, and it looks delicious. Even though I can’t eat it because I am gluten free, I will be giving it to my boyfriend!
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The next items go together! The first item is a business card holder from Poppin, and the second is a coupon for 100 personalized business cards. The coupon gives you 100 personalized business cards as part of the box, so that is an awesome perk!
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The next item is something that I desperately need! It is a bottle of Mat Wash from Manduka, and it helps you to clean your mat with a lovely lavender scent. I have already used this after one of my classes, and I was very impressed!
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The next item is a book called The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown! I am a huge fan of Brene, and we use her work frequently in my profession as a social worker. This is a great book to help yoga instructors connect with their true selves.
Synopsis:
In The Gifts of Imperfection, Brené Brown, a leading expert on shame, authenticity, and belonging, shares ten guideposts on the power of Wholehearted living—a way of engaging with the world from a place of worthiness.
Each day we face a barrage of images and messages from society and the media telling us who, what, and how we should be. We are led to believe that if we could only look perfect and lead perfect lives, we’d no longer feel inadequate. So most of us perform, please, and perfect, all the while thinking, “What if I can’t keep all of these balls in the air? Why isn’t everyone else working harder and living up to my expectations? What will people think if I fail or give up? When can I stop proving myself?”
In her ten guideposts, Brown engages our minds, hearts, and spirits as she explores how we can cultivate the courage, compassion, and connection to wake up in the morning and think, “No matter what gets done and how much is left undone, I am enough,” and to go to bed at night thinking, “Yes, I am sometimes afraid, but I am also brave. And, yes, I am imperfect and vulnerable, but that doesn’t change the truth that I am worthy of love and belonging.”
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Each month, Yogabossbabe features a different yoga instructor, and October’s feature was on Amanda Kingsmith! Yogabossbabe has their own Facebook group, and Amanda appeared in the group in October to talk with subscribers.
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Amanda Kingsmith also created a workshop on creating a website for yoga entrepreneurs, and subscribers get the workshop for free! I will definitely be using this since having a website is essential for business.
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The last item is a free month on Yogaia + Manduka! This website features live yoga classes, as well as classes that are available anytime. The instructors featured are from around the world, and this is a great way for instructors to learn new skills!
Final Thought: Yogabossbabe is an excellent resource for yoga instructors. Not only does the box bring you items to help you grow your practice, it brings you items to help take care of yourself as well! I love the community that surrounds the box, and how immersive the box is. Yogabossbabe doesn’t feel like a box to me, it feels like an educational experience, and I adore that. If you are a yoga instructor or looking to become one, you won’t want to miss this box!
Use Code “THEBOXREVIEWERS” for $5 off of Your First Box!
November 13, 2017
Box Reveal: Literary Vacation Club – October 2017
I am happy to finally be able to reveal our October “Halloweentown” box at Literary Vacation Club! This box was so much fun for me to curate since Halloween is my favorite holiday.
Our boxes send readers lesser known novels each much as well as items to see, hear, taste, touch, and smell that all relate to a different destination or theme. We design our boxes to help readers stress relieve by escaping through literature, and almost everything we send is exclusive.
Each of our boxes comes with an exclusive playlist to listen to for free on Spotify as well!
Halloweentown Box
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Our books are carefully wrapped! We also wrap and label each item by one of the five senses. Each subscriber receives an exclusive passport to house the passport stamps that we send each month, and there is space in the passport to discuss your thoughts about the different books that we send out!
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Here is a full picture of the box!
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Our chosen book this month was The Crown of Stones: Magic-Price by C.L. Schneider! This dark fantasy is one of my favorite books of all time, and I was so excited to send it out.
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Each of our subscribers received a handmade crown of stones keychain to go along with the book! These are only available through Literary Vacation Club, and they bring the book to life.
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We also worked with Antiquity + Illusion, a shop headed by author Tiffany Apan, to bring subscribers this gorgeous “harvest” potpourri! It smells delicious and brings the book to life.
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We also included these adorable drink markers from Horror Creepture! These fun markers are perfect to celebrate Halloween year long.
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We also just had to include a bag of candy to add to the Halloween spirit! Included with the candy were Halloween erasers as well.
Each of our boxes is personalized for each subscriber, and we put great care into our packaging.
Our “Winter Wonderland” box is available now, so make sure to grab yours before they are gone!
November 12, 2017
Free Book: Tame Me by J.A. Collard
I am happy to let you know that Tame Me by J.A. Collard is FREE for a limited time! If you are looking for a hot and heavy read, then look no further.
Much love,
Ashley
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★(¸.•´ FREE ON AMAZON FOR A LIMITED TIME
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I will give you time, Jasmine, but I’m not a patient man, believe me when I say I will make you mine in every way, it’s only just a matter of time…”
Quill Owen wasn’t looking for love, but when innocent and beautiful Jasmine Marques turns up to his father’s hotel, he finds that he cannot ignore the unfamiliar feeling that’s burning within. As an ex-marine and current president of the Blood Brothers MC, Quill has obligations to uphold; never did he imagine that one woman whose feisty personality and sexy as hell body would turn his world upside down. He wanted her and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Jasmine Marques doesn’t understand the pull she feels towards the bad boy biker, Quill Owen. But she knows it’s unlike anything she has ever felt before and it doesn’t help that he’s hot as hell! She tries to ignore her bodies’ response to him, but Quill and fate have other plans for her. Will Jasmine submit to Quill’s desires? And if she
does, how will they survive their pasts?
***WARNING***
This novel contains explicit language, sex, drugs, violence, and sexual situations that some might find offensive. This book is intended for adults 18+ years of age. This book contains a cliff-hanger and will continue in the second book in the Blood Brothers MC Series, titled Tamed.
*This post may contain Amazon affiliate links.
November 7, 2017
New Release: Eradicate by Stacey McCoy
I am happy to let you know that Eradicate by Stacey McCoy is now available to order! This novel is part of a wonderful vampire trilogy, and I am sure that you will love it. Eradicate is a great way to relieve stress due to the fantasy that it brings!
Much love,
Ashley
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Rylan has a past. A past that comes in the form of a beautiful, strong and dangerous vampire named Savanah.
Savanah has spent years searching for Rylan and is left feeling disappointed and angry when she finds him with a beating heart and a girlfriend.
Upon hearing about the reanimation process Savanah vows to reinfect Rylan, eliminate Kady and eradicate all those who stand for it.
Her pledge seals everyone’s fate in ways no one could ever have predicted.
Will Savanah succeed and ruin everything and everyone that Rylan has come to hold so dear?
Will Rylan be reinfected?
Will Kady survive?
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AUTHOR LINKS:
https://www.staceymccoy.com/
https://www.facebook.com/StaceyMcCoyAuthor/
https://www.instagram.com/staceymccoyauthor/
https://twitter.com/staceym01945289
*NOTE: This post contains Amazon affiliate links.
November 2, 2017
November Literary Vacation Club Theme Reveal
Our November box at Literary Vacation Club is now available, and we can’t wait to share it with you!
This box’s destination is “Washington”, and it is designed to transport you to the evergreen forests through literature. Our chosen book is great for fantasy fans, and we just know you are going to love it. We are also working with some fun Etsy shops this month to bring you one of a kind items linked to our theme and book!
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All of our boxes are designed to bring you a stress relieving adventure into literature, and our profits help support NAMI – The National Alliance on Mental Illness.
We also have some holiday subscriptions available in our one-time shop now that are perfect to bring your loved one literary vacations each month!
Boxes Include:
1 – 2 Books (Often signed or with signed bookplates)
Items to see, hear, taste, smell, and touch
Bonus bookish items
Use Code “INSTA10” for 10% off of your purchase!
October 30, 2017
Kindred: The Birthrite Series II by Tiffany Apan Blog Tour
by Tiffany Apan
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It is the summer of 1933 and nearly two years since that fateful Halloween night in Plains, New York.
Born and raised in Dayton, Ohio, eighteen-year-old Cletus Blake spends his days working to help his family through the massive economic recession spreading throughout the United States and many other areas of the world. As society struggles to accept that the economic surge of the 1920s are long gone, Cletus also clings to the memory of his last phone conversation with his cousin Dorothy. Having formed and maintained a relationship with two of her close friends – the recently married Reginald and Gail Carr Johnson – the three find solace in regular communication with one another.
Like Dorothy, Cletus possesses supernatural abilities inherited through his bloodline. His vivid dreams and visions – including ones of a beautiful young Romani woman and twin baby boys – continue to increase in strength. Meanwhile, Reginald and Gail begin falling prey to dark adversaries that have been lying in wait.
Evil surrounds at every turn, old friends race to help, and ancient evil re-emerges. A war between worlds brews beneath the surface, threatening to rip the protective seams that keep the portals sealed.
Then in the midst of it all, Cletus happens upon a caravan traveling through his Ohio town. The very familiar Romanichal family’s history ties not only to his own past, but to all the kin of the four men that experienced worlds outside of their own on that summer solstice in 1844. All are linked to a future that will reunite the Blakes and the Livingstons, two families that at one time, shared a very unlikely friendship.
Kindred is the second full-length novel in The Birthrite Series. Picking up from where Descent and Sacred Atonement: A Novelette left off, the story continues to challenge all that is known about light and dark, good and evil. Passion, intrigue, and secrets abound as history unravels. Revelations uncovered in previous installments are given new perspectives, taking the reader on a thrilling ride into a world where nothing is ever what it appears to be.
READ FROM THE BEGINNING:
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DESCENT (THE BIRTHRITE SERIES, #1)
Visions of infant twin boys, clouds, a young woman taking her own life, and a collision of space, time, and realms…
On the eve of Summer Solstice in 1844, four men in different areas of the world share an experience that impacts not only their own lives, but those of the future generations. The first man is Nicolae Ganoush, a young Romany fugitive from a slave village in Wallachia. The second is Jonathan Blake, an eighteen-year-old Irishman in the American Midwest who finds himself falling in love with a young woman from a nearby Sioux village. The third is James Livingston, a prominent figure in colonial America, and the fourth is Hector de Fuentes, a sixteen-year-old from Tuxpan, Mexico with special gifts and visions enhanced by a mysterious and wondrous cave. Each man carries his own inner battle, unbelievable ancient truths deep within their lineages, and demons that are much closer to home than any of them would like.
SACRED ATONEMENT: A NOVELLA (THE BIRTHRITE SERIES, #1.5)
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“He wondered how she would react to seeing him. Not just his physical appearance, but seeing him for the first time since what happened between nearly a year ago. And what would happen once she found out what he really was?”
MADE IN HEAVEN (A BIRTHRITE SERIES SHORT)
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It has only been two and a half months since Reginald and Gail returned from that fateful night, a strange set of circumstances, and world they never thought could exist.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Tiffany Apan grew up among the thick forests of the Appalachian Mountains in Northeastern Pennsylvania. It was there she began honing artistic abilities and received much of her creative inspiration. A misfit among her peers (she was the only one in her fifth grade writing class obsessed enough with Vikings and Norwegian mythology to write poems about them), Tiffany was highly active in the artistic community in Wilkes-Barre, PA, involving herself in all music, theater, visual arts, and writing. Eventually, she settled quite comfortably into a role as “that artsy kid in black” who sits in a coffee shop, drinking endless amounts of coffee and tea while writing furiously in a journal or sketchpad.
After graduating high school, she left the Northeastern PA ghosts for the Southeastern PA zombies (Pittsburgh). Upon the move, Tiffany became involved with the indie film scene, landing supporting roles in a couple films. This also gave way to the release of her music with partner in crime, Jason English. Since then, she has gone on to act in several films and theater productions with starring and supporting roles, release music to critical acclaim, and receive accolades for her writing and producing.
The Appalachian Mountains serve as a backdrop for many of her stories, including The Cemetery by the Lake and The Birthrite Series. You can check out more of her work (writing, music, film, etc) on her website, blog, Amazon, and other social media.
AUTHOR & BOOK LINKS:
http://tiffanyapanwritingproject.blogspot.com
http://facebook.com/tiffanyapanfanpage
http://facebook.com/birthriteseries
http://twitter.com/TIFFANYAPAN
http://amazon.com/author/tiffanyapan
http://goodreads.com/tiffanyapan
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/tiffanyapan
PART 2:
GOING BACK
In the late of the hour and dark of the cabin, she rose from bed, making her way to the door. The weeping she heard from the outside pulled at her heartstrings, as it resembled that of a lost child.
The woman pushed aside the latch covering a small hole in the door and looked out. Indeed, there was a little child seated on the ground, his back to her.
She moved quickly to open the door, wondering what sort of person would leave such a small one to wander all alone.
As the oak barrier between the security of her cabin and uncertain danger of the dark frontier opened, she glanced about, wondering if perhaps she would catch sight of a mother or father, but no other living soul was found.
The skin on her arms rose as she laid eyes upon the child once more. Her heart palpitated for a reason she was unable to explain and pangs of dread permeated the air around her. Ignoring it, she made a slow move to kneel, her focus on the little lone one.
“Art thou lost?” Her voice reached to ne’er above a whisper.
The child continued his sobbing, his back remaining to her.
She reached out to the lad. “Where art thou mother and father?”
The child still did not answer.
In the back of her mind was a warning to shut the door and latch it, but her maternal instincts just could not allow her to leave the young one out in the cold dark of night.
Such a thing would be inhuman.
Her hand touched the boy’s shoulder and he suddenly ceased his cries. A sigh of relief left her, and the child turned around.
When their eyes met, the scream that left her throat would be the last sound she would ever utter…” ~ L. H. Livingston, The Child with the Black Eyes
CHAPTER 3
Dayton, Ohio
Wednesday June 20, 1933
Eve of the summer solstice
The six ‘o’ clock sun shone down on the dirt path that Cletus walked as he was headed home after finishing a day of work at a family friend’s farm. It was one of three jobs he held down during the summer months. His earnings were used to help with the family’s household expenses, and he was saving the rest for an apartment or room to rent. At eighteen, he lived with his parents, Ronald and Eunice Blake, as he worked toward being able to live on his own.
Following the 1929 stock market crash, lucrative farming in the Midwest had greatly diminished, though many communities were managing to pull together and stay afloat, therefore making work still available. In these parts of the country, residents often traded goods for labor but often found themselves in a bind when trying to accommodate everyone coming into town in search of work.
Recent months brought reports of soup and bread lines in the cities and such images were increasing, dominating the media. Some of the more destitute were hopping onto the passing locomotives, maintaining discretion inside of a freight car until reaching the next rural or suburban area. Those who were not fortunate enough to acquire some form of work would have no choice but to climb aboard yet another train and head to the next town with their future still uncertain. For many, this was a neverending cycle.
Cletus glanced up toward the early evening sun. From somewhere in the distance, the sound of a locomotive temporarily drowned the calls of the evening birds of prey. The young man sighed, thinking of the hapless soul leaving this area and headed to another in search of work. He preferred an image of Charlie Chaplain as the happy, good-natured, bungling tramp emerging from a locomotive car to the grim-faced individual with fading hope that was more likely to be on that train.
As the engine faded out, a murder of crows flew closely overhead. He flinched and ducked slightly, remaining still as the birds disappeared to the infinite horizon. The scene reminded him of a segment from Lawrence Livingston’s The Child with the Black Eyes, a story that took place on the early colonial frontier, long before America established itself as an entity separate from Britain. The plot was a simple one, yet its words were enough to leave the reader beyond disturbed after the final sentence was read. The tale told of a small child traveling the land, knocking on the doors of homes spread across the frontier. If a resident happened to answer, the child would ask to be let in.
No one knew for certain what exactly took place if the seemingly innocent child was allowed inside, but the good-hearted, though unfortunate, individual would often either turn up missing, never to be seen again, or fall mysteriously (and incurably) ill. It was Livingston’s most well-known work and arguably among the most terrifying tales of his time.
Much of Lawrence Livingston’s writings indicated him as one who often felt like a fish out of water. This was particularly evident after an incident had as a boy when he dreamed of his father being killed by a recently deceased Nathaniel Fleming.
Following the events of two Novembers ago, he and a few others that knew what happened had been delving further into the history of the Livingston and Fleming families. The lineages of Cedric and Margaret Fleming remained sketchy, the origins of their two adopted children, Nathaniel and Maxine, were shrouded in mystery. Those who possessed abilities to see passed what floated on the surface seemed to arrive at one dead end after another in their search, as though they were being blocked from finding the answers being sought. On the other hand, when it came to the Livingstons, much of that family history was open and available to the public, starting with Robert the Elder.
Born in the year 1654 in a village called Ancrum (near Jedburgh in the County of Roxburgh, Scotland), Robert Livingston the Elder was one of seven children had by Reverend John Livingston and his wife. John was a minister to the Church of Scotland and a descendant of the fourth Lord Livingston (ancestor to the Earls of Linlithgow and Callendar). When Robert was not even a boy of ten, the Livingstons were sent into exile due to John’s refusal to convert the Presbyterian Church of Scotland to the Episcopalian Church of England. The family settled in Rotterdam of the Netherlands and it was there that Robert learned the Dutch language, becoming fluent which would aide him in future business prospects.
At nineteen, Livingston the Elder returned to Scotland for a time but soon sailed to Boston where his father happened to be well-known. He went on to marry the widow of one of his Dutch business partners and settled permanently in the colony of New Netherland (which later became modern day New York).
As a successful businessman and politician, Livingston the Elder brought more prestige to the family name, and the surname became synonymous with those that held prominent positions in society, including those assisting with the draft of the American Constitution.
Like Livingston the Elder, his great grandson, James Henry Robert, would court and marry a Dutch woman. James was also pragmatic to a fault; despite attending the Presbyterian church on Sundays with his family, he never thought to entertain anything outside of his natural world. But his beliefs (and non-beliefs) were challenged on the evening of 1844’s summer solstice just prior to the Fleming Orphanage opening to the public.
According to what little he wrote of that early evening in his journals, an apparition of a young woman taking her life by hanging appeared to him. He recorded having recognized her, even going so far to say that she had ‘his Samantha’s nose.’
Shortly after the orphanage opened, Lawrence had his dream (or omen of warning?) in which his father answered to a persistent knocking at the door, only to be killed by a demonic entity that resembled Cedric and Margaret’s son. The dream shaped the man that Lawrence would become, along with his outlook on what most humans perceived as reality. Throughout his adulthood, he spent much time among Indian tribes of New York and Pennsylvania, coming to know their languages, sign, lore, and customs. He also married a young woman who was half Delaware.
In his AmerIndian studies, Lawrence learned of the early supernatural sightings that dated far beyond the earliest of European settlers and Viking traders. Other lore told of creatures many claimed as pre-dating the first humans. It had also been implied that other incidents like the mysterious death of Jonathan’s father Charles and Kimimela’s oppression by the dark influenced James’s youngest son.
Cletus shuddered against the warm weather and an image of his cousin Dorothy entered his mind. Knowing that she was no longer in this world left him with an empty void. On occasion, the cousins were able to communicate in dreams, which they had done throughout their early childhood. Right up until her night terror almost twelve years ago…
Despite growing up far apart, their bond and connection remained strong. On many occasions, both had the ability to sense when the other was in trouble.
As the events of two Novembers ago unraveled, Cletus was plagued with rather bizarre dreams involving Dorothy and a massive castle in Wallachia. While he didn’t have the same formal schooling as his cousin and her friends, he had still been taught generous amounts of reading, writing, geometry, history, arithmetic, and other subjects by his parents. He attended the small, one room schoolhouse from age four up until thirteen. From there, he continued studying independently. One subject that especially fascinated him was history. He knew that the Roumanian Castle Alexandru was inhabited by members of the Serban bloodline from the Houses of Basarab and Draculesti, lineages directly traced to Vlad the Impaler.
Just before Dorothy was forced to take leave from their natural world, Cletus felt a strong urge to confess his dreams of a young Gypsy girl to his cousin. At the end of their conversation, she implored that he phone her the following day. When he had gone to sleep later that night, he was falling into a series of disturbing dreams in which he saw his cousin and her friends making their way through a dark labyrinth that lead them into the realm of an ancient evil. After waking the following morning, he had an overpowering sense that life for him and his family would never be the same.
How right he was.
Over the last year and a half, Cletus replayed that final telephone conversation with Dorothy in his mind. He also remembered his father receiving a phone call from Tahatan after he, Matthew, Liz, and Father Louis returned from being missing for several days from Plains and their natural world. Liz was found in the Fleming Orphanage basement by Tahatan, Father Louis, and a devastated Matthew shortly after the men escaped the nether realm they had been thrown into. She had been brutalized, bearing injuries that were physical, mental, and emotional. Dorothy’s mother and Matthew’s wife was admitted to the hospital for her endured trauma.
Cletus knew that his uncle Matthew still struggled to cope with all that was taking place while caring for his wife. Fortunately, both seemed to be in a better place than they were a year ago. In Matthew’s last letter to Ronald, he told of how Liz was starting to form sentences again and was determined to learn to walk, cook, and all she had done prior to being abducted and tortured.
The chills rose higher on the young man’s arms as he recalled the first time he and his family visited Liz at the Blake property after the incident. While it was nice to see Matthew and Liz have wonderful support, witnessing her in such a state was devastating for all.
On the first night of that week’s visit, Cletus noticed his father, Uncle Matt, Uncle Joe, and Grandpa Gerard conversing with one another in rather hushed tones. The young man was unable to hear what was being said, though a cold darkness reverberated from their voices.
After breakfast the following morning, Cletus visited the Blake family burial site in the back field. He walked among the small cluster of headstones, stopping to view each one, starting with Charles and Emma. He then moved to the stones placed over the graves of Jonathan and Kimimela. In the many times that he had been back here, he found himself most drawn to the markers of his great-aunt Willow and great-uncle Charlie. Two headstones without bodies to rest beneath them.
Staring at the two markers, he became lost in the mystery surrounding Charlie and Willow. So much, that he barely heard his grandfather walk up behind him…
…Cletus was wrenched by the sound of someone clearing his throat. The young man turned around, his gaze meeting his grandfather’s.
Gerard Blake inherited much of his physical traits from Kimimela’s side of the family, though his grayish-blue eyes were of his Irish father and grandfather.
“Hello, Grandpa…”
Gerard greeted his grandson with a nod and rather tired smile before coming to stand beside him.
Cletus turned back to the headstones of Charlie and Willow, before shifting his eyes toward Aunt Amy’s:
Amy Violet Blake
Gone but never forgotten
1888-1905
Cletus glanced over at his grandfather, seeing the forlorn expression in the older man’s eyes. In the eighty-three years that he had been alive, Gerard experienced several painful losses. His daughter Amy being lost to unexplainable circumstances was among them. Anytime she was brought up in conversation (which was rare…as if the family was trying to avoid dwelling on at least one tragedy), a pronounced melancholy pierced the air.
“I have tried locating them all,” Gerard said, his voice slightly choked as he faced Charlie’s headstone. “As a young boy, your older brothers are so important to you. Second to your father, of course.”
Cletus nodded, understanding what his grandfather meant. As the youngest child of Ronald and Eunice, his older brothers Chayton and Raymond meant the world to him throughout his own childhood.
Gerard continued. “For Chaska…Charlie and I were the little brothers he needed to protect and look out for. For me, those two and my father all represented everything I wanted to be as a man.” He paused, appearing to recall a special memory. “Charlie was by far the most adventurous of us. I think he got an increased dosage of those particular genes that were prevalent in Mom and Dad when they were young. He was always getting into something and when the war between the North and South was around us, we all participated to a degree, but Charlie was quick to be a hero and enlist. And because many of the militia units in Illinois were becoming pretty desperate at one point, they were taking any able-bodied person willing to fight.”
Cletus took in his grandfather’s words before asking, “You haven’t been able to reach him at all?”
Gerard sighed. “I’ve had brief visions here and there. Some involve him among other soldiers at an encampment, others are of him charging across a battlefield. But one consistent vision that I have is one…where he is leading a group through a tunnel. That group could very well be soldiers on their way to ambush a Southern army, but I’m getting more of a leaning toward escape…as if he were helping people escape from danger. Maybe prisoners of war or runaway slaves or both…” The old man paused. “I have a feeling that…he died while doing this…or sometime shortly after…”
Gerard’s voice trailed off and both stood silent. Cletus was almost afraid to question any further.
Finally, the young man spoke. “I know Uncle Matt saw Willow in some dark void when he, Tahatan, and Father Louis were trying to help Dorothy. It sounds like Aunt Willow is somehow still alive…and as she was on the day she disappeared.”
Gerard nodded. “My sister has been lost and unreachable. Your Uncle Matt was the only one to have seen her in seventy years. We’ve all tried to place where he was taken that night, but of course to no success.”
Cletus frowned as another thought crossed his mind. “What would happen if she were to be brought back? I mean, would she instantly age to how old she would be today or grow normally from where she is?”
Gerard shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Maybe we can find out…I’m sure there’s a way…” Cletus’s voice trailed off when he saw Gerard’s ruddy complexion paled.
The young man froze before following his grandfather’s gaze back to Amy’s gravestone.
Cletus started to further question, but something in the air told him to listen. He focused on the grave, hoping to perhaps acquire some kind of a lead on Amy.
Almost instantly, a black void formed before him, followed by a vision of blood seeping into the soil. The images were violently snatched away, nearly sending the young man staggering backward.
As Cletus caught his breath, his grandfather was staring at him.
“You saw it too…” the old man said…
… In the last year, the great puzzle of the Blake family’s history had grown even more intricate and mysterious. In spite of everything, they all tried remaining optimistic. There was even talk of Matthew and Liz getting a place of their own and starting over once she was well enough. Uncle Matt and Aunt Liz were also looking forward to being grandparents, even if they couldn’t see or be near the child until a few weeks after the birth.
His cousin’s pregnancy was made known to him, as was her having to be sent to another realm. For Dorothy’s safety, and the safety of those with her, whereabouts could not be disclosed. As for Carl, he managed to talk the Elders into allowing him to go with her.
Since Carl’s own settling in that new realm, he acquired many allies on Council, including his longtime childhood friend, Jimmy Kratz, who was being trained and prepared to take a high-ranking position.
If Cletus closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough, he could see Dorothy in her new, temporary place of residence. It resembled a Medieval castle, yet seemed better equipped than some of the most medically advanced hospitals he knew of. His cousin was also starting to show being with child.
He thought back to all that happened with Dorothy and the Fleming property. What almost did happen to her. Maybe Aunt Amy wasn’t as fortunate… He ignored the morbid thought, pushing it back to the farthest region of his mind while trying to find relief in knowing that his cousin was safe.
Maintaining regular contact with Tahatan also helped, and Cletus had taken to communicating with Reginald and Gail Carr-Johnson, two of Dorothy’s close friends from Plains.
Reginald and Gail had been married for just over a year and were living in Pennsylvania close to where Tahatan lived. The couple tried visiting with the medicine man once a week. During those visits, more detail was discovered, found out, which was also being shared with Cletus.
After the earth-shattering events of that late autumn in 1931, Cletus found himself in need of support, particularly from those that knew and understood what was taking place. While his father Ronald did understand to an extent, Cletus needed conversation with those that had been present for all the bizarre and horrific events in Plains. Upon the young man’s request, Uncle Matthew gave his nephew the addresses to the Johnson and Carr residences.
Initially, Cletus was hesitant about reaching out. While he had briefly met Reginald and Gail during some visits to Plains, he didn’t know either very well. He decided that the best course of action would be in contacting Reginald first (the last thing he wanted was for the other young man to believe that he was stepping in on Gail). Cletus overcame his nerves and wrote to the other young man. He awaited a response, hoping that Reginald wouldn’t think it odd receiving a letter from him. To his relief, the other young man wrote back and didn’t seem to think the correspondence odd at all. In his first letter, Reginald also assured Cletus that regular communication was not a problem, even stating that he trusted Dorothy’s cousin with contacting Gail.
Throughout that following year, the three maintained their correspondence and Cletus even made a trip to Pennsylvania, visiting the Johnsons at their small apartment.
While he was out there, he saw the wonderful marriage shared by the newlyweds, including Reginald’s pride in watching Gail train for her aviators license. Her dark eyes were glowing as she climbed down from the aircraft and ran over to Reginald, who greeted his wife by scooping her up and kissing her. During that first visit, Cletus also brought word of Jimmy being recovered from Hell and Linda giving birth to their now one-year-old daughter, Meredith.
Jimmy and Linda eventually managed to repair their relationship and were living together in a chateau as he received schooling and training within the Sanctuary for the position he was to take on at Council. While it wasn’t completely understood by Reginald, Gail, or Cletus what exactly this Sanctuary and Council were, Jimmy’s current situation was a surprise to the two that had grown up with him. In high school, Jimmy was a rather popular football player who didn’t care to read much other than pulp thrillers and materials he was forced to for classes. Upon graduation, his plans were to marry Linda and inherit his father’s mechanics garage. Of course, those plans were thwarted and Cletus could hardly imagine the anguish and confusion being felt by the Kratz and Parker families.
As he continued his walk home, Cletus anticipated that Thursday evening when he would be taking his second trip out to Pennsylvania. Once again, he would be staying with Reginald and Gail at their apartment. There were also plans for the three to pay Tahatan a visit. With it being the summer solstice and almost ninety years since that fateful night in 1844, there was a restless stir in the air, a stir that they all could feel.
During that visit, he hoped to also work up the nerve to ask his father’s second cousin about the young Gypsy girl he had been dreaming of since he was a boy of ten. The girl whose name he still did not know despite his best efforts. By now, he guessed her to have about sixteen years in age and found her quite pleasing to behold. Her black hair complimented her light cocoa skin and golden eyes, and her pert figure was starting to make his groin tighten anytime he thought of it.
As his great grandfather Jonathan Blake had felt about his own beloved Sioux wife, Cletus believed that he was meant to be with this girl. He was certain that when the time was right, they would meet.
In addition to visions of the girl he wanted, there were times when an old woman also appeared to him. He figured this woman out to be the girl’s grandmother and sensed a sort of connection between the old woman and Dorothy’s husband. From what he understood and found out, his dream girl’s grandmother and a great grandfather of Carl’s had met once…
…An image of a mid-nineteenth century ship sailing over an ocean appeared before him. On the deck was a little girl, no older than ten years of age who appeared to be from a family of poor Romanichal immigrants. A family related to Jimmy. She was at the bow of the ship, looking out to the ocean while being held up by a young man with dark red hair and eyes as green as the Emerald Isle itself. The young man quirked up the side of his mouth, a gesture that reminded Cletus a little of Carl…
The image disintigrated, causing the young Ohio man to let out a jagged sigh. They all were connected to one another, as if their paths had long been predestined to be intertwined.
While such a thought offered some solace, Cletus still felt alone in not being able to tell any of his friends and peers why he never went further than two dates with the girls he took out. As of now, many young men Cletus had grown up with were going with girls, planning to marry and settle down. Even his older brothers lived nearby with their wives and each with a child of their own.
Cletus very much wanted a married life but could never see himself in a long-term relationship with any girl from his area. He had gathered enough courage to take a few out, but lack of connection and any emotional investment brought all promise of a relationship to a standstill. Mostly because of the Gypsy girl he saw every night.
He feared being thought of as crazy, along with endless jokes at his expense about having an imaginary ‘dream girl.’ Someone might even lock me up…
Although Ronald and Eunice (particularly Ronald) were open to things not of this world, Cletus felt that keeping his dreams of the Gypsy girl to himself for the time being was the best move. At least until I go to Pennsylvania in a couple days…
With that passing thought, an image of those abandoned Victorian buildings high on a hill appeared to him. Immediately, he recognized the old Fleming Orphanage. We need to go back…
Cletus flinched, having no idea what made him have such a thought. He tried shoving the idea away, but deep within his core, he could feel a force pulling him there.
Over the years, he learned to not doubt such intuition. Once arriving at said destination, reasons for being led there would reveal themselves. Father Louis would be there to help…
In an instant, an image of the priest seated inside his chamber at Gregory the Great Catholic Church appeared. The older man was not alone either as he was speaking with another middle-aged man, one who very much resembled Dorothy’s husband. A third man with a brown complexion and hair nearly the color of coal stood with his back against a wall. Luis Kratz…Jim’s dad…
Cletus’s steps ceased as he tried focusing on the intense conversation the three were having. He also recalled certain things about Father Louis that Reginald had mentioned in one of his letters. Just before proposing marriage to Gail two Valentines Days ago, Reginald was given reason to believe that the priest belonged to a genus or race similar with that of Dorothy and Jimmy. But there were never any other incidents after that one.
Cletus tried maintaining focus on the three men in the priest’s chamber, but the image was interrupted by a certain dark, stone castle overlooking a vast field close to thick woodland.
Castle Alexandru…
Blood started seeping out from the ground before the vision disintegrated to the air. After the images faded, Cletus jolted backward, finding himself standing outside the gate of his family’s home.
When did I…?
He glanced about his surroundings, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears as he tried in vain to remember having walked home, but all he could see was the menacing stone castle with blood red roofing.
Attempting to calm himself, Cletus opted to shrug off this one incident. His trembling ceased as he was comforted by the aroma of his mother’s cooking flowing out through the open windows.
He latched open the small gate that was in front of his home, content with pretending that he had simply ended another work day and nothing more. For the time being, he would not to dwell on what might need to be done during his pending visit to Pennsylvania.
Today was an ordinary day.
INTERLUDE
A CHILD’S NIGHTMARE
October 25, 1831
The boy stirred, still half asleep as faint whispers drifted close to where he lay. One of voice stood out among the rest, calling to him, drawing nearer until it was as loud as a clap of thunder.
He awoke with a start, sitting up and staring into the inky black as the voices ceased. Taking in deep breaths, he felt the chill in the still quiet.
When his eyes adjusted, he averted his gaze toward the floor. He knew what was downstairs and who was laid out in the parlor.
Slowly, the boy climbed out of bed, his bare feet touching the cold wood floor.
Shivering, he considered lighting a candle. At least it would add a little cheer. But he recalled his parents saying something about the current shortage on rather expensive wax. Thus, he braved the darkness.
Drawing in a breath, he moved through the second floor of the house, feeling an outside force pulling him toward the stairs. He descended, continuing his steps until reaching the parlor. He approached the chaise on which his older brother was laid out.
The boy’s vaporized breath was visible as he leaned over the young man’s corpse. As the child stared down at the dead twenty-one-year-old, the whispering started again. He turned around to see a shadow rise from the floor in a far corner of the room. The boy trembled as the dark mass increased in size.
A rustling from behind broke his stare. Slowly, he turned to see his brother, rising to sit with eyes wide open.
The boy was paralyzed with fright as the young man’s head slowly turned to face him. The corpse pointed to the corner in the room from where the shadow was rising. Then the boy’s brother’s jaw dropped, letting out a horrifying, choked scream…
…The little boy sat bolt upright up in bed, frantically looking about the cold dark room. Letting out a shaking breath, he willed himself to remain calm. His thoughts immediately went to his brother, who was now at seminary. Bewilderment filled him as he wondered of the reasons for having such a terrifying dream. As far as he knew, his brother was not at all ill and was doing well in training for the priesthood. He was about to graduate, among the best in his class.
The young one laid back down, but found it impossible to shake the remaining dread. For as long as the two were able to recall, he and his brother both experienced prophetic dreams. He hoped that this dream was merely symbolic of something other than the horror that it showed. Perhaps by joining the priesthood, his brother’s former self would symbolically “die” before being reborn once he was ordained.
As the child tried to focus on keeping this in mind, a noise from behind made him freeze. His breath grew rapid as he tried moving, only to find his limbs stiff. Something was creeping up on him in the dark.
The boy shut his eyes, praying for whatever it was to disappear. In the blackness of his tightly closed eyes, a landscape appeared before him, one engulfed in purple light. He also had a feeling of being pursued.
Finally, the scene disappeared and his eyes opened. His body trembled as he looked around to see who (or what) was in the room with him.
There was no one else.
October 22, 2017
Box Review: Adults & Crafts – September 2017
If you love crafts as much as I do, then you are going to love this next box. This box is called Adults & Crafts and it brings you a new DIY project every month! September’s project was woodburning, and I just had a blast. I hope you enjoy!
Much love,
Ashley
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I was so excited to receive Adults & Crafts because I love their mission! Bringing fun crafts to adults each month is a great way to de-stress while learning a new hobby.
Adults & Crafts comes in a large box that looks like a wooden crate! I love the style of the box, and how it influences connecting with others through crafts.
September’s theme was wood burning! I had never tried woodburning before, so I was excited to get started.
The kit came with wood coasters, a wood box, a wood block, and items to help with the wood burning process! The fact that the box came with multiple projects was a great way to be creative in different ways. For my first project, I decided to do the wooden box.
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The kit came with different designs for you to transfer to your projects, so I started with this lotus flower. I am very spiritual, so I plan on using this box for my crystals!
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Here is my box with the design transferred onto it.
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And here is my finished project! I loved working with the wood burner because it was like painting on the wood. I was able to shade different areas using different levels of pressure. I am thoroughly satisfied with my project and I can’t wait to do the other projects in the box!
Final Thought: Adults & Crafts is such an innovative way to try out different crafts each month! The box comes with enough projects for multiple people to participate, and it is a great couple or family activity. If you would like to try out new crafts each month with a box that brings you everything that you need, then you must try Adults & Crafts!
October 21, 2017
Trick or Treat Spooky Facebook Hop
I am excited to let you know that there is an awesome train of literary giveaways on Facebook right now! My Facebook author page is part of the Facebook hop, and there is quite a variety of other fantastic authors participating. Each author page that you visit is hosting a different giveaway, so you have the chance to win multiple prize packages!
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To start, visit my Facebook page and read the pinned post here.
The post will give you directions on how to enter my giveaway and how to access the other giveaways! The hop for this first round ends tomorrow, so make sure that you get your entries in today.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Ashley
October 18, 2017
Author Spotlight: C.L. Schneider
I wanted to talk a bit about an awesome indie author who you need to know. Her name is C.L. Schneider, and she is the author of The Crown of Stones Trilogy as well as Nite Fire. I originally met her at Brain to Books Con 2016, and I fell in love with her work as soon as I read her first book, The Crown of Stones: Magic-Price. C.L. Schneider’s writing brings fantasy worlds to life and you can’t help but get lost in them! You can view my reviews of some of her work below:
The Crown of Stones: Magic Price Review
The Crown of Stones: Magic – Scars Review
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C.L. Schneider recently released her newest book, Nite Fire, and I am just about to dig into it! If you love high fantasy and need some new fantasy reads, then you can’t go wrong with her work. She also just started a street team group on Facebook that you are free to join! If you want to stay in the loop on her work and the fantasy world, please do join below.
October 16, 2017
Book Promo: Single Rider by Skye Leah Collett
Here is another fun book for you to check out! It is called Single Rider by Skye Leah Collett. If you love intense chick lit, then you won’t want to miss this book!
Much love,
Ashley
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★(¸.•´ SINGLE RIDER
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This is a story about a woman named Kenzie.
A woman who knows what she wants and likes things just the way they are, thank you very much.
This is also a story about a man named Max. Max can be a real pain in the ass.
And finally, this is a story about Dash, ex-husband extraordinaire, who likes to get down to the Scissor Sisters and parties a little too much.
And Katie, the best friend who parties far too much and can expertly defend herself against sexual harassment accusations.
And Claudia, sister, mother and head of the school parent’s association, long time tea drinker. The chalk to Kenzie’s cheese.
And Michael, the one that got away.
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33413616-single-rider
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