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More from Benito…hopefully

Hi there everyone.

Recently my good friend John Quinlan has been sharing fabulous photos that have sent little sparks throughout my brain, sparks that I hope will turn into more from my favourite character ever, Benito. Now whether these sparks turn into a full length novel or just a series of short stories that I will share on here I don’t know but either way it is good to hear his voice again.

Now it would be unfair of me to speak of the fab pictures that John has been sharing but not share them with you so here you go…

I hope you enjoy the visuals that gave me back my Benito

In Silence (#Halloween2016)

Huge thanks to my fabulous friend AC for including me in this wonderfully wicked challenge. Was fun playing with words again and exploring the Darker Side of my dolls, for those of you that don’t know I have started creating horror themed dolls and the one in the post is one of mine. If you want to find out more about Lucy and her brothers and sisters head over to fb.me/moosmonsters before you do that though I hope you will enjoy my poem and the others taking part in this challenge.

Much love,

S.J xxx

The Cracked Lens View

She watched in silence

As her friend broke down

Too long she had seen her suffer

Too many times she had seen the bruises

The cuts and the tears

She waited in silence

Until her friend closed her eyes

The hurt and pain exhausting her

Leading her into yet another restless sleep

She knew it was time to end the pain

She left the room in silence

Watching carefully

Making sure no one saw her

She knew she had to find him

And end her friends pain

She journeyed in silence

For a hours before finding his home

Stealthily watching

Patiently waiting

Making sure he was alone

She entered in silence

Finding him asleep on the couch

The look on his face peaceful

No sign of anguish or sorrow

Unlike her friend

She struck in silence

Blood spraying from throat

Terror and pain finally on his face
Pain from the…

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Interview With John Quinlan – Model And Actor

Many of you will know that I used John as the inspiration for my character Benito in Aphrodite’s Fire, since then I have considered myself honoured to have John as a friend and because I know he has some big things happening in his life I thought it would be good to do another interview with him so that you, my lovely readers can find out what the future holds for my friend. So here it is, our interview.

I hope you enjoy reading and watching. I will add media links for you all to follow John at the end of the interview.

Thanks to my fabulous internet stalking skills (and that we have known each other for a while) I know quite a bit about your working past, but for those that don’t have my skills can you tell us how you got to where you are today? 

I basically started off in fitness and modeling in my late teens which kind of expanded as time went on. Along the way I was involved with some body building, professional wrestling and many different genres of modeling which included being a romance cover model. I was the most tattooed male romance cover model in the world 2013 and 2014. During my time as a male fitness model and competitor I connected with film director Jillian Bullock. She selected me for the role of United States Army Captain Jake Nixon in the upcoming movie, ‘A Sense of Purpose Fighting For Our Lives’ which is coming to theaters in November 2017.

Who have been the biggest influences on your life and the decisions you have made?

I have been blessed over the years to have had so many good people around me that I confide in for advice. To be quite honest with you SJ, if I had to say the biggest influences in my life it would have to be all those people who made it to the top of the planet who started at the ground up. Those who made it with hard work, dedication and sacrifice. They are the people who have earned respect from me and everyone all over the world.

Now you have retired from competing what does the future hold for you?

Being retired from competition now allows me to pursue acting as a full-time career. This is very exciting for me. I am very humbled and honored to say there are so many people who believe in me 100% as an actor. This includes director and producer Jillian Bullock who is one of my greatest inspirations and role models.

In your role as Captain Jake Nixon in A Sense Of Purpose, Fighting For Our Lives (view the trailer here – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMyLz0tkHUc ) you are quite frankly bloody terrifying. Did you find it hard to get into your characters frame of mind and did you have any special tricks to help you become so horrible?

Well first of all, thank you so much for saying that as my goal is for every viewer who sees me as the evil bad guy Captain Nixon to be terrified. Viewers will hate this man because he truly is a psychopath. People who have seen me in the demo reel teaser trailer with my co-star Tamara Woods as Nixon gave me some very nice reviews which I was very proud of. One thing they all say is that the character is the 100% opposite of the real John Quinlan. In real life I am a father and a kind person. Captain Nixon’s character embodies everything that is evil. I have had training as an actor from people around me and I think the ability to become this very nasty character as soon as a director yells action comes from my days in the world famous Killer Kowalski Professional Wrestling School. I was blessed to be trained by the legendary WWE Hall of Fame wrestler Walter “Killer” Kowalski. He forced me right from the start to learn how to cut a promo in front of guys that were colossal sized intimidating human beings. In the world of pro wrestling they call it, “going into character.” Mastering this skill from Walter is something special. I am truly proud to say not only was Killer Kowalski my teacher and mentor but also my friend. Rest in peace Walter, I thank you and I will never forget you.

Now for the fun stuff…

What is the one thing you can’t live without?

My three children

Do you listen to music when you workout and if so what do you listen to?

Anything very loud and upbeat to get my blood going. I love hardcore metal and bumping techno to be quite honest with you.

What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever done?

I farted in an elevator full of beautiful women. I am lucky because they thought it was one of them and not me which I thought that was hilarious.

You’re a new addition to the crayon box. What colour would you be and why?

I have noticed in the TV and film industry it is kind of classic throughout the course of time that the villain always wears black. So being a nasty villain like Captain Nixon in the upcoming movie, A Sense of Purpose Fighting For Our Lives, I will have to say the black crayon would suit me just fine.

What were you like in high school?

In high school I was a humble guy who played baseball and went to 4 proms. I have some sweet memories from those days.

What was the last thing you watched on TV?

The last thing I watch on TV was the movie, Goosebumps with Jack Black with my three children. I love Jack Black in that movie

Links

Website

Pinterest

Flickr

Fan Site

Twitter

I have to say a massive thanks to John for taking time out of his busy schedule to answer these questions.

Please show him your support.

Much Love,

S.J xxx

Coming Soon – More from John Quinlan #MaleModelAndActor

Hiya everyone!

Just a quick post to let you all know that I will be interviewing the fabulous John  Quinlan again in September, I know he has some pretty exciting things happening in his life at the minute and I can’t wait to share with you all, but until then here’s a truly gorgeous picture of my wonderful friend for you to enjoy

Guest Poet – G. Birkett

The other day I was approached by a lovely young lady, in her hand was a poem that she had to write as a project and I was so touched by what she shared with me I asked for permission to share with you all. She said yes and copied it out for me. I have had it in my hand since then but because of the topic I decided to hold it until now.

Why? Well today is the 100th anniversary of the Battle of the Somme and the first whistles sounded at approx this time (7.30am) I will leave you with the words of G. Birkett, if you enjoy could you please show your support of this young poet by liking and commenting, thank you…

 

One friend down

Many people underestimated her strength

however her stamina could reach all of its length

her eyes wide open – ears pinned back

she carried the soldier along the muddy track

the bangs and the thuds made her pace so much faster

with the voice shouting “forward” from her master.

But one stray bullet that an enemy triggered

he shouted “one friend down” and proudly sniggered.

She tried to stay steady with all her might

but she knew herself she wouldn’t last one more fight

her legs gave way and she fell to the ground

her life slipped away knowing her soldier was still around

the soldier knelt down beside her bloody mane

he whispered in her ear “till we meet again”.

© G. Birkett 2016

Hi Everyone!

I am so sorry I haven’t been around much recently, no excuses and yet loads of them lol.

Firstly I have been compiling another poetry collection, Passion, which will be released later this week (hoping Friday but it could be earlier), I will post more about this as soon as it is available. As well as that I have been busy plotting the next novel, I will be starting to write this tomorrow, or at least that’s the plan lol.

Then there’s the new poetry challenge that I am organising, I hope to have some seriously fabulous authors and poets taking part and sharing their work with you all. This will begin July 16th at 10am GMT. Hmm that reminds me I must contact a couple of people about this.

Aside from writing and organising I have signed myself up to do a 5k run for Cancer Research. I’ve gone from not really running to training hard to complete this which has been taking up my time but you know what? I’m bloody enjoying it although I’m not sure my knees are ;) This Sunday (July 3rd) I will be putting my best foot forward in a hope of beating my personal best and raising money for such a worthwhile charity. If anyone would like to sponsor me you can do so here http://www.justgiving.com/sallywarner5

As you can see I have been busy and that’s not including all the day to day stuff of being a wife and mother of three.

I hope you are all well and I will do my best to pop in more often just to let you know how things are going and maybe even post a poem or two in the future.

Till then, much love

S.J xxx

Guest Author – C.M Warner

My daughter had to write a story for her coursework, she was limited to a tight word count but this is what she came up with. I promised her I would post it on her so that she could get some feedback from you, my lovely readers ;) so here you go. I hope you enjoy, if you do please leave a comment and/or a like either here or on FB.

Much love and thanks,

S.J xxx

 

Almaria by C.M Warner

Moonlight bled through the heavy dark clouds. A thick, cold fog surrounded Almaria making it practically impossible for the young woman to navigate the uneven ground. Thorns from thick, overgrown brambles tore at her legs, seeming as if something was biting and clawing at her. Every twist and turn in the Wayward Forest looked the same, everfree trees loomed high over her making her feel small. The more she ran, the more panicked she became, the more she knew she had to escape. Escape the face that had been haunting her nightmares since she was twelve. The face of a creature so ancient, a being from a dark dimension, that went by the name Dolemore.

               Twigs and leaves tangled in her long, jet black curls as dirt and debris stained the hem of her ankle length, white nightgown. Tears of fear welled in her dark blue eyes as she continued to run; her breath appearing before her in the frigid air in short, ragged puffs.

               Due to the fog covering the ground Almaria failed to notice a log lying across her path, her foot slipped under the log as she ran forward. Pain shot through her left leg as she fell. She tried to stand but the pain made it almost impossible. Realising she could run no more she began to crawl as quickly as she could, dragging her injured leg behind her, yet still the fog made it impossible to see what was in front of her. The pain she felt was excruciating forcing her to stop crawling, leaning against a nearby everfree tree the world began to fade before her eyes. Tears of pain, fear and exhaustion blurring what little vision she had as she resigned herself to her fate being sealed, her escape now impossible. Dolemore had simply been waiting for her to exhaust herself, or worse injure herself in her attempt to escape his clutches.

               ‘I won’t fall asleep’ the young woman thought adamantly ‘I, Almaria Morlei, the last apprentice of the great and powerful Selsaf will not…’ She jerked her head in a poor attempt to wake herself up. ‘Will not… fall… asleep…’ Feeling her strength ebb away from her she gave in to her body’s demand, closing her eyes and drifting into the welcoming darkness, forgetting her fears of capture as the light faded from her eyes.

               When she woke she found herself staring up at a heavily decorated ceiling. Panic engulfed her body like a wave pulling her under. She sat up quickly and began to take in her surroundings. She was lying on a huge mahogany bed that was covered with red silk sheets; opposite the bed there stood a large, hand carved wardrobe. In the centre of the room there hung a beautiful crystal covered chandelier and in the corner of the room she saw something that startled and confused her… a small elfin girl.

               The girl has silvery blonde hair that fell to the floor, she was a dainty thing with the largest green eyes Almaria had ever seen and when she spoke her words came out in a flurry, “You are awake.” Although the words were spoken quickly the voice had a musical quality, twinkling and harmonious, as beautiful as the girl the words had fallen from.

               “Where am I? What is going on? Who are you?” Almaria hadn’t wanted all her questions to come pouring out at once and it appeared she had intimidated the girl before her for a brief moment. “You are in the castle of the late elf king Culard” her voice gained a cautious edge to it “You were brought here by the castle’s new lord and master, Dolemore.” The mention of his name caused a shiver to travel up Almaria’s spine. “And I am Lotia, I am gifted with The Sight” as she finished speaking Lotia smiled, showing a set of perfect, white teeth.

               Realising that the elfin girl meant no harm Almaria beckoned her closer. “Lotia you said…” taking a deep breath she choked out the rest of her sentence “Dolemore, when he brought me here what happened? Did you see?” The beautiful girl stared at her blankly for a few moments before answering. “He sat at your side brushing the twigs and leaves from your hair, humming the lullaby for the moon softly.” She felt her cheeks heat as she heard this but if the young girl noticed she didn’t mention it much to her relief.

               “I must go Dolemore will be eager to hear you have woken.” She stated before walking towards the door. Just as she was about to open it she turned and looked at the dark haired woman on the bed, her green eyes staring almost into her soul. “I have seen what will happen and I’m sorry.” Giving a sad smile the elfin girl left the room closing the door softly behind her.

               Alone, her thoughts swam in her head. ‘What now? Could she escape?’ Before she could even begin to formulate answers for either of her questions the door once again opened with a soft click.

               The light that shone from the corridor seemed to give the man in the doorway a halo but like him it was false. She could not deny that the man before her was handsome; he was tall and muscular with tanned skin. His hair was black and spiky and he had the deepest brown almost hypnotic eyes. Slowly he made his way across the room, his eyes drinking in the woman that lay before him. “You’re awake, good.” He sat down on the edge of the bed next to Almaria, as he placed his hand on her cheek she flinched away. Undeterred he leaned closer and whispered, “How’s that ankle, hmm?” As he spoke a golden light shot from his fingertips, threading its way towards her injured ankle before wrapping around the swollen joint. As the light faded so did the pain she felt. Turning her head away she refused to look him in the eye, if she did she knew she would never look away.

               “Now, now Almaria” annoyance laced the demon’s words, “Is that anyway to repay my kindness?” His hand reached out to turn her face towards his.

               “P-please let me go.” Almaria stuttered quietly, not out of fear but because he was so close to her.

               “Go?” Dolemore laughed loudly, “Why go? You can be a queen, if you stay.”

               “A queen?”

               “My queen” He breathed softly, placing his hand on her shoulder. Flushing a gentle pink she slowly and cautiously moved closer as he leaned in to her. A small voice resonated in her head, ‘Stupid girl, this is what he wants, you to fall under his spell. To corrupt you, this creature so foul he was banished from the nightmare realm. Cast out by The Nightmare lord, the most evil and feared demon of all. Wake up Almaria!’

               The voice screamed at her, a voice that seemed familiar but she didn’t have time to dwell on why as she felt his lips skim across hers. She realised her time was almost up; the creature from her nightmares was pulling her under his control. Reacting instantly she shoved him away from her, clambering off the bed she rushed to the door.

               “Such a shame” his eyes glistened maliciously “I tried to bring you to me willingly now I will force my control until you are mine!”

               Twisting the door knob desperately she tried to escape but it was no use the door was locked. Casting her mind back to her lessons with Selsaf she remembered an opening spell, turning to face the door she blocked the vision of Dolemore transforming. The once handsome man was growing taller, almost appearing to fill the room, his deep brown eyes changing to become a lively, fiery red. Raising her hands she called out the incantation, “Frebos hecate ambiento noros!” With the spell cast she risked a glance back into the room, watching in horror as his back split releasing huge, black, bat-like wings that extended from his shoulder blades. Just as the wings stretched out engulfing the room in shadow the heavy door burst open allowing her chance of freedom.

               Her dirtied, white nightgown rippled as she ran through the now dark, narrow corridors of the castle. However, despite her best effort to escape she seemed to get nowhere. Suddenly she heard a roar, a roar of certain death and no mercy, Dolemore’s battle cry. A surge of fear coursed through her, pushing her to run faster and harder. When he appeared in the corridor behind her he filled the narrow corridor, the look on his now demon face terrifying and merciless. With a wave of his taloned hand she was thrown by an invisible force into a suit of elfin armour, blood dripped down from a fresh cut to her head landing on a shiny elfin sword, as the east ran towards her the sword glowed with silver light. Feeling a sudden rush of courage she picked up the sword, staggering to her feet she pointed the weapon at the charging demon. He leapt forward as if not seeing the sword, knocking Almaria to the floor. His blood red eyes widened and he staggered backwards with the sword impaled deep in his chest.

               An agonising roar tore from Dolemore, seeming to shake the castle’s very foundations as he pulled the sword from his vast chest. Blood poured from the wound as he collapsed to the floor, there his eyes searched for Almaria, eyes filled with pain and fear. Trembling she walked closer, watching as he once again transformed into a man. Kneeling down beside the once feared demon she ran her fingers through his hair, softly singing the final words of the lullaby he had hummed to her.

               “And know not of heartache, fear nor gloom, when I dream I’ll, I’ll fly away to meet you soon, sleep, sleep, sleep.” With one last shuddering breath the man before her grew still. The demon she had feared yet loved was dead. With his death the sun would finally rise over the land of eternal darkness.

Free Books!

From tomorrow until March 18th you will be able to get two of my poetry collections for free!

From The Heart – http://mybook.to/FromTheHeart

Synopsis 

In this collection of poetry and prose S.J takes a step away from the erotic and explores all different aspects of love, life and heartbreak as well as taking a trip into the mystical. Let her lead you through life and emotion with poetry that comes straight from her heart.

Poetica  – http://mybook.to/Poetica

Synopsis

Explore this sinfully, delicious collection of passionate prose and poems that will stir your appetite for the sensual and awaken a taste for the erotic and exotic. As one reader said, “Let S.J’s words transport you to a world of erotic sensuality so enthralling you will be unwilling to leave”. This collection contains adult themes throughout and therefore is NOT intended for minors.

Liverpool Pop-Up Signing

Hiya everyone!

Just a quick bit of news for you all.

Next Saturday (March 19th) there is a pop-up signing taking place at The Park Hotel, Netherton, Liverpool. You can attend this signing for FREE but you will have to be quick as there are only a few tickets left.

There will be 30 authors in attendance (full list of confirmed authors below), they will be joined by a couple of mighty fine models, more about those below as well.

If you wish to get a ticket and join us at what is going to be a fabulous event then you need to head on over to http://liverpool2016.eventbrite.co.uk remember tickets are free but should you wish you can donate to Alder Hey Childrens Hospital on the day.

Now I know you want to find out who is attending so here is a full list of attending authors (please go follow them on Facebook,Twitter, Amazon, Goodreads and any other social media platforms you can think of).

Annie Hughes

Carrie Anne Ward

D Breeze

Hayley Oakes

Isobelle Cate

JF Holland

Jade West

Jaimie Roberts

Jo Raven

Kirsty-Anne Still

Kym Grosso

LA Cotton

Leigh Stone

Line F Nielsen

L Grubb

LP Lovell

M.B Feeney

Martin Tracey

Michelle McLoughney

Mina Carter

Morton Morelli

Muriel Garcia

Neil Winnington

Nicola C Priest

RJ Thompson

Samantha Harrington

Scarlett Flame

S.J Warner 

Stacy McWilliams

Susan Elle

Victoria Howard.

Confirmed Models (so far)

Stefan Northfield 

Stu Reardon

Hope to see you there.

Much love,

S.J xxx

Welcome To My Library

Welcome to my library

A special place

You’ll see

For each and every story

Is special to me

Come let me take you

On a journey

To wondrous, magical lands

Or let us explore

You deepest, darkest fears

Sit down my child

And listen

Close your eyes and let

Your mind conjure up images

As words fill your head

Feel your heart beat quicken

As the story

Takes a twist

Down the path of terror

Into the deepest mist

The cold seeping over flesh

Sinking into your bones

Your eyes

Flicker open, gasps fill the room

As the story comes to life

See my hand reach for you

As the room slowly fades

The nightmares

That had plagued your sleep

Appear before your eyes

Welcome to my library

A special place

You’ll see

For here you will remain

Trapped here with me.

© S.J Warner 2016.

(Picture sourced from Pinterest).