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“Lilith’s Dominion” by Y. Correa is out.

Hello Dearies,

Today I am celebrating the release of “Lilith’s Dominion” by Y. Correa. I will cut down on the hype talk and just let the book do the speaking for itself.

Blurb:

When Lilith fails to comply with the plans of Man and The Creator, she is punished to an existence that costs her the fruits of humanity. Every moment becomes a never ending spin cycle of memories mirroring profound loss, recalcitrant rage, and immeasurable suffering.

During a Halloween party at the Arcadia Chateau, the blue-green eyed brunette Jet leaves an impression which shatters the equilibrium of Lilith’s cloud of darkness. Is this a temporary aggravation or the start of a much needed resurrection—the fire of love in a heart iced with hurt?

Excerpt:

It is believed that before the Genesis of the human age, Adam had a wife … a first wife; Lilith.

Created from the same ground from which Adam was molded, Lilith proved to be a bit more than his subordinate.

She was his equal.

Legend has it that Lilith was strong willed, independent and unyielding. All of the things that Adam did not want in a wife.

Red hair, sensual curves and red-brown eyes, Lilith was voluptuousness in the form of a woman. Passion, ardent and burning vitality. Lilith considered herself Adam’s compeer in every way—second to none and nothing.

What Adam hated to admit was that Lilith was his weakness, his burning desire, and his fierce, iniquitous poison. As much as he wanted her, he also hated her. It was her authority that continually dominated him, and her lasciviousness that seduced him. He was less of a man when he was around her, yet he also could not feel more empowered.

Adam realized that his obsession with Lilith was a lecherous enthrallment and nothing more, for he could not love her. Neither could he be her master. This was the problem. Adam’s job was to be in control, to be the head. The leader of Lilith and all of their descendants. For this, the Creator had made him.

Yet, around her—Lilith—he was nothing more than a groveling, dribbling, insecure excuse for a man. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and this suited her just fine.

Adam, not so much.

This was not what the Creator had mandated. Not what he intended when making them both. He needed Adam—level headed and trustworthy—to be in charge. However, with the ever present seduction of Lilith, this wouldn’t be possible.

Something must be done.

The sound of a single long nail clicking against a hardwood table was all that could be heard in the room. Why? Because all of the noise and commotion was in her head.

Voices, memories, flashing thoughts. Chaos! Nothing more and nothing less.

The upsurge of rampant thoughts caused her mouth to slap with thirst—suck her teeth in upheaval. Lilith’s thirst was soon to be quenched, she was certain. She’d already made the preparations. Yet, the riot that was Lilith’s unending trail of assaulting musings would probably never be quelled.

The light of night poked through the monumental stained glass windows. One ray in particular beamed across the room, perpendicular to its point of origin, then ricocheted from a mirror to shine a slender bright stream of yellow-orange light on the table. The thin beacon glowed not too far from where her hand tapped an agitated finger.

The room was enormous and regal, yet devoid of any exuberance. Filled with scarce furnishings—the mammoth hardwood table and the innumerable chairs that surrounded it. Old, decrepit paintings adorned the walls.

The air was stifling, consumed by the scent of mothballs, molded and aged wood.

How did I get here? Lilith’s thought, although in her mind, seemed to echo through the stretch of the empty room.

“Madam, your supper is ready,” squealed Lilith’s faithful attendant, though indubitably pitiful as he was, whilst walking in. The aged, wooden double doors screeched upon his opening them. Then, he closed them, without as much as a glimpse back. His skin had not seen the light of day in so long that it had lost its color. A peculiar shade of tan-gray, wrinkled and rough, was all that remained.

Throughout the years, Demetrius had become an old, dilapidated, fragile corpse of a man—feeble and haggard, yet faithful. Lilith considered that while his situation was different than hers, at least they shared the apathetic hue of their skin color, albeit not her extraordinary good looks.

“Bring it in, Demetrius. Leave it,” replied Lilith as she waved a hand in the air, with little to no regard whatsoever. Completely detached from human emotion and void of fascination. She couldn’t help herself. All her vitality had been lost eons ago.

“Yes, Madam,” responded Demetrius, then nodded his head and bowed out of the room. Seconds later he pulled in a frightened brunette, who was so dismayed that she’d lost all fight and merely shivered and sobbed uncontrollably. Demetrius, grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair and tossed her on the ground in front of Lilith. “Your supper my lady.” he said subserviently, then bowed out of the room once more.

Lilith wasted no time whatsoever and with the blink of an eye had the girl trapped, her fangs sunk into the girl’s main artery. The one located between the thighs—Lilith had long since grown tired of the neck. It was too convenient and she craved a bit of excitement, rare as it was.

Moments later, the girl’s life blood had been drained and all that remained was a naked, pale carcass.

Lilith stood to her feet uneventfully, sighed deeply, dusted her hands and then took a seat once again in her favorite chair.

With that, her mind whirled into its turbulent incongruity yet again.

You can get your copy today!

Author Spotlight: Beem Weeks

Hello Dear Friends,

Today I am giving a Spotlight to an outstanding author and amazing columnist, Beem Weeks. He is a member of the All Authors Family, and has a column in the Magazine called “Short Story Station” and trust me when I tell you that it’s a column you don’t want to miss.

Okay … I will shut up now and let you bask in the awesomeness that is Mr. Beem Weeks.

Author Bio:

Beem Weeks is the author of short stories, poems, essays, and novels. Among his literary influences he counts Daniel Woodrell, Barbara Kingsolver, and Stephen Geez. A pop-culture trivia buff, Beem’s passions include indie films, loud music, and a well-told story. He has also penned a collection of short stories entitled Slivers of Life.

Blurb:

While all of Mississippi bakes in the scorching summer of 1925, sudden orphanhood wraps its icy embrace around pretty Emily Ann “Baby” Teegarten, a young teen.

Taken in by an aunt bent on ridding herself of this unexpected burden, Baby Teegarten plots her escape using the only means at her disposal: a voice that brings church ladies to righteous tears, and makes both angels and devils take notice. “I’m going to New York City to sing jazz,” she brags to anybody who’ll listen. But the Big Apple—well, it’s an awful long way from that dry patch of earth she’d always called home.

So when the smoky stages of New Orleans speakeasies give a whistle, offering all sorts of shortcuts, Emily Ann soon learns it’s the whorehouses and opium dens that can sidetrack a girl and dim a spotlight…and knowing the wrong people can snuff it out.

Jazz Baby just wants to sing—not fight to stay alive.

 

Billy Blood moved like shirtless mortal sin through Aunt Frannie’s backyard garden, working hard at that nub of a stump he intended on having gone long before suppertime. Above his head the sky had gone black with the bruise of thick angry clouds that promised cool respite from that sticky heat clinging to my skin like an old set of long johns.

I watched from the kitchen window, taking care not to be seen. Lord only knows all the foolish ideas he’d string together after catching me spying.

’Cept I had a few ideas of my own needed expressing.

“What time does he take lunch?” I dropped onto a chair at the breakfast table and fixed on the colored girl.

Suspicion, like those storm clouds, gathered in Neesie’s dark eyes. “What you want with him? Ain’t good for nothin’ but trouble.”

True enough. Everybody in Rayford knew that much about Billy.

But I still needed him.

“You mind yours and I’ll mind mine,” I said, spreading the morning paper across the table.

Neesie dipped into the laundry room, fell away from my sight long enough to let me have a better gawk at that Choctaw boy.

He’ll do it, I convinced myself, creeping through the back door. Offer the boy a dollar and he’ll jump at my plan.

I crossed the yard without any real sense of what I might actually say to convince him to see things my way. I mean, suppose he expected something that costs more than a dollar? Something intimate, personal.

The thwack of the ax echoed off the back of the house. Billy raised it again and slammed it hard against that stubborn stump like he and it had gone round and round in some long-standing feud not likely to see a conclusion anytime soon.

I stayed back a good piece, avoiding the splintering wood raining down on the area closest to Billy. “Where’s that goat?” I asked, scanning the azaleas for movement.

Billy stopped mid-chop and fixed me with a look meant to run me off. “Ain’t got time to chatter, Teegarten.”

“Wanna earn a dollar?”

That got his attention.

He tossed the ax aside and fished a handkerchief from his hip pocket. “Doing what?” he asked, wiping at his forehead.

I moved in closer, just to show I meant this to be our secret. “Go tell Addison Markley I need a word with her.”

Billy wanted more than a dollar for what I was asking. I could tell by the way his eyes dropped to my legs—bare beneath a new lemon-yellow sundress—and did a slow sashay up the length of my body, settling on the small swell of my breasts.

“Tell her yourself,” he said, snatching hold on his ax again. “I have work to do.”

“It’s too far to walk,” I complained. “Besides, it won’t take you but a few minutes to drive over.”

Billy spun on me like maybe he’d got confused over which way the stump went. “And suppose her daddy’s there. You think I wanna catch a bullet over his stupid daughter ain’t got sense to know she’s a girl?”

“He won’t be there.” I lied, but New Orleans counted on my meeting with Addie. “He’ll be out at his still.”

“Can you guarantee that?”

I couldn’t, even though my nodding head claimed I could.

Sweat shined his upper lip like it meant to water a dark mustache—if only the Injun had the wherewithal to actually grow one.

“Fine,” he said, returning to his feud with that old stump. “Gonna cost more than a measly dollar, though.”

I figured as much—him being Billy Blood and all.

“How much?” I asked, though I reckon I already had a good count of the cost.

Thwack! went the ax.

“You ain’t that dumb, Teegarten,” said Billy.

Okay then. This is how it had to be. “How far you aiming to go?”

The Devil’s grin caught hold on Billy’s lips.

It made perfect sense, this taking place in a garden.

Billy leaned the ax against his adversary. “Some kissing, I guess. Maybe a little touching.”

Those dark clouds overhead expelled a low rumble. A cool breeze tossed my hair into a delicate dance. A lone drop of rain kissed my bare shoulder.

“Can you handle that, Teegarten?” He drifted in close to me, so subtle in his intentions. Those long thin fingers stroked my cheek, caressed my lips. “I mean, if you ain’t ready for… stuff…”

“Monday morning,” I blurted, pulling away from his touch, his salty odor. “But you have to go tell Addie,” I hollered over my shoulder, scamp-ering for the house. “I need to see her right now.”

Neesie drank up that whole scene from the kitchen window, didn’t even try to hide the fact she’d been spying. “A head full of nasty ideas, that boy,” she said to nobody in particular.

I stumbled into my seat at the table, made like I had an interest in what the newspaper had to say. Couldn’t hide my shakes, though. My hands trembled like an old drunk gone new on the wagon.

Billy’s sudden touch stirred up all sorts of tingles and warm spots on my body, made the pits of my arms wet with sweat. Ain’t no boy ever conjured that from me before.

Not even Jobie Pritchett.

I cleared my throat, prayed my voice wouldn’t be lost, or stretched too thin. “He ever try anything with you?” I dared ask.

Neesie hoisted a basket of clean laundry atop the table and gifted me with her best smile. “He do to you what he done to me, he g’wan have two girls chasin’ him.”

Sessions with C. Desert Rose: Author Bucket List

Hello Everyone!

It’s that time again for “Sessions with C. Desert Rose”. Today’s Fan Question is “What items make up your Author Bucket List?“.

Hmmm … this is a good question because I’ve never really thought about it. I mean really, how many authors think about a bucket list? Then again, maybe a lot of them do and I’m the odd ball out. Who knows for sure.

Nevertheless, I have to answer it. So, here goes.

If I could list all of the things I’d like to accomplish as an author before I die they would be as follows:

Write a book of essays.
Get an award of some kind on one of my books.
Write an anthology of paranormal short stories.
Become recognized somehow as a “notable” paranormal author.
(Pushing the envelope here, but …) Have any one of my books turned into a movie.

I’m a really modest and realistic person, so bullet number five is more wishful thinking than anything. Nevertheless, as uneventful as my bucket list might sound, that’s about it. If I am able to accomplish at least 4 of those 5 things, then I’d be a happy camper.

 :)

Rosie

It’s OUT! #DemonessEnchanted

Welcome!

Today we are celebrating the official release of “Demoness Enchanted”, Book Two of the Fate’s Endeavor Series.

Blurb:

Normalcy, was not a word recognized by Zita. Her entire life was nothing, if not abnormal. Her family, herself, her entire existence, all of it; unnatural. Yet, to her it was nothing but the truth of her actuality. Such, was her life—making it to her normal, as she knew nothing else. Still, it was what made her whom and what she was … a hybrid!

Roman; a witty, silver tongued young man with an average life. He looked forward to finishing High School and thereafter going on a missionary trip to Brazil. He knew that something special awaited him there. What he didn’t know was exactly how special it was.

Fate’s endeavor is Fate’s design, and Fate’s design is unlike any humanity has ever known.

Demoness Enchanted, the story of two completely different beings and the scheme which destiny has preordained for them.

The Fate’s Endeavor Series, surpassing the emotional fabric of angels and demons and delving into the delicate threads which infuse Fate’s tapestry.

Excerpt:

I no longer saw any use in keeping track of time—it was nothing to me anymore.

Useless.

In actuality, everything was nothing to me now.

The void that consumed my heart was not an innate part of me. Melancholy was my mind. Malevolence, my spirit. Anger, my breath.

I pondered on how things changed just like that. How one moment in a being’s life could make all things different.

This was my life now.

Zita, the demon.

The children were the only exception to that rule. They were innocent; did not ask to walk the face of this miserable planet. Like me, they’d been pushed into something that was not of their own choosing. They were my only concern now. Some time back, I’d located an abandoned building and made a home for the children and I in it. No one knew we were there, and no one ever would. It was an old, haggard, battered place, but it had four walls and a roof. That was better than beaten, wet boxes. I’d taken care of making it habitable.

My secret had been well kept. I made sure of it.

I toyed with the wicked at my whim. Took the very last cent that they carried in their pockets, then made sure that the deed was completed by their own hands—a deed that I’d prompted them to commit. Their termination.

Perhaps I was wrong. Yet, the people I ended were even more reprehensible than I.

Immediately after my nightly hunt, I’d return to the makeshift home I’d created for us, and take care of them.

They need a mother. I shall be that mother.

I had heard through the grapevine that there would be a missionary group coming to town sometime soon. Little did I realize that it would be so soon. I couldn’t help but wonder what their true intentions were—these missionaries. If I so much as suspected that they had sneaky plans, I’d take care of them myself.

Early morning peeked through the horizon—golden hues of sunshine beamed over the hills and plains of Feijo. The sun made her entrance like a Queen over her people, raising her fanciful scepter, bright and majestic. Roosters announced her arrival, like nature’s heralds, crowing loudly for all of the world to hear.

The richness of the sun’s auspicious rays slowly grazed over the extent of Feijo, little by little turning the purple shades of night into the orange blush of morning.

From within the bounds of the gray, peeling walls, and enormous windows of our large room, I heard giant trucks running down uneven roads. People jargoned loudly and scrambled around to get to their morning rituals. Market owners prepared their kiosks, making them ready for the day’s business. All of the commotion could be heard from within the thin shabby walls of our provisional home, for provisional it was. At least until I had gathered together enough money to give the children something better.

The smell of freshly baked bread came wafting in through the open windows which helped fully awaken me, and in turn, the remnants of the children that still slept.

I could hear a little boy running and yelling down the road, “They’re here! They’re here!” he called euphorically.

Hmm, so they are here, I thought. This will be interesting.

“Josue, go see what’s going on.” I instructed when I saw Josue getting out of bed.

He immediately jumped out of the bed to wash his face, then quickly ran out the door.

“Children; wake up babies,” I said softly as I shook Leilani tenderly. It was a joy to see their innocent eyes opening every morning. Gratitude displayed in the joyous smiled on their faces as they awoke in an actual bed. Although tattered mattresses on the floor, this was better than a cold, damp, ransacked cardboard boxes lined up in dark alleyways.

Anything is better than that.

“Let’s go see what these missionaries are up to.” I said tenderly.

“Okay.” little Leilani grumbled.

“Alright sweetheart,”

“Do you think they will have food?” she asked.

“I hope so baby,”

“Do you think that they will share?” Leilani was so young, so naive. She lost her parents at the hands of a brutal, vicious police officer. She had no family left to care for her. It was Leilani against the world, much like me. I had to protect her. She was only five!

Furthermore, like I had once been, she too was so innocent, so guiltless. She needed someone to care for her. I had no one and I would not let that happen to her. I had to learn the hard way and I would free Leilani from that miserable grief.

“Yes Ani, if they are as nice as all the other children say they are, I think that they will share,” I replied more so for her benefit than mine. “Alright Ani, let’s get you washed up and dressed.”

“Okay.” She dragged, her sweet voice heavy with sleep.

Would you like to savor the entire story from the start? Then pick up a FREE Kindle copy of “If Death Should Love Me, Fate’s Endeavor Book One“, TODAY!

Now, don’t delay. Go and get your copy of “Demoness Enchanted” and “If Death Should Love Me” TODAY!

2 at the price of 1!

Just one word: WOOT!

Alright, as if I hadn’t talked about it enough, I am going to talk about it a little more.

It is “Demoness Blog Tour Week”! WOOT!

In order to not overwhelm you with stuff and hype, I’m just gonna let the story do the talking. With that said, all I’m gonna share is an excerpt. BOOM!

“I propose that we form an alliance. We have a mutual problem that needs fixing. I believe that our work together would be beneficial for both parties involved.” Tievel’s words were as poisonous as any venom, yet the smoothness therein was highly persuading. This was his nature—toxicity absolute. Tievel was a brainwashing and deceiving creature, and he did it well, “What say you to my proposition, Uriel?”

Uriel was no fool. He was as old and astute as time itself, yet time had no effect on him. Uriel had fought alongside the likes of Gabriel and Michael, a deity of massive virtue, clout and wisdom. Uriel was The Bearer of Light, Fire and Wisdom. Not remotely the simpleton that Tievel suggested he was.

Uriel was ravishing! All muscle, hair the color of the sun and fire which fell to his shoulders in spirals. A chiseled and strong face that made him look like an ancient Greece sculpture. Well-kempt facial hair. Ruby red eyes, strong and fiery, which resembled a comet entering the atmosphere. He dressed in robes and jewelry, most of which were purple, red and gold.

Uriel was a reactionary, only speaking when completely necessary and when he did speak, his words surged with power.

Uriel considered the proposal, then finally gave his answer. “Yes.” His voice, tenor and authoritative.

“Well, that is grand. Quite the news it is indeed.” Tievel replied, “Shall we expedite our plan, then?”

“First, tell me why.”

Tievel responded, “Some years ago, my only son fell in love … with a human. As you know, this is not licit for our kind. This ‘love’ produced a child. She is not like our kind. She in neither human nor preternatural. She is something else entirely; a creature! An abomination!” Unwillingly, Tievel’s lips twitched and his voice rose with the last sentence. Tempering himself he went on “… One which can bring harm to mortals and immortals alike. This is why I ask for your allegiance. Our combined strengths are sure to end this threat. Do you understand?”

Uriel nodded. “What can she do?” he asked simply, not knowing for sure if she had abilities or anything of the sort.

“She can live among humans with no difficulty; blend in like a chameleon. She also bares the powers of my kind. Furthermore, in being half human it is hard to determine what she might truly be capable of. You know how chaotic these humans can be …!”

“Very well.”

“Now, shall we …?” extending a hand, Tievel invited Uriel into the hall to look through his cauldron. Together, they walked through the doorway, side by side.

Suddenly, Uriel summoned his sword, and like a flash his fiery sword was pressed against Tievel’s throat, the blaze purposefully extinguishing in the instant it touched skin. “If you are lying to me Encantado, I will kill you.”

Slowly, Tievel lifted a hand to the sword and carefully moved it down. “I will assure you that this is nothing but the truth.”

In his quarters Tievel kept a speculum which reflected the goings on in other realms—a mystical cauldron. Momentarily, they were both looking into the magical cauldron.

So, don’t miss out on the official release, coming February 26th, 2016!

_________ For President

I am the first to admit that I’m not the most political person on the planet. As a matter of fact, I can honestly do without. However, with the immense buzz around this year’s electoral candidates, I can’t help but put in my 2 cents.

So, involuntarily I’ve been following the news on the hubbub about the candidates; their ups, their downs, their ins and out. It’s all very blasé if you ask me, but that’s neither here nor there.

I like to think of myself as “uncompromised” when it comes to my party of choice.

You ask?

Well, because I don’t let any party influence me. I have a mind of my own and make it up accordingly. I’m not compromised by any notions of any party but make my choices for myself.

And, if I were to be completely honest, I have the MOST UNSCIENTIFIC WAY of making up my mind EVER!

I make my decision based on “VIBE”. Yes, that’s right. If a candidate gives me good vibes, then he or she is a go. If I get bad vibe, then guess what? Yeah, I think you got the drift.

So before I get into what I really want to talk about, let me go ahead and give you a quick breakdown of my thoughts on our current candidates from all parties.

The main candidate left on either party are:

My “vibes” are as follows:

Donald Trump: Hell Nope!

Ted Cruz: Nope

Marco Rubio: Nope

Bernie Sanders: Ehh, maybe.

Hillary Clinton: Hell Nope!

‘Nough Said.

Now, onto what I really wanted to cover in this blog post.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a dream! A dream to one day see the unexpected. A dream that we are all created equal.

Wait a minute … why does that sound familiar? :o LOL #kidding

No, but seriously though, there are some things that I’d love to see transpire in modern day politics before I die … whenever that is.

One day, before I grow old and die of natural causes (yes, I had to put that in there. *knocking on wood*) I would love to see someone from the LGBT Community in the Oval Office.

Side Note: Please let it be known that I have no aversion to a woman being president, as a matter of fact I would love that. But, I just don’t want THAT woman to be president. I dunno, there is something off putting about her aura. I just can’t. She gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Do you know what else I’d like to see in changed of this great nation? I’d love to see a government ruled by THE PEOPLE! Got-dog-it! We don’t matter for shit in this country anymore. These bureaucratic assholes that make the big choices have ruined what little goodness we had left in this country and gave it to the millionaires.

Us, they spat on.

Maybe one day we will see a change.

And you know what else? I would love to see a presidential cabinet that is truly multicultural and diverse. And I don’t mean the people that “look the part” but are really just a cover for the fact that nothing has changed.

I don’t ever think we are going to be a truly FREE NATION until we are an EQUAL NATION. That still remains to be see.

So yeah, maybe one day we will …

Voted FOR the people, BY the people … not the pencil-pushing, desk jockey, millionaire, tightwads that rule the nation today.

Man, do I pray that before I die, I get a “good vibe”.

The Cover! #Woot!

Okay, so I am certain that I’m being biased. Frankly, I don’t care. But today I get to show you all the cover to my upcoming novel, “Demoness Enchanted”!

In 2014 I released “If Death Should Love Me”, the first installment into the Fate’s Endeavor Series.

Blurb:

A dull roar, that’s all I could hear. Souls, that’s all I could see… So many people. Some good, some bad. Some breathing, some barely breathing. All souls. It was funny what you could see when you stood in the middle of the Emergency Room. Who survived, who didn’t. All of them, every one, a soul. A soul for the taking.

So begins your introduction to the floating, clustered world of souls that will have such influence on Sophia, the young Puerto Rican-American girl who has just lost her closest ally, her grandmother, “Abuela”. It is just after the funeral, at the cemetery, where Sophia meets the tall, almost angelic man who will play the most unexpected role in her life.

A love story. A fantasy. An adventure. If Death Should Love Me tells a tale of “fate” far beyond the normal meaning of that little four letter word. How else would you explain why Sophia wonders what would happen If Death Should Love Me?

Now, after a very long wait, I can celebrate the impending release of Part 2 of the Fate’s Endeavor Series, “Demoness Enchated”.

Normalcy, was not a word recognized by Zita. Her entire life was nothing, if not abnormal. Her family, herself, her entire existence, all of it; unnatural. Yet, to her it was nothing but the truth of her actuality. Such, was her life—making it to her normal, as she knew nothing else. Still, it was what made her whom and what she was… a hybrid!

Roman; a witty, silver tongued young man with an average life. He looked forward to finishing High School and thereafter going on a missionary trip to Brazil. He knew that something special awaited him there. What he didn’t know was exactly how special it was.

Fate’s endeavor is Fate’s design, and Fate’s design is unlike any humanity has ever known.

Demoness Enchanted, the story of two completely different beings and the scheme which destiny has preordained for them.

The Fate’s Endeavor Series, surpassing the emotional fabric of angels and demons and delving into the delicate threads which infuse Fate’s tapestry.

Now, since I can barely wait anymore …

Here is the cover!

It Just Came Out! Come Look!

Hello and salutations!

Today, we would like to welcome you to the official book release celebration of “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality“.

Not many anthology collections can say that it is composed of the best Indie and Traditionally published authors on the market today. “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” is the culmination of the combined efforts of Award Winning, Amazon Best Selling and Up and Coming Authors works. Yet, it is more than that. “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” is the examination of the theme question “What force drives your spirit?” It is the interpretation of the element of air. It is even the collective talents of spectacular writers in various genres. Inside “Concordant Vibrancy 2’s” pages you will find various translations of the main topic, every one guaranteed to satisfy people from all walks of life.

“Concordant Vibrancy 2” analyzes things such as:

Introspection

Choice

Discovery

Decision

Change

Acceptance

Order

and, Reflection

Every one an important link to the force that drives our spirits.

Tarry no longer and pick yourself up a copy of “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” brought to you by All Authors Publications and Promotions.

Cover Reveal: CV2 By AAPP

Hello and Welcome to the celebration of the “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” Cover Reveal. Before we show you the cover, first we’ll tell you a little bit about the book.

BLURB:

All Authors Publications & Promotions is pleased to bring you the second installment of the Concordant Vibrancy collection, “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality”.

This compilation of short stories and essays demonstrates the fusing of talented and sui generis works by eight amazing writers. Contrasting in genre and writing style, each piece is a wonderful representation of the theme question; What moves your spirit?

Enjoy “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” and see what moves your spirit.

“Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” is coming soon, so don’t miss out on the opportunity to grab a copy of this collection upon its release! Now, without further ado, we would like to introduce you to the Cover of “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” a collaborative work by the members of the All Authors P&P Family.

Take a sneak peak at the “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” Teaser Trailer.

So, How’d My Year Go?

So … I’m supposed to do some sort of report as to how my year went. Damn, that’s a challenge if I ever heard one!

I guess what I really have to figure out is how I’m going to do this. Like, should I do a month to month break down? Should it be written essay style? Like a book report? Shoot, I dunno. I’ll wing it, I guess.

2015 First Quarter:

I was part of “Concordant Vibrancy 1: Unity” with my short story “Her A to Z”.
Got a new email address. The old one just wasn’t cutting it.
Started up a Google+ account, which is still sort of dead. Come to think of it, so it my Facebook page. What does a girl got to do to get a “Like” outta some people?
Turned my blog into my website and got rid of the old website. It was driving me bonkers.
Redecorated my blog/website to a style that I adore.
Got a new logo and a new banner. #RosiesNewLook

2015 Second Quarter:

Created the “Paranormal Institute Newsletter” and realized that “newslettering” is not for me.
Created the “Paranormal Institute Blog” and loved it! Have y’all seen it yet? No? HERE is the link.
Was part of “Crackles of the Heart: Divergent Ink Book One” with my short story “Serendipitous Mirth”.
Released “For Love & Enchantment”. WOOT!
Blogged like a Bandit!
Did lots of fraternizing and cross-promotional support with other authors.
Talked with All Authors family member, Synful Desire, about possibly doing a collaborative work with her.
Got out of a terrible family situation. Spoke about it on my blog, HERE .
Started my life over. #RosieLifeReboot

2015 Third Quarter

Did tons of behind the scenes work on “Demoness Enchanted” and (along with my publisher) ultimately decided to postpone the project just to ensure that the book is the best it can be when released.
Released “Nethanyel’s Lady Lune” instead.
Sent in my submission for “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” and it was accepted.
Did heap loads of behind the scenes work on upcoming projects as well as House Family Members cross support.
Blogged like a BOSS! #RosieBloggingSwagg
Started the bare bones of my short story for “Divergent Ink 2” and am excited about it.

Honestly, I feel like I am missing something, but I can’t remember. My memory isn’t what it used to be. I’m lucky if I remember what color socks I’m wearing on any given day. So, I think this is good.

To tell you the truth, when I was first told to do this blog post I was feeling a little bit like …

Then after thinking about it I realized that I had a rather productive year during 2015, and so I decided to go for it. I can only surmise that 2016 will be even better. #MovingOnUp

With that said …

Toodles y’all, and if you don’t see me for the next couple of weeks, Happy Holidays and a wonderful New Year!