Archive | November 2011

Blogging from my cell phone to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving

On the hwy and passing by woods to Grandmother’s house we go 🙂 The SUV knows the way to lead us today with our trusty GPS. Okay, so that wasn’t the best version of the song but it’s all I could come up with. Kinda cool blogging from my iPhone on the way to see my parents. Wouldn’t want to do the sleigh & horse thing all the way to Columbus. Anyway, whatever technology items you may take with you in your travels or wherever you may spend your Thanksgiving, I truly hope you have a blessed day.

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Revising an older WIP called Abracadabra

I decided to dust off what I figured could be a possible The Last Sorceress related book and turn into a definite sequel to The Last Sorceress. The hero is the nephew of High Sorcerer Olorin, who plays a pretty major role in the Last Sorceress. His name is Jerence and he’s a mage guardian, the equivalent of a cop or FBI agent in my fantasy realm. He’s young, about twenty-two but really he doesn’t know his true age since time runs differently beyond the Great Divide. Jerence is also eager to prove himself. So he corners a goblin prince in a cavern in the Thunder Mountains and chases him to our world in Las Vegas. Jerence then poses as a magician to catch the goblin while using his real magic prowess. I like how I changed him up a bit when I decided to revise the story. Gave him more motivation when he has something to prove to his uncle and older sister.

The story was originally inspired by the Steve Miller song. I get my best ideas from music. I was listening to the song while taking my son to school one day and thought; Hmm, why don’t I write a story about real sorcerer using his magic to catch a demon (my villain was originally a demon but I changed to goblin because I didn’t want to do too many demon villains) while posing a Las Vegas show magician. I’m not messing with the heroine of this one too much because I like her too much. Her name is Amanda. She’s divorced and doesn’t believe in magic, very no-nonsense. But she’s trying to discover what happened to her ex husband’s niece. Little does Amanda know that the goblin has her ex’s niece imprisoned. So of course, Jerence and Amanda will have to work together to rescue her. A true mage working with woman who doesn’t believe in magic but they both have something to prove. The sparks flew the first time around and I think the dynamics between Amanda and Jerence wil be rocking now 🙂

Extreme Ohio Romance Website Makeover

Since I have a new blog, thought I needed a revamped site to match.  I like the new look and I think a Dynamic Web Template is the way to go so I  won’t have to rework pages too much as I add them. Hubby installed a more current version of Front Page Expressions when he wiped and reloaded the Purple Princess and although I haven’t explored all it has to offer, I’m liking it so far.

Anyway, since I love feedback on my site designs, if you drop by, please let me know what you think. Also, I’m looking for a spam proof guestbook for it too because I do love reading comments from my vistors. If anyone knows of any, please let me know. Thanks and night all 😀

Hello wordpress :D

Hello word press. I’ve toyed with the idea of starting another blog for a while now. Years ago, I had one with blogger but wasn’t crazy when they changed the formatting. I’ve used word press with several author clients (I do web design for authors on the side) and I liked how easy it seemed to be to use. When I discovered that Word Press had an iPhone app, that was the clincher for the new blog.

My big announcement for this new blog is that I’ll have a new release up at Passion in Print Publishing on November 19th. It’s been one of my favorite stories for a long time and I’m thrilled The Last Sorceress found a great home at Passion in Print.

Here’s an excerpt I hope you’ll all enjoy and stay tuned for a twitter contest and more details about the release. Happy 11/11/11 everyone and I hope you remember to hug a veteran today and tell them thanks since it is Veteran’s Day.

Those amber brown eyes glittered with what looked like amusement. He handed her a brown paper package.

“Here, open it when you leave,” Glenn said.

“Um, thanks, I guess. Will you be doing another conference in the Cleveland area anytime soon?”

“We will meet again, very soon. Do not worry, Maurelle.”

He was gone before she could ask why the heck he’d called her Maurelle. Janet did see him hand identical packages to

Spencer and Anita. Anita gave her an awkward little smile as Spencer rushed straight for the exit. His face was red and his fists

were still clenched. She wanted to say she was sorry for giving

up without a fight. Her pride prevented her from speaking to him at all.

Spencer charged through the door and stopped. Janet almost ran into him.

“Spence, what the—” She broke off as she looked over his shoulder.

One white stone room, covered in thick vines, was all that

remained of the massive convention hall. She would never know

if the vendors or the rest of the convention goers noticed that

the entire network room had vanished, but her jaw dropped as

she turned. They stood in the middle of a huge forest. There

were no forests in Cleveland. The Metroparks ran through the

suburbs, but even the Metroparks had roads. Tall, majestic trees

surrounded her. Deer ran wild and free. A dragon with thick,

blood-colored scales soared above their heads. It’s wild, lionlike

call held Janet spellbound. Hold it, a dragon? No, it’s an

airplane. It has to be a plane, if it was a dragon that would mean

we were all in the…

“M-mom, d-did y-you s-see that t-th-thing?”

“It’s an airplane, sweetheart. That’s all it was. Come on, let’s

go find our car.”

“N-no, that was not an a-airplane.”

“Spencer is right,” a small voice whimpered. Anita

approached. Her entire body trembled. “It was red. It had scales.

I heard it roar.”

This cannot be happening. Carnitha is not real. We’re still in

downtown Cleveland. We’re not that far from Burke Lakefront

Airport. It was just a special airplane decorated like a dragon.

Maybe the air show was in town?

A tree branch snapped behind them. Janet turned to see a

very large ogre with golden-brown eyes smiling at them. “Open

the packages now. It should explain a lot.”

The paper crinkled in her hand when she slowly ripped

through her package. She didn’t know how to react when she

found the leather get-up Maurelle wore and a large, golden

book. The only thing missing was the staff. But before she could

say anything, the handsome man dressed in an ogre costume

handed her a golden staff with a large opal stone on top.

He grinned, and Janet shuddered at the sight of his glistening

fangs. “It was too large to wrap. Go try it on. I’m eager to see

how you look in it.”

“Okay, this isn’t funny, Shrek.”

She winced when Spencer looked to the sky, as if he prayed

for a dragon to fly by and carry him off to its lair. Sorry, kiddo. I

know that one was pretty bad. Slipped out of her mouth before

she could take it back. She sighed when Dazzart laughed. Why

is everything I say or do the end of my child’s mortal existence?

Then again, she was pretty sure this was the end of their mortal

existence.

“Shrek, yes, I saw the movie,” the ogre replied. His raucous

laughter filled the forest before he continued. “Real life is far

more interesting. I wonder where your movie moguls get their

ideas from.”

“Okay, we’ve gotten off track here. We shouldn’t be discussing movie ogres. We should be talking about why you

gave us this stuff. Number one, I don’t have the body to wear this sort of thing…”

“Oh, I beg to differ.” He laughed. “Look down.”

Her boobs had ballooned to twice their normal size. Now, she wasn’t about to complain about it but did feel pretty uneasy

about the sudden chest growth spurt. It wasn’t just her breasts,

though. Her legs were longer. Janet’s jeans looked more like capris. She reached behind her neck, gasping as she realized

her plain old short hair was gone. It was longer and fely like it had been braided. She grabbed the braid, tossed it over her

shoulder, and saw that it was velvet black.

Janet glanced over at Spence and Anita. They had changed too. Anita was now a pretty little elf with silvery blonde hair and

very pointy ears. Spencer was a tall elf with black hair, dark blue eyes, and a frightened look on his face.

“What the hell did you do to us?” she shouted. “Change us back right now.”

“I can’t,” the ogre replied. “You are no longer Janet Lind.

Henceforth, you shall be Maurelle Windhaven, your son shall be

Nidhogg Windhaven, and Anita, you shall be Gilraen Elenzar.”

“No, no, no! No, this sort of thing doesn’t happen. This is a

sick joke. Did my ex put you up to this? Take off that ridiculous

costume now and change us back.”

“Why is my human form more appealing to you, my sorceress?

I saw the way you looked at me during the conference.”

His voice was still very husky and very sexy. It made her long

to see the man beneath that mask again. She reached forward

and gave his chin one heck of a yank. Very odd—it didn’t feel

like latex.

He grabbed her arm, and she felt a loss of circulation from

his strong grip. “I would advise you not to do that again. Put on

your uniforms now, please. The others are all waiting at Fort

Greenbalm, and I have to return in time to welcome the rest of

the gamers to our world.”

She stood there, frozen for a moment, rubbing her pulsating

temples. Her heart pounded, and she could barely breathe.

Okay, so the guy I thought was my knight in shining armor is

really an ogre, I am not Janet anymore. A dragon flew over my

head. Holy crap, the growth on the walls of the network room,

that’s how the bastard lured us here. It was real. This place is

real. I’m really a sorceress. Oh shit, that must mean Adieal really

existed. At that point she did what any woman in her position

would do. She freaked out.