Okay so it looks like I fell off the planet. Promise - I'm still here. The last four years have been ... hard. There's no other word for it. Everything is fine. I'm fine, but I've been the caregiver of my mom who has Dementia. Between her needs, work, etc I seem to have lost control of my time. I am still writing and am trying hard to get back to my blog.

In case you weren't aware Phaze and HSWF which where under the Mundania Umbrella have closed. I was smart enough to get my titles back before all this happened. I'm happy to say the three books I sold to HSWF have been picked up by Melange Books and are available through their Satin Books imprint. I have even sold a new title to them called Magical Quest due out in 2022

I have also been lucky enough to find a publisher for my Vespian Way series. I'm now with Blushing Books under the name of Bethany Drake. I have five titles out with them right now and am close to submitting two more. There's Desire's Destiny, Desire's Duty and Desire's Promise. Then there is two in my werewolf series, Tears of the Queen and Legend of the Tears. I have just finished the rough draft of the third book in the series and have plans for a fourth one the moment I submit it.

I'll probably still be sporadic here on the blog. Unless I win the lottery and can hire someone to help me I can't avoid it, but know I'm still here still working hard in the background and am hoping to do better at keeping my blog alive.

Barb:)



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Saturday, October 8, 2016

Rije's Sacrifice Part 2 @Xaion64

Well my son the writer has written another section of his story. I think he has something unique here. Please enjoy!

Let Me Tell You a Story...


In the far future, a great cataclysm occurs, that sunders the world anew. This is one of many stories in the world after, where hundreds of legends appear.


A man walks in the darkened world. A card floats around him. He wears a black trench coat, and a black pair of eye shields that comes to a point on his cheeks. He is pondering his current situation. And everything that has come before now. He looks at the sky with its sun slowly disappearing.


“How is that new world of yours I wonder...” he sighs. He walks across the disappearing world, wondering what happened here, what was it like before. “Seems I found a planet without the hatred present … how quaint.” He scratches his head. “How many evils will I destroy before the end of this?”


He continues walking and shadows form together in front of him.


“Rije… There you are!” the shadow says in a raspy voice.


“Looks like I spoke too soon, Which dark being from the past are you? ” Rije’s spear appears in his hand. “I’ll end you here, if you like, or shall you run from your apocalypse?”


A man in black samurai styled armor with sharp jagged talon points all over walks out of the shadows. “I am the Demon King of Xaionia! Don’t tell me you forgotten about me Rije … or should I call you R-”


Rije cuts him off. “Don’t. That identity died long ago … it’s time for your end.”


Demon King studies him.  “Heh, oh? I remember that time. You were just a reflection of her … you hated her so much, you wanted to destroy her. You even helped me to that end!”
Rije looks annoyed. “My Past… DIES Here!” His eyes fill with anger and rage. “All of your hatred… You killed thousands upon millions on a mere WHIM! And...” The rage turns to sadness. “And I am no better… ” Darkness swells around him, as if resonating from his own feelings. “I...” His eyes glow purple. “I won’t be forgiven, nor do I want anyone's forgiveness … but the only forgiveness you will get is DEATH!” He lifts his black spear and points it at the demon king.


Demon King looks at the spear and smiles. “Oooh? Think yourself all high and mighty. You’re like us Rije. A monster, an evil being bent on the destruction of the world! Join us! Lead us through the door so we can take control of the new world!”


A spark of black and purple shines through the Demon king, and Rije appears behind him “Sorry Demon King… OUR Evil… Dies here!” Rije flicks his wrist and purple lighting and shadow tentacles explode out of the demon king.


Demon king “GHAHHH!!! Wha- What?” He staggers from the single attack he could not follow. “You shouldn’t be this powerful! You are merely a reflection of her! How? HOW?”


Rije smiles, his eyes darken to pitch black. “When she gave up her forced form I absorbed it all, then my former master gave me all of his power… I AM THE VOID! ” Rije turns around and points his spear at the demon king “DIE!” Hundreds of black spears materialize in the air and slam into the demon king. Rije jumps up and unisons into his reverse tiger form and slams his spear into the Demon King. “WE Die NOW!” The white stripes across Rijes armor glow a dark purple. “REVERSE.”


Demon king shakes his head. “NO! If we die here! We die for good! There is no Escape!”


Rijes eyes fill with anger and rage. “Maybe you do… but my curse will keep me alive until the end. NOW DIE! REVERSE APOCALYPSE!” Rije explodes in a huge blast of black light and chaotic black lightning. Destroying the planet and Rije appears in the chair he sat before yet again.


Rije nods his head. “One down… six to go… why was one of the Pillars such a weakling… holding that section together?” A table with a map titled “Void” lies there in front of Rije and his chair. He walks over to it as a large section of the map begins to disappear. “Your first villain… it must have been that...” he sighs. “I will end this… this place won’t exist anymore… the world doesn’t need it.” He clutches his fist and shakes his head. Suddenly, a sharp pain hits him “GHAAA!!! ”


He falls out of his chair in pain and clutches his chest. “AH HAAA…. HA…. Damn I didn’t think it would hurt this much!” He slowly stands back up and notices he’s becoming incorporeal for a second then returns to normal. “I feel like something is missing...” He holds up his hand and attempts to use the purple lightning he had used in his assault against the demon king, but nothing happens.


Rije stares at his hand. “With every villain I annihilate will I lose a part of myself? I lost the power of darkness… so what else will I lose? And what do I still have?”

He limps over to the edge of the floating island his chair and table lies on. A portal opens and he walks through.

John W. Bradley III

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

To Series or Not to Series - that is a question! @barbbradley

I'm Back!

Sorry about Saturday, there was a small snafu - but don't worry the guest I had scheduled will be here in a few weeks. And I know, I promised the second half of the hand out I've been working on - 10 Things You Should Know About Editors (published or not) but I read something a couple weeks ago that has me thinking. Right, that's dangerous at times.

But...

I belong to lots of on line groups and will read a blog that catches my attention. I read several telling us (writers) to write our books in a series. That's what readers want. I've known lots of authors who have done well with series. They've built up a great following because of those books.

Then I read a blog a couple of weeks ago that said the word 'series' turns off readers. What? I did a little research and did notice several books that are part of a series had a little reminder that this was a book in blank, but they aren't tagged as part of a series. Does that make sense? Like with my series I'd say a book in the Vespian Way.

So which is it? I'll be honest the second one does sound a little more professional and I think it makes the book look like a stand alone even though it is part of a series, but I'm one of those readers who gets excited when I see a book in a series I've been reading.

I don't ave a problem with the word series, maybe because I know that it doesn't mean serials and I know some series are like serials where you have to read the books in order to understand what is going on.

I'd love to know what you think...

Barb:)

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Meet my Latest Guest: Barbara Donlon Bradley...wait a minute me? Again? @barbbradley #amwriting

I want to welcome me! Barbara Donlon Bradley! First I’d love you to re-introduce yourself.

Tell us about your latest release.

Now I have a few questions for you – I have found readers do like to know fun things about us writers.

1.) Who is your favorite author? Do you feel you write like them?

I do have a lot – one of my favorites is Johanna Lindsey. I’d like to think I do write like her. My writing is lighthearted and humorous.

2.) What was your favorite book growing up?

Gosh there were so many but the one that I loved so much that I started rewriting it word for word because I couldn’t find a copy to buy was the Faraway Lurs. It was my first love story and made me an avid reader.

3.) Are you a plotter or a pantser and why did you choose that method?

I’m a pantser. I still plot out but not on paper. It’s all in my head. I’ve also been known to just sit down and write with nothing more than a thought. The plot comes to me as I write. I didn’t choose this method. It chose me.

4.) Do you consider writing a career or a hobby? Why?

It is a career for me. This is something I want to do full time and for the rest of my life. I find I must write. When I don’t I get a little crazy.

5.) What are you working on now?

I’m working on the tenth book of my series The Vespian Way. Heather and Storm are at it again! I also have a werewolf story I want to take out of mothballs and polish. I’ve worked on it a little over the summer but haven’t gotten as far as I wanted.

6.) What one piece of advice would you like to pass on to an up and coming author?

Sit down and try to write every day. Even if you only write a sentence you’ve written something. That will start to add up over time and a lot of times you’ll find you’ll write more than you planned.

7.) If you had the ability to time travel and your first visit was to see a younger version of yourself what would you say to that younger self?

Start writing earlier. I found my passion for writing when I was older partially because I didn’t think I could publish and look at me now. Always believe in yourself and your talent.

8.) You just got a million dollars, whether it’s from an inheritance, the lottery, or a sweet book deal doesn’t matter. What would be the first thing you would buy for yourself?

I would update my charm bracelet. I started it when I sold my first book I have heart charms with the title of my books on one side and the date they were published on the other. I have six on it right now and have a lot more to add.

9.) If you could un-invent one thing in the world what would it be?

I think it would be bras. I hate them…and pantyhose…

10.) What is your favorite movie/TV Show? Why?


I am a huge Star Trek fan. I have all the shows and the movies but I’m also a big Planet of the Apes fan. I have all of the movies and the series as well…this includes the cartoon series. Can you day geek?




Blurb:
Someone keeps altering the timeline and only Sam and Skye are aware of the change. The culprit doesn’t want Heather and Storm together, yet they keep finding each other, no matter how many times it is changed. Everything needs to be righted and the person messing with it needs to be stopped. It’s up to Sam and Skye to get things back the way it should be.

Excerpt:
Their ship landed in the cave they used as their tarmac. Fridon stepped up to them the moment they disembarked.

“Reasta has attacked another one of our posts.” He led them to the main computer room, where everything that had been going on was up and viewable. “We keep moving them and she keeps finding them.”

“How many people have we lost?” asked Heather as she studied the data.

“Five so far.”

Heather swore under her breath. She hated losing their soldiers. “And her people are still attacking?”

“Yes, we can’t stop them.”

Heather turned to Bert. “I’m sorry, but you’re sort of trapped here until we can stop her.”

“Then let me see what I can do to help you end this.”

“Thank you.” Heather turned to her mate. “Storm, each person we lose – ”
****
“What the hell?” Skye ran his hands over the control panel, trying to get a response. Any response. All the power in the ship went out for a second before it powered back up. Now everything worked fine. He wondered what caused that.

“That was odd.” Sam ran a few tests. She looked at him. “Everything seems to be fine now.”

Skye slowed their ship down as they got close to Vespian space. Protocol needed to be followed and he knew who would be the one yelling at him if he didn’t follow it. He sent the proper message and waited for clearance. They’d figure out what happened to the ship once they landed. “I wish I knew what caused that. I’ve never had any trouble with this ship before.”

“We’ll check with Bert once we’re through.” Sam sat in the copilot seat. She pressed a few buttons and cupped her ear. “Skye, security is contacting us.”

“That’s odd.” He activated the communication system. “This is Skye Latimer.”

“What is the purpose for your visit?”

“Purpose?” He looked at Sam. Why were they asking that? “We’re returning home.”

“We have no record of your citizenship.” And they cut the line.

“What are they talking about? Sam leaned forward. “I’ll get them back.”

“Wait.” He reached out and took her hand in his. “I don’t want to end up in a jail while we try to figure out what happened. Let’s leave like we’re supposed to, and once we’re out of their radar, we’ll come back and use the ship’s cloaking device to go to Bert’s ship. He’ll have the answers for us.”

Bio: Barbara Donlon Bradley’s writing started innocently enough, she kept diaries, journals, and wrote an occasional letter but her vivid imagination had her writing scenes and short stories, adding characters to her favorite shows and comic books. As time went on the passion for writing became too strong to ignore. Humor dominates her life. Writing something deep and dark, will never happen. That humor bleeds into her writing. Since she can’t beat it she’s learned to use it to her advantage. Now she lives in Tidewater Virginia with two cats, one mother in law – whose 88 now, her husband and son.

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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

New Release: Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part # 3 (Roman Crime Family) by Alisa Anderson & Cameron Skye

Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance – Part 3
 (Roman Crime Family)
Alisa Anderson & Cameron Skye

"Fallen Angel is a dark, tasty appetizer with echoes of "The Sopranos." It's like picking up a Lindt truffle on your way out of the store. There's just enough to wake up your taste buds, or in this case, other parts due south." - Margo's Red Light District
"Gritty, sexy and with a strong but vulnerable female lead. Fallen Angel is a surprisingly good read." - Ingrid Hall
"Is Jess going to get sucked into a world with Nick that will destroy her or will she bring Nick to the other side and they find happy ever after? I will be grabbing the next book soon. I need to know more about this story and what the future holds." - TBird, Crystals Many Reviews
"Fallen Angel is a quick and sexy read. I hope to get the chance to read the next installment. I want to know more about Nick and the dangerous games he's playing. - Angela, Crystals Many Reviews."
Join the Family!  Part 4 coming January 9th
#FamilyAboveEverything

Blurb: 

Jess loved Nick with every fiber of her being. But would love be enough to compete with the dark, sinister business he ran? Nick never lied to her about the life he led. In fact he never lied to her about anything. Now she realizes every bit of his words were true.

He was the sexiest, scariest, most dangerous man she had ever met.

And now, it seems…the danger was hers as well.

Passion, lust and emotion explode in part 3 of Fallen Angel, with a cliffhanger that leaves you shocked, stunned…and wanting more.

***Fallen Angel is a mafia romance serial novel released every 4 to 6 weeks, at approximately 8000 to 11000 words each. Due to sexual content, implied and actual scenes of abuse, violence, organized crime, language and frequent illegal drug use, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who are comfortable with this subject matter.***

Excerpt: 

She and Nick watched in silence as the doors shut.
As soon as the SUV pulled out of sight he swept her into his arms, taking her mouth quickly. His lips soft, silky, demanding against hers. His kiss was probing, hot, searing with fire, tasting of wine and cigars.
Jess gasped at the furiousness of it all. It was so fast, intense. She wanted his cock inside of her now. He made her feel like no other man could, a raging inferno of sexual heat the moment he laid a single finger on her.
Her mouth closed on his, alternating between meeting his tongue and biting his lips. She furiously kissed him, her hands skimming down his chest to clutch the sides of his suit jacket. Reveled by his strength, she slid the jacket down his arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. Licking softly over his lower lip, she unknotted his silk necktie flinging it across the room.
Nick’s tore his mouth from hers, gripping her hair at the nape of her neck. Pulling her head back, he looked into eyes. Slowly backing her against the window. The coolness against her hot skin, mixed with the heat radiating from his body sent shivers through her.
“Carlo. Leave us. Now.”
Carlo quietly bid a hasty retreat from the room.
Nick turned back to Jess. “I fucking missed you, kid.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
“You have no fucking idea how much I want you.” He whispered against her lips. “Just the thought of coming inside of you is making me hard.”


 Author's Bios:

Alisa Anderson
well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

​she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

​but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)

Cameron Skye
When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen's terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.

She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.

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