Sunday, 26 November 2017

Weird Dreams: episode four

Today's weird dream is brought to you by a granola bar eaten at three in the morning...

I'm at a restaurant with my family. Me, Kyle, the kids, some of our cousins and their kids.  Everyone is eating and talking. I smile.  I love being with my family.  In a dark corner, I notice a man staring at us.  I can't tell what he looks like because he's got a bunny hug on and a baseball hat.  Everything he's wearing is black.  He takes a sip of coffee and his eyes meet mine.  Somehow, I know I'm supposed to go to him.  

I get up, telling Kyle the man is here and I'll be right back.  He tells me to be careful.  No one can see what's happening.  I can tell he's watching me as I get up and head to the bathroom.  A few minutes later, I hear the door open and someone walks in.  

"I'm in here."

The man's footsteps enter the stall next to mine.  "You're sure your family is ready for this?"

I nod even though he can't see me.  "We are."

He hands me a small package from under the divider.  "You have five hours."

I hear him leave and take my time exiting the bathroom with the cell phone sized package tucked in my back pocket.

Kyle exhales the breath he's been holding as I sit back down beside him.  Everyone is looking at me.

"We have five hours."  I pull the package out, taking the elastic off that's holding instructions against it. 

The rules are simple.
1. take the packages to HIM by any means necessary
2. at least two of your team members must be at the final point

The restaurant doors burst open and a group of military guys come running up to us.

"They're coming! We have to go now! Brumby and Stinker will take the kids to a secure location!"  

Everyone gives the kids a quick hug.  

Emery kisses me on the cheek.  "You can do this, mom."

I take a deep breath and watch as the kids grin and run to the tank they get to ride in.  "Let's do it."

We run and get on our bicycles, pedaling down a back alley as fast as we can.  I feel the package slipping out of my pocket and decided to hang it around my neck by the chord it's attached to.  We make it to a tall skyscraper made completely of  windows.

Cheryl, Courtney, and Dwayne Johnson watch as Kyle and I run into the building.

"We'll meet you in the field!" yells Cheryl before pedaling away, the three of them accompanied by three guards.

"Where is it?"  Kyle stops me from getting on the elevator.

"Tenth floor."  

"They'll expect the elevator."

"Yeah."  I head to the stairway and we start to head up.

"Here! We can travel through the vents.  Bucky, give us a boost."

Kyle follows me in and passes me the gun Bucky has given him before pulling the other man up to join us.

The trip through the vents is exhausting and long.  Maybe this was a bad idea.  Maybe we won't have enough time.  In my mind, I've been counting the turns and floors.

"Here.  This is where we need to get out."

We drop into an office and quickly hide behind a large desk.  

A man with green scales for skin pauses and peeks in.

"They beat us here."  Bucky makes sure his safety is off and I do the same.  

Kyle attaches the silencer to his weapon.  "You know what sucks? They blend in.  We don't."

"I have to get to the back office."  I point in the direction I need to go.  The lights go out and I slip on my night vision goggles.  "Thanks god for Sparky."

Kyle grins.  "Let's go."

We manage to slip past a couple of office workers without being detected.  Bucky swings open the back office door .  His gun goes off twice and two bodies drop to the ground.  I kick open a closet door and shoot the manager who was hiding in it.

"It's in here."  I grab the box with the symbol on it that matches the package around my neck.

"Everybody freeze!"  

I see Bucky swing his gun around to take down the threat, but not quickly enough.  The building guard's gun goes off and Bucky falls to the ground.  Kyle grabs a chair and smashes the window open.

"Go, Mi!"  He shoots one guard and drops as he gets hit in the leg.  With a grunt, he throws himself at the men in the doorway.


"Go! Finish this!"  He takes another round in the chest and the last thing I see as I launch myself out of the tenth story window is his body falling to the ground.

I pull my parachute chord, knowing it's not going to do much to slow me down at this height.

"Hang on!"  Sparky groans as he attempts to catch me and I smash him into the asphalt.  "Bucky and Kyle?"

I shake my head and swallow hard.  "Gone."

"Come on."  He squeezes my arm.  "We have to keep going."  He stuffs the box in the big pocket on his pant leg and we take off running.

"We have to get to the field."  I duck into a back alley to get out of view.  Sparky peeks around the corner to make sure we aren't being followed.

"Let's go."  He leads to way until we're laying behind some bushes at the edge of the field.

"Shit."  Cheryl, Courtney, and Dwayne are tied to posts, surrounded by twenty plus enemy soldiers.  All I can think about is shooting each and everyone of them in their scaly green faces.

"Where do we find the package?"

I look through my scope.  "There.  They have it sitting by our team."

"Bastards.  Do they really think we're just going to stroll in there?"

We glance at each other and grin.  Making sure all of our weapons are loaded and ready, we stand and start shooting.

Chaos ensues as the enemy scrambles to recoup from our surprise.  Cheryl manages to get loose and tackles a panicked guard, stealing his weapon and shooting him before joining in the massacre.  Sparky reaches the package and stuffs it into his other leg pocket.  He quickly cuts down Courtney and Dwayne and gives them weapons.  

"Come on!"  I lead the way into the woods, glancing at my watch.  "We have an hour!"

I try not to feel excited.  We have all three packages.  Now, we just have to get it to HIM. 

Cheryl takes a shot to side and falls.  Dwayne covers her and takes three to the back.  He pushes his weapon toward Courtney.  "Go."

Courtney, Sparky, and I dash through the woods breaking out into the open of a parking lot.  We can hear the others behind us.  A quick scan confirms we aren't going to be ambushed and we go crashing through the front doors.

HE is waiting for us, his white suit pristine as HE sits behind a table.  HE stands.  

Sparky and I stumble forward, out of breath, holding out the packages for HIM. HE takes them, opens them, and scrutinizes them.  HIS eyes meet mine and he grins.

"Congratulations.  You've done it."

Gordon Ramsay takes the secret ingredients for the best hot chocolate on earth and heads off into the kitchen to make us some.

The kids come running up to us, excited to taste the treat.

We all turn as the lizard men some strolling into restaurant.  

Sheldon and the others pull off their lizard masks.  "Man, these things are bloody hot."

Everyone laughs and I hand him a glass of water.  Kyle gives me a hug, still wiping the paint from the paint balls off of his sleeve.

"I can't believe you jumped out of that building!"  Bucky grins with a shake of his head.

I burst out laughing, remembering it.  "Me neither!"

"That was kickass!"

We all sit as Gordon comes back with the hot chocolate and the only sound is thirsty slurps.  

"What are you going to make next time?"

He shrugs.  "It's a surprise."

"Can you make a cake?" asks Ashtynn.

Gordon shrugs.  "Is that what all of  you want?"

All the kids nod enthusiastically.  

Sparky stretches his arms over his head.  "I'm sorta glad it's the kids' turn next weekend.  I'm wrecked."

The adults all agree and the teams are picked for the following weekend fun of paintaball mob boss chef adventures.

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Last of the Wicked Romancers

Last of the Wicked Romancers
Damien Darkseid

The only person responsible for this fast-approaching tragedy is me, myself, and I. Now I am forced to defend my manhood against a maniac clutching the smallest pieces of his broken heart in both hands. How will I ever explain to everyone I love, especially my wife Melina, that I was fighting over a woman that was not her no matter what the outcome is?

Friday, 17 November 2017

Me: It's Been a While Since my Last Massive Panic Attack... Life: Hold my Beer.

Now, had this been five months ago, I'd have drank that beer and gone to buy another case. But it's not five months ago and I've been sober that long.  (Yay!) I'd be lying if I said it was easy to get here.  Truth be told, the first little while was pure hell.  I was crabby, cranky, rude... well, you get the point.  And while staying sober would be hell on the best of circumstances, I picked summer to do it. 

Yeah.  You know.  Bonfire, sit in the sun, have a beer camping season. Oh.  And then I traveled to Ontario and Quebec to visit all of my family and attend my brother's wedding. 

I spent the first three months avoiding social events and if I found myself at one, I sat away from everyone, usually in a different room. (fun times)

The first three months, I also had zero control over my anxiety.  Though my meds had managed to keep things in check while I was drinking, they did nothing while I detoxed and fought the cravings.

BUT! I pushed through that three month mark and things got easier. I got the anxiety under control and I started becoming the wife/mom/person I had been before I let the alcohol poison my life.  I never could have made it without my support system. (my husband, my family and friends, and my kids)  They're phenomenal.

So, most of you know the story with my oldest son, Anthony.  He got handed a shitty hand when he was born with cerebral palsy with autistic tendencies and epilepsy.  You've seen my twitter, instagram, and facebook posts of seizures, horrible nights, and behavior issues.

As I write this, I'm laying in bed with him and we're watching Rescue Bots. 

But life with Anthony has been life for the past 13, almost 14 years.  Holy shit, he's almost 14 years old!  Anyway, even though we have our stressful moments, it's our normal and we're used to it. (though, he does like to throw us a curve ball every once in a while. lol)

A little while ago, I made the mistake of thinking to myself that things were going great and I forgot to knock on wood.  ALWAYS remember to knock on wood.  Because if there's one thing life knows, it's that if it wants to mess with me, the best way to do it is through my kids.

Since then, I've had to watch my princess go for bloodwork and a renal and bladder ultrasound to see if they could find what is causing her to have multilple infections a year.  She was a trooper and thought it was cool she could see her insides on the tv and thankfully, no abnormalities were found. She's now going to be seeing a pediatrician, though that's not until January. I'm not sure what the next step he'll suggest will be, but like I said, January, so I'm trying to not think about it too much. (yeah right)

Two weeks ago, Emery came home from school, crying because his back hurt.  It turns out he was playing on a play structure at school and fell from five feet up onto his back.  We rubbed him down, let him soak in the tub, and when that seemed to help, we chalked it up to sore muscles from the fall.

A week later, ( a day after Ashtynn's ultrasound) he was still in pain and a trip to the doctor was made.  There, we were told there was a possibility he might have a fracture on one of his vertebrae and he was sent for xrays. 

A few days later, I saw my doctor's number on my phone.  Now, some people might think, oh well, but our doctor only phones us if something comes up in the tests that were taken.  Go for bloodwork, no phone call, you're fine.  Xrays, no phone call, all is good.

So, I took a deep breath and answered the phone, all the while wondering if I was getting news about Ashtynn or Emery. 

It was Emery.

It turns out he doesn't have a fracture on any of his vertebrae.  What he does have is Spina Bifida Occulta.  To my doctor's credit, he assumed I'd heard of Spina Bifida and rushed on to say that it is also called closed Spina Bifida and that it is the mildest form of the condition.  After easing my worry (I'm not going to lie, as soon as he said the name I imaged Emery's spinal chord ripping through his back... even though I knew it was something he'd obviously been born with and has lived with for eleven years with no issues whatsoever) he told me to bring Emery in and he'd explain more of what would happen next.

This morning, we went to the office. Some of Emery's vertebrae did not form properly while he was developing, therefore, he has a space which exposes his spinal chord. Though Emery hasn't had any symptoms (other than his back getting sore much more often then his siblings), there is a possibility that as he grows he could start having problems such as leg pain/ numbness, as well as other things.  He is now being referred to a pediatric specialist in Saskatoon where they will do more scans and decide what our game plan is.  Thankfully, because he doesn't have any symptoms, the chance of surgery is very small (pretty much non-existent) at this time. 

Now, I thought I was handling things well enough.  I did have an hour or so after the appointment where I felt a bit overwhelmed, but that passed and well, life.

It's funny how one tiny thing can set off a panic attack.  All it took for me was to look at my calendar and see I had to take Anthony to his Neurologist on Wednesday. 


I managed to get to my room and hide under the covers before my breathing went to shit and my chest contracted to the point I was sure I was having a heart attack.  I'm not sure how long it went on (it always feels like hours), but I finally remembered to do all my "it's a panic attack, it will pass" exercises.  I'm actually pretty happy with myself, I didn't even take an ativan (evil, tiny pills, they always put me to sleep). 

And even happier with the fact that I didn't even think about having a drink.

So, that's pretty much it.  I've had my meltdown and now it's back to business as usual because, well... this blog wouldn't be called Life and my Retreating Sanity if life was all rainbows and unicorns. :)

Monday, 13 November 2017

Viva Zapata and the Magic Eight Ball

Welcome to Savannah Verte's Thanksgiving Crossword Blog Hop! Let's start with a bit of a feature about her book then the details for the hop! The puzzle is at the bottom of the post for you to print or download!

Viva Zapata & the
Magic 8-Ball (novel)

Women’s Fiction

Sometimes, what happens in Vegas can’t stay in Vegas.

Four women gather in Sin City for a long weekend. Somewhere between the glitzy
casinos and the small-hours-of-the-morning truths, they discover that the game
of life doesn’t play by the house rules.

Three days, one Mexican revolutionary, and one Magic 8-Ball later, the women
realize that with friends by your side, you can play any hand that life
deals…and win.

Savie’s Thanksgiving Bloghop 2017
The answers are
all things from Savannah’s books, things she loves, or qualities/attributes she
The clue for each answer can be
found at the blog listed on the date in November equal to the number. IE: 10
across would be on the 10th, etc. 
***NOTE – on the 1st
& 15th there is more than one blog to visit. They are noted on
the puzzle & highlighted so you can see where the answer goes. Also, Every
5 days, Savannah will be checking in and giving a clue on her website as
well…they are denoted as ‘s’ clues. For those – go to Savannah’s Blog:***

To be entered to win you must pm your
completed crossword to Savannah’s facebook author page ( or email it to her at

The drawing will be held no later than Friday December 8th
& the winner will be contacted.

They then will have 5 days to respond or default & a new winner will be

Ready for my clue: (Do nothing - just relax for a little bit  )

Download the image to work online or print off…submit a photo or file of the completed puzzle by the deadline to enter.


1*1         Down                   Written Love Reviews                                   
1*2         Down                   Musings from an Addicted Reader           
1*3        Across                   Obsessed by Books
s1           Down                    Savannah
2             Down                    Author Migraine Central
3             Across                   Turning the Pages
4             Across                   Booked and Loaded
5             Down                    Karen writes Murder
s5           Down                    Savannah
6             Down                    Dena Garrison- Real… Hot… Romance
7             Across                   Wickedly Innocent Promotions
8             Down                    Clare & Lou’s Mad About Books
9             Across                   Summer’s Smexy Book Reads
10           Down                    Ellie’s Witchy Life
s10         Across                   Savannah
11           Down                    2 Bibliophile’s Guide
12           Down                    Dirty Bad Bloggers
13           Across                   Author Mireille Chester
14           Down                    Twinsie Talk
15*1      Across                   A Naughty Book Love Affair
15*2      Across                   ILoveBooksAndStuff Blog
s15         Down                    Savannah
16           Down                    Little Shop of Readers
17           Across                   SydneyGen Reads
18           Down                    I don’t get Sundays
19           Across                   Triple A
20           Down                    Books 2 Blogs
s20         Across                   Savannah
21           Across                   Those Crazy Book Chicks
22           Across                   I Smell Sheep
23           Across                   Terri Luvs Books
s23         Down                    Savannah
24           Across                   Read Our Thoughts Book Blogs
25           Down                    Eskimo Princess
s25         Down                    Savannah
26           Down                    Author Kassie Lane
27           Across                   A Book Lover’s Emporium
28           Across                   Country Reads
29           Across                   Barbara’s Book Reviews
30           Across                   Savannah

Author Bio:

A lifelong lover of words and reading, Savannah Verte hasn’t quite figured out what she wants to write when she grows up. Born and raised in the upper Midwest, Savannah’s gypsy spirit and never quit attitude keep her busy and seldom idle. For so many reasons, Savannah considers herself a ‘Contemporary Vagabond’ when it comes to writing and hopes that others find her diverse offerings as enjoyable to read as they are to write.

As the primary owner and driving force behind Eclectic Bard Books she considers herself immensely fortunate to see writing from varied perspectives as she endeavors to publish the authors rostered there. Working with other writers, Savannah gets to expand her horizons every day as someone brings a new idea to the table and the brainstorming begins. There is something addictive about the creative process for her and helping other authors embrace their dreams make hers a reality daily.

That’s the official Savannah, the unofficial version is just a girl who loves experiencing life with every twist and turn it takes. When she was born, she had such fine, light hair that her mother used to tape bows to her head so people would know she was a girl. She’s had a host of crazy unrelated jobs- everything from cake decorator, dry cleaner, and insurance agent to Emergency Room assistant, bartender, crime lab tech and bouncer. Savannah loves air hockey but completely sucks at it. She loves good jazz, good scotch, and antiques but also old rock, a quiet tea, and a tidy home. She’s completely technology impaired and can get it after she’s broken the computer or done it ass-backwards a few times… Thank Gods that there are some amazing meme creators that let her pilfer images or she’d be lost. Lime green is her color, the rhinoceros is her logo & philosophy, and she’s completely mad about seeing new authors try.

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Wednesday, 1 November 2017

Faerie Dreams Blog Tour and Giveaway!

Blurb book 1 (Free on all sites)

If there’s one thing fifteen-year-old Kate loves, it’s a good book. Her new favorite series, Quallen’s Quest, follows the Faerie prince in the land of Kallaryn as he goes from one adventure to another. When Kate awakens in Prince Quallen’s secret cave, she’s sure she’s dreaming. Events unfold and adventure follows as the handsome prince promises to help her get back. Is she really in Kallaryn and if that’s the case, will she ever be able to get back home?

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Book 2 (only 99cents)

Just when Kate thought she'd never visit Kallaryn again, she finds herself awake in Prince Quallen's cave. This time, she's sure she knows why she's here. Quallen's uncle has targeted Veenata's lake and if they can't get the anti-spell done on time, the water nymph will surely die. It's a race against time to find all the ingredients. While rushing around to save their friend, Kate makes an astonishing discovery about herself. There's a reason she was born a Dreamwalker and it's up to her to save those she cares for.

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Book 3

"If it weren't for me, this wouldn't happen to you."

She snorted. "I'm a Dreamwalker, Quallen. I don't think I was supposed to cross over just to go fishing."

He blinked his deep violet eyes. "You're here on another quest, then?"

She opened her mouth to answer then closed it. "Umm... No."


She smiled. "No."

Quallen grinned. "Did you bring your pole," he inquired.

She shook her head. “I have no idea when I’m going to cross and I think it might look a bit odd if my parents find me sleeping with my fishing rod.”

Quallen turned his back so she could change. “Lucky for you, then, I have a spare.”

When Kate dreamwalks to Kallaryn this time around, it seems like it will be a nice relaxing time and after all of the excitement the last few times she's come to visit, she can't say she minds.

Of course, there never seems to be peace where Quallen is concerned and they are quickly drawn into a rescue mission that could potentially put the prince in danger. Again.

But when Gailt comes to his friends for their help to save his cousin who is about to lose her wings for stealing, there's no way the pair can say no.

Will Quallen manage to cross his uncle once more without getting caught? Will Dakkezy keep her wings? Will Kate ever find a quiet moment to spend with her faerie prince?

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Book 4

Kate's sixteenth birthday has arrived and Nate surprises her with a new book as a present. As usual, the book gives her insight into what is happening in Kallaryn, though this time it seems the story is happening as she reads. Having learned Quallen has been taken prisoner by some of his uncle's men, she decides it's time to see if she can dreamwalk at will. Can she finally convince her brother Kallaryn is real and will they be able to get to the faerie prince before it's too late?

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Author Bio:

Mireille Chester is a fantasy author who likes to spend time in made up worlds filled with magic. She is a firm believer that no hero is perfect and that all villains are burdened with a tiny shred of humanity.

Born in Ottawa, Ontario, Mireille now resides in the beautiful prairies of Saskatchewan. Wife and mother, she spends most of her time with her three children and husband. When she is not writing stories or grooming dogs, you can find her on the lake fishing with her family.


Friday, 8 September 2017

Weird Dreams: episode three

Once upon a time, I ate a Burger King whopper, a wannabe poutine, and some onion rings with zesty dip at eleven o'clock at night.  Oh.  And I drank a coke, so I couldn't fall asleep until one thirty. And, fine, it wasn't really once upon a time.  It was last night.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The day started out quite normally.  Kyle and I walked with the kids along the streets of the Market in Ottawa. We were surrounded by family.  Sheldon, Shelley, and the girls suggested going for poutine and beaver tails. We, of course, loved the idea.

Once we were done eating, I found myself with the kids and my dad at a campsite with cabins.  We were spending the day fishing.  Anthony did was Anthony always does and caught a monster. Literally.  


Before he could get it on board, the wind picked up and we found ourselves in the middle of a hurricane.  Dad fought to get the boat back to shore without getting tipped over.  The temperature started to drop and the snowflakes stung my skin where they connected.

I handed the kids their bunnyhugs and pulled mine on, hanging on to the side of the boat for dear life.

"We're not going to make it!" yelled my dad.  "We're going to have to jump!"

I glanced at the water and was shocked to see it had turned to ice.  Dad threw his tackle box on it to see how solid it was.  When it didn't break through, he hopped off, the wind almost carrying him away.

"Dad! Duck!"

A palm tree narrowly missed his head.

Following his lead, we ran to shore.

Safe in our cabin, the kids decided to play outside as the sun came out.

"Mom! There's some dolphins stuck out there!"  Ashtynn came into the cabin, crying.

I frowned.  "There aren't any dolphins in Saskachewan, honey."

"But mom, I swear!"

I head out to see what these dolphins might be and stop short.  "What is that?"

Emery dumps a netful of dog hair at my feet.  "It's Smokey hair.  The dolphins can't breathe because it's plugging their blow holes!"

I gaze around to the twenty five or so people frantically scooping dog hair out of the lake so the dolphins can breathe.

One of the dolphins calls out as someone manages to lasso it around the neck.  It promptly turns into a lynx that is chained to a stump.

"Careful! They don't give you much room to maneuver." 

I look up to see who has a hold of my arm and blink.

"Hi.  I'm Jeremy."

Holy shit. Jeremy Renner just saved me from being eaten by a lynx the size of a tiger!!

"They turned a while ago.  The owners haven't had the heart to put them down."

I look more closely at the zoo animals.  All of them are chained by the neck to a stump. All of them are... zombies.

A tiny growl/bark comes from behind me and I turn.  My yorkie is a zombie and tied to a post.  Freya barks and barks and barks.

"Freya! Shut up!"

She doesn't stop and I swat at her with my arm.

"Stupid puntable."

I sit up in bed. Leave it to Freya to start barking when I'm just getting to a kickass Jeremy Renner / Zombie apocalypse part of a dream.  :D

Oh well.  Until the next one.  Hahaha! Weird dreams, everyone!

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

Weird Dreams: episode two

Well, I did it again.  Yep. I ate before bed.  And this time, it wasn't just a cookie.  It was a greek sub accompanied by fries, gravy, and pepsi. Oh. And it was three hours past my bedtime. So here you go. The awesomeness that is my food induced dream. The starting scene is pretty basic.  Just picture me walking down a dirt road.

I walk until I reach a dead end.  There are a bunch of run down houses and broken down cars and trucks.  People are sitting around fires in barrels and children running around playing with dogs.  No one seems to notice me standing there.

There's a scream from somewhere in the forest and I jump, surprised.  I glance to the the desolate little group who don't seem to have heard a thing.  I open my mouth to yell to get the attention and I stop cold.  One woman is now staring at me, unblinking. She gives one slow shake of her head.
My voice sticks in my suddenly dry throat.

The scream comes again and and I run into the woods alone.


The scream stops.

I pause, trying to decide which direction the echos are coming from.

A rustle to the left has me dashing in that direction.  I immediately regret my decision to try and help.

Laying in the tall grass was a girl. Or what was left of her.  Large claw marks shredded through almost every inch of skin. I could see.  Her long blonde hair was a matted mess with dirt, leaves, and blood.

I race back to the road, and find the people from the sad looking homes all standing there.

"Shit." I abruptly dive right and manage to find an extra burst of speed as I head towards the safety of home.

Stumbling into the house, I try to catch my breath.

"Mi! What's wrong?" Allie hands me a bottle of water.

"Weird people.... scream... body..."

"What are you talking about?"

I manage to get my breathing under control.

"I was walking and I found this little clearing with some weird people in it.  There was this scream and none of them even bothered to look up except for one scary lady.  So I ran into the woods and there was a body.  It was ripped to shreds."  I rush to the bathroom and puke.

"It was probably a deer or something."

I shake me head.  "It was human.  It had long blond hair and ripped clothes and skin..." More of my breakfast makes it into the toilet.

I hear her talking on the phone.

"The police are coming to pick us up so you can show them."

I manage to brush my teeth and decide some gum won't hurt. Two officers pull up in a squad car and we get in the back.

It doesn't take long before I find myself facing the strange people of the clearing.

Allie looks at me.

I nod.  "I told you." I look to the cop beside me.  The freaked out look on his face is enough for me.  "The body was over here."  No one argues as I lead the way.

After an hour of walking around, I still can't find the victim. The blond cop (Kade) is getting impatient.

"I swear, I saw it."

"I believe her.  I've never seen her that upset."  Allie backs me up.

The dark haired cop (Jordan) bends with a frown.  "I found blood."

His partner joins him.

All of us jerk to attention at the sound of a growl to our left.

Jordan and Kade pull their guns and stand in front of us.

"RUN!"  Jordan hollers at us as he and his partner start to fire at whatever is crashing through the woods.

Instead of the cop car, we're greeted by the crowd of strange people with guns aimed at us.  I grab Allie's hand as we are pushed and shoved toward the... beautiful cabin on the edge of a lake...

"This is where you'll be staying."  Scruffy guy with a shotgun shows us to a beautiful room.  "If you need anything just give a call to the main cabin and we'll do our best to accommodate you.  Your boat is ready to go whenever you are."

Anthony claps his hands as we get our tackle and rods ready.  My son and I head out on the lake and find a spot we were told was producing some big pike. We start casting.  Anthony's excitement mounts as he gets a bit and his line tightens.

It takes a bit of work but he manages to pull Jaws into our fishing boat...

We get back on shore and everyone is cheering.

"He's killed the beast!"

I hear gun shots and look up from things I'm unloading.  Allie is running out of the woods and I can tell she's hurt.  She trips and falls, turning to look back at the woods where the gunshots are still happening.

A large shadow comes crashing out of the trees.  All I can make out is black.  It has no solid shape that can I can tell.  Allie screams and her body starts to glow.  She screams again and the glow gets brighter.

The dark thing jumps toward her.  Her third scream has her exploding into a ball of light.

I close my eyes at how bright the explosion is, but not before her light engulfs the dark thing.  Both of them disappear.

The glow starts to spread. It expands, disintegrating everything it touches.

I have time to think that Allie's light is so nice and warm before I poof into nothingness.

Saturday, 12 August 2017

Review of Bama Girl Blues by Gracen Miller

It was supposed to be one night of passion…
Winston “Keys” Cornell is the guitarist for Hot Wired, the hottest band around. With hard work and dedication his band has become a household name. He’s no stranger to a high profile life. Being the heir to a New York fortune meant he was nurtured beneath the scrutiny of the public eye. The paparazzi have been kind, dubbing him the gentleman rocker, a man that plucks the heart strings of women everywhere.
…an agreement between friends, nothing more.
Nessa Hayes is a woman on a mission. She’s outspoken, foul-mouthed, and has her life mapped out. Determined no one will sidetrack her dreams, she’s surprised by her attraction to her childhood friend, Keys. Engaging in an affair with no-strings seemed like a great idea at the time, but falling in love might be the least of her heartache.
But scandals never sleep and…
When their different worlds collide, can they overcome their diversity for a chance at romance? Or will they be broken hearted, left to sing a sad and lonely tune?
…this one might leave Keys singing the Bama Girl Blues!

My Review

It doesn't really matter what genre the book is, if the author is Gracen Miller, you know you'll get swept up in the story. Bama Girl Blues was no exception. Having read the first two books of the Hot Wired series, I was already familiar with Keys and I was very excited to read his book. I wasn't disappointed.

Gracen Miller once again does a fantastic job up getting you into the characters' lives. You see what they see, you think what they think, you feel what they feel. And wow, did I ever feel! This book was a roller coaster of emotion.

I'm not big on going into details of the books I review, so I'll leave you with this: if you're looking for a story that will have you on the edge of your seat and neglecting the house work because you can't stop turning the pages then this is the book for you.

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Keys could pick his nose and I’d think it’s hot.
What’d that say about Nessa when Keys looked like he was one twitch away from going into a full-blown seizure? At least that’s what his version of dancing resembled. So clearly her nose-picking logic made the most sense.
Nessa tried not to gawk, but good lawd, she couldn’t have turned away from watching a train wreck either. An apt description of Keys’ so-called moves.
Train wreck. Poor guy.
His personality and looks made up for this shortcoming, but still… poor guy.
Fang and Derr made him look worse with their rhythmic steps. Even Fallon was better, and she came across as a little stiff. Jase acted the fool, throwing out seventies style strut, a little Footloose panache, and inserted some crazy foot-moves flair she’d only ever seen performed on reruns of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Needless to say those moves had no business ever being performed in public. His over-the-top dance style not only worked for him, but also was fun and demonstrated his zest for life. Despite Jase’s zaniness he still outshined Keys, which was more of a rocking back and forth on his feet and a little hip thrust that was so stiff she cringed each time he executed it.
“Sad, huh?” Her best friend, Samantha—Sam to her friends—said from beside her where they waited at the bar for the next round of drinks.
Tonight was Fang and Sam’s bachelor/bachelorette party and Fang had rented out the nightclub, Double Shots, where apparently Fang—not Heath—had kissed Sam the first time. Sam swore the two personas of Fang’s personality kissed differently. Personally, Nessa couldn’t care less about the details because the idea of Fang’s kisses resulted in bile churning at the back of her throat. Yuck! But her bestie was the happiest she’d seen her since before her parents’ deaths.
“He’s so hawt and then he does that.” Nessa flicked her fingers in Keys’ direction, while shaking her head in mild disgust.

GRACEN MILLER is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time lacrosse mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband of over twenty years. She has an unusual relationship with her muse, Dom, but credits all her creative success to his brilliant mind. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels, horror movies, Alabama football, and coffee... addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and when blending coffee and writing together it generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs and Dom’s aggressive demands. Gracen writes in multiple genres—paranormal romance, paranormal erotic romance, rock star contemporary romance, and dystopian romance. To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her website at
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