His Cemetery Doll

His Cemetery Doll
Coming October 24th

October 22, 2014

Wednesday Writing Challenge: Where Are You?


Welcome to the Wednesday Writing Challenge!

Every Wednesday, I pose a new writing challenge here on the blog. These challenges come from books on writing, classes I've taken on creative writing, or sometimes just from my own imagination. If you're an author, hopefully they will help you get your writing juices flowing and help you improve your craft.

 


Some of these challenges may be very good ones or may include an element I consider highly important for writers to learn...so occasionally I may cycle through some of my favorites more than once. 

 

??  Want to Participate  ??

The Wednesday Challenges are open to all readers. In order to participate, simply comment on the challenge post with your response to the exercise. Not only is it good practice, but you could win something nifty and fun!

 

October Prize: A signed print copy of

Goblin Fires or Lotus Petals 

(Winner's Choice)

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October 18, 2014

Full Moon -- A Blood and Fire Free Read



Full moon.
It means savagery.  It means surrender.  Bright, cold, gleaming impassively over the blue and sleeping world, it makes the blood turn to freezing silver and then burning, boiling scarlet, takes away the man and leaves only beast.  The flesh disappears under pelt; teeth become fangs; body becomes something in between that of man and canine, a knot of carnivorous hunger, ravaging, barbaric need.
Tonight, the moon is full.

October 9, 2014

Special Cover Reveal!

Coming October 24th!
A new novel from Brantwijn Serrah and Breathless Press




(Book Cover Designed By Happi Anarky)

There's a woman in the graveyard.

Conall Mackay never put stock in ghost stories. Not even after thirteen years serving as the cemetery keeper in the village of Whitetail Knoll. But things change. Now, his daughter is dreaming of a figure among the tombstones. The grounds are overrun by dark thorns almost faster than Con can clear them. White fog and gray ribbons creep up on him in the night, and a voiceless beauty beckons him from the darkest corners of the graves.



When the world he knows starts to unravel, Conall might finally be forced to believe. 



Excerpt:



He hadn't slept long before he heard sounds from down in the kitchen below.

"Shyla!" he called gruffly. "Weren't you heading into town?"
No answer came from below, but the sounds of pots clanging told him his daughter toyed about down there. Perhaps she'd decided not to leave him after all and taken it into her head to now re-organize the house, since he'd so clearly wanted her to stay out of the cemetery. With a low groan, Conall rolled out of bed and stepped out into the hall.
"Shyla!" he called again, coming to the head of the stairs. If she had stayed home, she could at least do it without making a lot of noise.
"Shyla, I—"
He staggered then, as the hallway dimmed. Afternoon light flickered strangely, lightning cracking a dismal sky outside, and in the space of time afterward everything else darkened. Conall darted a glance around him as the house fell into shadow.
From the top of the stairwell, he saw the first whispering tendrils of white fog.
The heat of adrenaline shot through his limbs. Conall stumbled back into his bedroom, even as the fog pursued. His gaze shot to the window as the last gray light of day faded away and eerie darkness replaced it, like an eclipse sliding over the sun.
More cold mists veiled the glass, dancing and floating. Trembling overtook him as he spun to find another escape.
He froze, finding himself face-to-face with the broken mask of the cemetery doll.
"You—" he gasped. His breath came out white as the fog enveloped them both, leaving a space of mere inches between them, so he could still see her expressionless face. Gray ribbons wound and curled through the air around him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The doll stared up at him. He sensed her searching, looking into his eyes even though hers remained covered. She held him there with her unseen gaze, until her cool, cold hand came up to touch his bare chest.
Conall let out a low breath. He closed his eyes, and a shudder of strange ease rippled through his body. The cool pads of her fingers ran down his sternum, to his navel. The silky ribbons brushed along his side.
Then he noticed her other hand. She lifted it up, to her own chest, and she held something tightly in her fingers: Shyla's stuffed dog.
"I made that...for my daughter," he whispered. The woman with the broken mask tilted her head down toward the small toy, studying it. For a fraction of a second, her fingers appeared to tighten around it. She returned her gaze to him, then, and the toy fell from her grip into the fog, forgotten.
"Wait—" he said, but she brought her other hand up to his chest to join the first, and he recognized eagerness in the way she pressed her icy skin against his. Her face tilted to him, and then came her lips again, ivory and flawless.
"I—" Conall breathed. "I...don't understand..."
Her fingers slid up, around his neck, but he pulled away.
"No, this...this can't real. I'm asleep. I must be."
Gray ribbons danced, pulling him back to her, and she stroked his face. He sucked in a breath at her touch and found his own hand coming up to brush hers.
"You're so cold," he said. "Like stone...but..."
Her cool touch thrilled him; it made his skin tingle and the heat of his own body sing. Her perfect flesh did, in fact, prove soft under his hands, as if the contact with his worn calluses infused cold ivory with yearning. She caressed his cheek, and Conall leaned into it. Before he could stop himself, he bowed his head to her and kissed her frozen lips.



 

October 8, 2014

Wednesday Writing Challenge: Uncommon Loveliness


Welcome to the Wednesday Writing Challenge!

Every Wednesday, I pose a new writing challenge here on the blog. These challenges come from books on writing, classes I've taken on creative writing, or sometimes just from my own imagination. If you're an author, hopefully they will help you get your writing juices flowing and help you improve your craft.

 


Some of these challenges may be very good ones or may include an element I consider highly important for writers to learn...so occasionally I may cycle through some of my favorites more than once. 

 

??  Want to Participate  ??

The Wednesday Challenges are open to all readers. In order to participate, simply comment on the challenge post with your response to the exercise. Not only is it good practice, but you could win something nifty and fun!

 

October Prize: A signed print copy of

Goblin Fires or Lotus Petals 

(Winner's Choice)

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October 1, 2014

Wednesday Writing Challenge: Beyond Skin Deep


Welcome to the Wednesday Writing Challenge!

Every Wednesday, I pose a new writing challenge here on the blog. These challenges come from books on writing, classes I've taken on creative writing, or sometimes just from my own imagination. If you're an author, hopefully they will help you get your writing juices flowing and help you improve your craft.

 


Some of these challenges may be very good ones or may include an element I consider highly important for writers to learn...so occasionally I may cycle through some of my favorites more than once. 

 

??  Want to Participate  ??

The Wednesday Challenges are open to all readers. In order to participate, simply comment on the challenge post with your response to the exercise. Not only is it good practice, but you could win something nifty and fun!

 

October Prize: A signed print copy of

Goblin Fires or Lotus Petals 

(Winner's Choice)

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September 29, 2014

New Review: Wicked Satyr Nights, by Rebekah Lewis

 

In Ancient Greece, the god Pan made a terrible mistake which resulted in the creation of a race of immortal satyrs. Centuries later, he lives secluded in the Pine Barrens, frightening the mortals by taking the guise of an abhorrent local monster. When a beautiful woman shows up in his forest looking for proof of his existence, Pan can't resist revealing himself to her.

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I've been looking forward to reading Wicked Satyr Nights for ages, and the only reason it took this long was because of my day job. I stayed up nights reading eagerly about Pan's adventures with Kat Silverton, the zoologist who stumbles upon his secret, and I was very, very happy to find that Rebekah Lewis and her cursed satyroi did not disappoint!

A Foreplay and Fangs Review

As with all my new reviews, I'll be rating the book in three parts: Storytelling, Technical, and Passion. The Storytelling aspect of any book pertains to how much the story appealed to me, including the setting, the characters, and plot. The Technical aspect pertains to literary analysis; for those of you who don't know, I spent 4 years learning to appreciate and analyze literature and writing techniques, including classical, contemporary, poetry and argumentative. It's impossible for me to read a book without considering its effectiveness in from a technical standpoint. Passion is probably self-explanatory: how did the tale measure up with heat, eroticism, and romance?

Without further ado, I give you my review of Wicked Satyr Nights!

Storytelling: 5 Happy Grins

From the very first page, I was surprised by the plot of this story. Knowing we are destined to find a whirlwind romance between an immortal Greek God-turned-satyr and discover the story behind his centuries-old curse, imagine my surprise when our story begins with a zoologist and her team searching the woods of New Jersey for the famous Jersey Devil.


I must confess a bit of doubt here. I wasn't exactly sure how Ms. Lewis could connect an American urban legend with an ancient Greek God and the rich history of Greek mythology. The two styles of myth and legend did not seem to mesh, in my mind.

Happily, Ms. Lewis really surprised me, and in the process she created an exceptionally unique plotline! Not only is the story in Wicked Satyr Nights a sound, solid plot, it goes beyond your typical romance to create an interesting complex tale. As Wicked Satyr Nights is the first in the series of the Cursed Satyroi, we know there will be more to come. Ms. Lewis shows a good grasp of pacing and plot elements, and satisfies reader's interest in this book's plot while leaving enough intrigue open for future stories. In terms of story, a definite winner!   

Technical: 5 Sage Nods

In the beginning, I thought Wicked Satyr Nights was going to falter a bit in the technical sense, for the same reasons most romances do in my mind: pacing. However, unlike most romance books, this one manages its hints and twists very well, in the sense that, it uses them.

When most romance novels tend to throw the lead romantic pair into a rushed sense of instant passion, this book manages that rush in a much more sensible way. At first it may seem things are progressing out-of-control, until that rapidity becomes a relevant clue in the plot itself. As I mentioned, Ms. Lewis exhibits a very good grasp of pacing with this book.

Another high point in the technical aspect comes from the imagery in this book. I found myself swept away especially by a certain chapter dedicated to Pan telling his story. This, of course, being a story within a story, I was pleased with Ms. Lewis' choice for framing: rather than simply having the characters sit down over coffee and Pan taking over the dialogue for a whole chapter, his past is revealed in a much more immersive, theatrical way. One of my favorite parts of the book.

Passion: 5 Sensual Sighs

I think Ms. Lewis shows a lot of strength in her ability to balance the elements of this story, and the passionate parts are no exception. There is a really wonderful mix of hot-and-heavy, needful desire, and sweet tenderness. Additional points for a fairly intriguing glimpse at the more sexually indulgent side of a Greek bacchanal! Love and sex are, at some times, very separate things to these characters, and at other times they twine together in wonderful ways. I applaud the book's ability to show both these natures without feeling the need to force them into uniform alignment at all times.

Final Score:

A Terrific 5 out of 5!

I recommend this book for fans of magic, myth, and modern romance!



Find Rebekah Lewis and her Cursed Satyroi series on Amazon and Breathless Press!

Rebekah's page at Breathless  

The Cursed Satyroi Series at Amazon 

Soon to come: Mercury Rising, a new novella of The Cursed Satyroi!

September 24, 2014

Wednesday Writing Challenge: *Second Chance* - Sensory Deprivation

Welcome to the Wednesday Writing Challenge! 


I was sad to see no one tried this one...so I'm giving it another go, but this time you can earn ~3~ entries in the monthly competition!

Do give it a try, darlings...

Every Wednesday, I pose a new writing challenge here on the blog. These challenges come from books on writing, classes I've taken on creative writing, or sometimes just from my own imagination. If you're an author, hopefully they will help you get your writing juices flowing and help you improve your craft.

 


Some of these challenges may be very good ones or may include an element I consider highly important for writers to learn...so occasionally I may cycle through some of my favorites more than once. 

 

??  Want to Participate  ??

The Wednesday Challenges are open to all readers. In order to participate, simply comment on the challenge post with your response to the exercise. Not only is it good practice, but you could win something nifty and fun!

 

August Prize: A 4-Pack of Brantwijn Serrah "Flirts"

Change of Pace

Phone Home

Eat Dessert First 

And the Breathless Press Bestseller

All Mad Here


All Flirts contain 2 coupons for more Breathless Press Titles!

For Full Contest Details, See Here ~

PLEASE REMEMBER YOU MUST BE SIGNED UP FOR THE NEWSLETTER. OTHERWISE I MAY NOT BE ABLE TO NOTIFY YOU IF YOU WIN!

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 And now...

***Here's Today's Challenge!***


Write about an everyday interaction.

Walking the dog.

Gardening.

Eating a meal.

Chatting at the office.

Spending time with a loved one.

Make up your own.


Describe the experience as though you are completely blind.