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IN TWO MINDS ~ A story written with Bill Kirton (@carver22) for @RBwood’s Word Count Podcast

The prompt for R.B. Wood’s Word Count Podcast #67  asked that we use JUNE in the setting AND the picture below:

For this story, the fabulous Bill Kirton and I are at it again!

You’ll recall I joined forces with Bill on two other shows:  “The Wrong Shoes” and Selfie Love.”

“In Two Minds” came together quickly, and we think it’s one of our best stories to date. I wrote parts 1 & 3, and Bill penned 2 & 4. There was no discussion of plot or characters prior to writing each part. We simply played off each other’s segment.

The title (Bill’s idea) is just as it implies, an exploration of two minds, evident in both the story and our collaboration.

Listen to Bill and me reading the story here.

You can also learn all the latest from the Facebook page for the Wordcount Podcast. Please LIKE the page if you get a chance. I know R.B. would love to have more people on the show. It’s a great way to hone your writing chops and be part of a supportive group of authors.

Thank you and hope you enjoy the story!

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I hate crowds, but here I am at one of the busiest places in New York on a June afternoon. The Jones Beach Theatre kicks off the summer with a free concert featuring famous musicians, and some not so famous. Though it is never confirmed, rumours swirl that music agents dot the crowd in search of fresh talent. The concert attracts musicians from all across the country and goes on for the entire day. It’s believed that catching the attention of one influential agent amongst 15,000 concertgoers is still a better odd at success than uploading a viral Youtube video.

I would not be here if it were not for James. He and I have just started seeing each other; it’s our third date. His teenage son is in a band that will play here today. Given the chaotic start, I imagine their band won’t appear until the second half of the show.

It’s only noon, and it’s sweltering.

Greasy people in shorts and tank tops, smelling of coconut scented lotion, are in constant motion around me. We are seated in the middle of a row where twenty-somethings shuffle by us to get to the end of the aisle or to their seats. They carry trays of beer and snacks. I stand every time someone passes in front of me, not to give them room, but to avoid having them touch me.

My germaphobia is on high alert.

“You all right, Maggie?” James touches my arm lightly as I sit down again. “You must be hot in that long sleeve blouse.”

I shake my head. A bead of sweat pools at my hairline, but I dab it before it rolls down my face. “No, no … I’m fine.” It’s a lie of course, but I like James. I’m willing to tough it out for a few hours with him here.

He leans toward me and brushes a sticky strand of hair from my cheek. “You’re such a good sport for coming out here with me today, especially in this heat.” He smiles in a way that makes my stomach drop a little. “How about I go buy you a souvenir T-shirt?” he says. “I’m sure it will be a lot cooler than what you’re wearing.”

I am hot, and only getting hotter. I suddenly feel heat rush to my face. “Thank you, James, but I won’t be able to wear it anyway.”

“Why not?”

“It’s … it’s the formaldehyde. They use it to treat new materials, so I never wear anything new unless I wash it first.”

James furrows his brow as he looks at me. 

Have I offended him?

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Bizarre creatures, women. Necessary, essential even, but so hard to fathom. There’s not much I like more than putting on a fresh, brand new shirt. Does that mean I’ve got a thing for formaldehyde? Poor Maggie. She’s sitting there, obviously uncomfortable from the heat, but it’s more than that. It’s the people. I sort of knew it from how I first met her. In a library of all places. Who the hell goes to libraries nowadays? Well, obviously Maggie does. I was there to look up something for Cal. He’s written a couple of new songs for the band which they think could be their breakthrough. I have to admit the lyrics are pretty impressive but he said there was something missing from the second one. He’d been a bit ambitious, tried threading different sets of references together and wanted to get Norse myths into it. He’d looked online but hadn’t found anything extreme enough – he wanted weird hybrid creatures, the things that popped out when Gods had sex with humans – so I said I’d check the stacks in the university library. And there she was – not in the main building, but at a single table tucked away in a corner of the stack. Little halo of sunlight around her hair, stunningly beautiful – so much so that you’d expect her to be gliding about where there were others to admire her. But no, she was in a near empty building, reading quietly amongst dust and volumes that were rarely opened.

She’s an enigma. OK, we’re still new to one another but at least she’s here. I really thought she’d say no when I invited her to come. I mean, The Jones Beach Theatre? First concert of the summer? Hardly the place for someone who’s agoraphobic. But she’s here. That’s a positive, right? But can anything come of it really? I can’t help feeling I’m invading her space. When I brushed back her hair then, she flinched. Only slightly, a conditioned reflex. She smiled to hide it, but it was there. And yet we’ve kissed, I’ve held her. Nothing much more yet and I’m trying not to rush things, but if she always needs to stay in that cocoon of hers, well…

God, the noise. That’s the trouble with these things – most of the stuff onstage is derivative. Tribute bands without admitting it. The present lot are probably copying Spinal Tap, with the amps set to 11. I’ll be glad when Cal’s set’s over. I won’t look for him. His mum’s here somewhere so she’ll probably find him and embarrass him in front of the band. Maggie and I will just find somewhere quiet. Yes, quiet would be good.

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I’m relieved when James takes my hand and brushes his lips over the fingertips. Despite the heat, a shiver runs down my spine.

He is unlike the others. James is gentle and considerate, and when I’m with him, I feel like what I imagine a normal woman would feel like. I can only owe this to him being a father. He cares about more than just himself. I sensed that when he approached me at the library where we first met. He immediately apologized for disturbing me and sat in a poorly lit area so he would not infringe on my space. I felt bad for him, trying to read in the dark like that. When I gestured for him to sit closer to the window and the light, closer to me, he almost seemed reluctant to do so, but he did.

I always fall for the shy, quiet types.

It’s been two years since Mike, even if I’m reminded of him every time I walk by the overgrown flowerbed in my backyard. The patch of wild flowers is hidden behind my wood shed, a dilapidated structure used to store garden equipment, along with leftover cans of paints and cleaners. I repainted that garage with three coats of oil paint. The smell was awful, but for a time, it masked the odour of the body.

It was with Mike that I learned everything I needed to know about formaldehyde. Mike turned out to be an abusive drunk after our initial honeymoon phase. My biggest mistake was inviting him to live with me after only a few months. He must have been on his best behaviour before then because he changed immediately after moving in. From the moment he came home after work, he drank beer and hardly moved from the couch in front of the TV. Next came the hard liquor, soon followed by his violent fits of rage.

Ten drops of methanol added to his scotch over three nights was all it took. The chemical metabolized into formaldehyde inside his body and led to respiratory failure. Mike’s asthma sped up his demise. The hardest part was keeping his body in the shed while I dug up the flowerbed.

But James is not Mike. He’s different from the rest. He’s not a loner. He has people who depend on him. That will make it difficult for me to fall back into old patterns.

The others are gone now, in the past. James is my future.

I palm his face and offer a sweet smile. “I’m just being silly,” I say, “Of course, you can buy me a T-shirt. I’d love to have one as a reminder of our day.”

“Excellent!” he says. A grin lifts the corners of James’ big, brown eyes. He appears genuinely pleased.

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You know, maybe I’m seeing problems where none exist. As I’ve said, we’ve kissed, touched, and she’s here beside me. Even in this heat, she’s still looking great. I couldn’t resist kissing her hand. And she let me, even smiled. It was magical – her and me, a little oasis of quiet in the din. And she touched my cheek, trailed her fingers over my lips. No recoils, no flinching. Maybe it’s my imagination again. It’s just that she seems so fragile, vulnerable. That’s so bloody attractive nowadays, when women’s sexuality has become so … well, aggressive. She’s probably just shy. I’m going to get her that T-shirt but I don’t want to leave her alone here with all these strangers around her. We’ll get it after Cal’s set.

I can’t help feeling sort of special that she’s let me get this close. It seems like a real date, the first. The other two we’ve had so far were fine but there was a distance. We were feeling our way – both of us. You know, I even think she may be a virgin. I know it’s unlikely. I mean she’s well into her thirties, but there’s that mystery about her, that otherness. Makes me want to protect her. I know, I know – typical male fantasy, macho crap, but I can’t help it. It’s that fragility. When I was at her place for dinner, it was almost a parody of the single female. The place was immaculate, the kitchen spotless. She’s a wonderful cook. The meal wasn’t at all fussy and yet the flavours were superb, but she blushed when I said so, waved away the compliment and said something about adding chorizo oil at the last minute.

But she’s no handyman – the garden, the shed, they’re just embarrassing really. It’s a nice place, lots of potential, but it needs a bit of TLC. The shed ought to come down. Apart from the state it’s in, it’s right at the front, hiding the bit of garden that’s got the most potential. The central flowerbed’s a disaster. All around the edge she’s got delphiniums, lavatera, hollyhocks, foxgloves – that sort of thing. It’s like a wall of flowers and, in the middle, where you can hardly see them, there are phlox, Californian poppies and peonies. It needs a man’s touch. I’m toying with the idea of surprising her. She has a graphics conference in Massachusetts next month. I’m thinking of giving the garden a make-over while she’s away. Put up a new shed, fix the trellis at the side of the house. Most of all dig over and replant that bed.

That’s for later, though. For now, I’ll just sit with the beautiful Maggie and watch my own kid, whose nappies I used to change, excite these thousands of people with his music. Life doesn’t get much better.

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Thank you for reading and/or listening. Feel free to leave a comment or question. Feedback, whether good or bad is always welcome.

~eden

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SELFIE LOVE ~ A story written with Bill Kirton (@carver22) for @RBwood’s Word Count Podcast

The prompt for R.B. Wood’s FIRST Word Count Podcast of 2017 asked that we use January in the setting AND the picture below:

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And … I didn’t write the story on my own.

You may recall I collaborated with Bill Kirton, the esteemed Scottish author for a story titled: “The Wrong Shoes.” That was already two years ago!

Since then, Bill and I have wanted to write together again, and we’ve done it. Hopefully, we will do it again this year.

This story is written in two different voices as an e-mail exchange. Bill started it, and we went from there. Neither of us knew where the other was going. It was both fun and a challenge to write this saucy tale. You can learn more about the process on Bill’s blog.

I’m excited to write for R.B. Wood’s podcast again. The new year brings with it many creative opportunities, and I look forward to sharing my writing with you.

Enjoy “Selfie Love.” You can listen to Bill and me reading the story on episode 62 of R.B. Wood’s podcast.

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Sorry, Laura, I don’t get it. I mean, it’s been, what, 2 months? And not a word. Then suddenly, you send this. The photo. I know, I know, we said no commitment, no follow-ups. And that was right. I knew there’d be hell to pay with Alice if she knew. I mean, wives get understandably pissed off with that sort of thing. You made it pretty clear it’d be the same with your Tom. They wouldn’t understand. Of course they wouldn’t. I get all that, but I don’t know, I thought we’d at least keep in touch somehow. But not like this. An email, no words, just this attachment. What the hell’s it mean?

At first, I thought it was maybe just your way of saying you remembered a great night, a great way to start the year. Just the two of us, the house by the water. But I don’t remember us taking a shot like this. There were much better views. I mean, when the tide’s out like that, the estuary’s… well, just mud. Then I remembered, we did take some shots from here, but we were just fooling around. They were all selfies. So I looked through them. Great memories, certainly. You look as gorgeous as ever. And we’re both grinning like idiots. But then it struck me that one of them was taken from exactly that point on the road, the same point as the one you sent. Not just approximately, but exactly there. The single phone wire top right, the rail bottom left, the angle… If it was just a shot of the view, it’s a helluva coincidence.

But it’s not a coincidence, is it? It’s the selfie. You’ve just photoshopped us out of it. Used bits of the other shots to paste over us. And you’ve done a helluva good job. But why? Is it a fancy way of saying it won’t happen again? No more nights or weekends? I want to believe you sent it for good reasons, not scary ones. So humour me, will you? Remember, I have a very small brain, so I need things spelled out for me. What’s it mean? Please.

Love and lots of our kisses

Ross.

*****

Ross,

You’re right. This is a strange way to reconnect … and I’m sorry.

I had this email in my “Drafts” for days. Frustration, more than anything made me finally hit the send button. Now, I wish I hadn’t. I wish I’d had the courage not to follow up as we’d agreed. I hate myself for my weakness.

This cryptic photo is the umpteenth iteration of this email, started more than a week ago. I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve spent trying to find the right words, and in the end, there were no words. I thought the picture would explain it better.

I had hoped you would understand. You were always in tune with my moods, even in the beginning when we were only speaking through emails and messaging. It’s why I originally agreed to Skype. What we had is something I’ve never had with any other man.

I’m saying this not because I blame you. Our time together brought me more happiness than I’ve had in my marriage in years, but now … I’m being punished. How fucking selfish of me for pursuing my own needs!

Oh Ross, don’t you see? If only I could erase us from that freezing day in January as easily as I photo-shopped us out of the picture, I would.

Forget about me. Forget about us.

Be the stronger one, and don’t contact me again. Please.

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Laura,

I’m sorry if you thought the long gap meant that asking me to be strong had worked. No chance, I’m afraid. No, it’s the same as it was for you. Different versions of this email have come and gone. The first one came out of panic, anger, said all sorts of despicable things that would have guaranteed it was over – you and me, I mean. Then the pathetic self-pity kicked in and I was pleading, begging – a completely unlovable, cowardly wimp. Thank God I didn’t send them. I hope I’ll be able to keep all that in check this time because I need to understand why. I can’t get past that word. Why? Why? Why? It just keeps on eating at me.

I’ve re-read your note so many times I could probably recite it from memory, but there’s so much of it I don’t understand. That January night seems decades away so maybe my recollections are skewed, but I don’t remember agreeing that there wouldn’t be any more. We were a bit quiet at the end but I thought that was because the weekend was over and we’d be going our separate ways – but not forever. I’m obviously not always in tune with your moods as much as you say. I certainly didn’t pick up on that one. Maybe I only ever saw what I wanted to see. You said yourself that us being together brought you happiness. It did. That’s what I saw.

You know, I thought I was joking about having a small brain but trying to decipher your email makes me think it’s probably true. In different circumstances, we’d have thought the symbolism of erasing a couple from a selfie was brilliant, but not when it’s us. God, we’ve been so careful, even with one another. Remember how we resisted that word ‘love’ for so long. Joked about it only being lust. Love was dangerous, threatened everything. But we were just fooling ourselves. In the end, it had to be said. And it was true. Still is. And part of the deal was that we’d only let ourselves say it as long as no one else was hurt by it. It’s been hard sometimes to hide it, but we’ve managed it. None of our friends suspect anything. It’s not going to be nearly as easy hiding the ache there’ll be if we do stop.

I’m just rambling. I don’t know what to say, how to convince you. You say you’re being punished – how? What’s punishing you? Who’s punishing you?

Sweet Laura, I don’t want to be the one who makes you miserable. If the problem is things I’ve said or done, tell me please. If the only way to take away the hurt is to say goodbye, I’ll say it. I won’t like it, but I’ll say it. Remember when I told you about that bit from Byron? I wasn’t being a pseud or pretentious. I meant it. It was something I read at school. I must have been 16, maybe 17, and it summed up exactly what I wanted. And it’s what I had, have with you.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling place

With one fair spirit for my minister.

Then I could quite forget the human race

And, hating no one, love but only her.

Corny? Maybe. Melodramatic, yeah, probably. But that’s what you are – my one fair spirit.

If you don’t reply, I’ll know it’s finished. I won’t write again, won’t ask any more questions or be so bloody needy. But I’ll never forget you.

All, yes, all my love.

Ross.

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Oh Ross …

I haven’t been able to stop crying since I got your note. I’ve told my husband I’ve come down with a bad cold. Thankfully, he doesn’t suspect otherwise. Truth is, I can’t dislodge you from my heart, no matter how hard I’ve tried. Until I read your email, I was barely functioning.

When I wrote to you, I was so confused. I didn’t see another option but to end it with us. I’m in a difficult place, but my tears haven’t all been sad ones. Reading your words gave me joy as well, especially the part where you said you still love me. Secretly, I must’ve hoped you would write back even though I asked you not to. I also love the piece from Byron. You see Ross, you do know me, even better than I know myself these days.

I’m so sorry I caused you pain. I never intended to. I just hurt so much after coming back from our weekend. With you, I discovered what it was like to feel true happiness. Our time together was bliss, and I’m still shocked that we managed to meet. We went from emailing one another to Skype to finally spending the night together. How many people get such an opportunity, and how many actually take it?

And though I’ve always believed that we should want what we have, I couldn’t resist you … so here we are.

You once asked me why I never called your wife by her name. I don’t think I ever responded, but I’d like to tell you now. The reason is because she and I don’t have a relationship. She’s your wife. If I were to use her name, it would bring her to life in my head, as if she were connected to me somehow, which she isn’t. And that goes for my husband as well. I never mention his name when I talk to you.

We’ve been so careful to keep our spouses and friends outside the world we’ve created. It’s just been the two of us … until now.

I waited as long as I did before I sent my first email because I had to be sure.

Ross, I’m pregnant with our child.

*****

OK darling, I haven’t given it enough time to think this through but I can imagine how anxious you are to know my reaction. Don’t worry, it’s good. More than good, it’s bloody brilliant. But that’s just the beginning. We can’t do this through emails. We need to be together to talk about it, back at the house by the river. Now, or as soon as you can make it.

You didn’t say what you thought about it. Hard to, really, there are so many obstacles in the way now. I think there might have been a time, when I was a lot younger, when this would’ve scared the hell out of me. I don’t like to think of what I might have done. Now, though… Well, I just hope we want the same thing, but I’ll go along with whatever you decide. It’s your body.

It won’t be easy, untangling ourselves from the lives we’ve lived so far, but we can do it. We have to. I feel bad, very bad, about how it’ll hit Alice and Tom. There’s no way round that. It’s not like erasing them from a selfie. So much for not hurting anybody. But we’ll make it as easy as we can for them. In the end, love’s such a selfish thing, but it’s also a gift, the best thing in the world. And we have it, and now there’s a chance I’ll have not just one, but two fair spirits. We can make it. We can make it.

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Thank you for reading and/or listening. Feel free to leave a comment or question. Feedback, whether good or bad is always welcome.

~eden

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How to write for @KindleWorlds if you don’t live in the USA

When bestselling author Toby Neal invited me to write for her Lei Crime Series on Kindle Worlds last year, I knew nothing about the new platform. I soon learned it was the licensed fan fiction arm of Amazon.

Months later, I was excited to launch my novella, A Snake in Paradise for the series, but it almost did not happen.

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At the 11th hour, the Author Acquisition Manager at Amazon told me I could not upload my book to the Kindle Worlds platform.

Why?

Because I was a foreign author—foreign because I lived outside the U.S.A., that is.

You see, Kindle Worlds does not accommodate any of the international Amazon markets, only the US one. I’m in Canada, so that meant I was not eligible to publish to Kindle Worlds.

Imagine you’ve written a book that you can’t publish! It was a stressful time, especially as I was part of a group of motivated authors who had worked hard to co-ordinate a successful release. With book covers, graphics, and author interviews set to go on launch date, I couldn’t let this unexpected turn sabotage my contribution to the series. Luckily for me, I persisted and received some good information that allowed me to continue.

It’s almost been a year since I released my second Kindle Worlds title, SEAL of a Monk. 

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Since then, a dozen or so non-US authors have contacted me about what they should do to publish on Kindle Worlds.

I recently contributed to an article that Toby Neal wrote called: Writing for Kindle Worlds – the Good and the Ugly, in which I opined about the limitations of Kindle Worlds for foreign authors. Toby’s post is a must-read for any author considering writing for Kindle Worlds.

With my third novella for the Lei Crime Kindle World releasing next month, I thought it timely to blog about what you need to do if you live outside the USA and want to write for Kindle Worlds.

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Because Kindle Worlds operates out of the US, non-US authors cannot access their site, neither to create an account, nor to upload a book to it. I have a third party American administrator who does it all for me. Her name is Jessica Lewis, and I have her permission to share her information in this post.

Jessica created an account under her own name and uploaded my files to it. In essence, she took over as “me.” Once we both agreed to the terms, I sent her my manuscript, book cover, book blurb, keywords, etc., and she uploaded them to her account. A contract was signed stating that she had no claim to any rights or ownership of my work, even though she was the one sending the information to Kindle Worlds.

The other part concerns payment.

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The royalty reports for Kindle Worlds’ titles are not emailed to the owner of the account. The only way to access these reports is through Author Central. It’s ironic that although I can see my royalty statements, the money is not sent to me. It is sent to Jessica in USD. I had two choices on how to receive my payments. I could either give Jessica access to my Author Central account to pull my reports, or I could pull them myself and send them to her. I chose the latter.

Payment can be made via Paypal, (fast and easy), but the amount would be converted to the currency of the author’s country.

Personally, I prefer to be paid in USD, so I gather up three months’ royalties and send Jessica a statement. She then sends me a USD cheque via snail mail.

I also signed a W8BEN form for Jessica to keep on record in case she is audited by the IRS. Of course, this entire arrangement requires a certain level of trust. For her trouble, Jessica receives 5% of my earnings. Before I signed up with her, I also talked to two other authors who used her services. They spoke highly of her work. In dealing with her for more than a year now, I tend to agree. She is a professional, and I have recommended her to several other authors who have used her services.

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Most authors have become accustomed to how easy it is to publish and make changes to their books on KDP. Unfortunately, you won’t have this freedom with Kindle Worlds if you’re a foreign author. For instance, if you need to make a change to your file after it is uploaded, you will have to go through your third party. All this requires time, so the immediacy and control you have with KDP is lost. It is unfortunate that Kindle Worlds and KDP don’t talk to one another, but each has different systems and sets of rules for pricing and acceptance.

Overall, my experience with Kindle Worlds has been a positive one for many reasons. With respect to the limitations around publishing as a foreign author, I weighed the options and considered it a worthy venture for me. I’ve developed a relationship with Jessica that works for both of us. This would be no different than finding the right editor or proofreader or another professional to help with my book. Having said this, just because it’s possible to publish to Kindle Worlds as a foreign author does not mean everyone will do it. With its current restrictions, it may not be worth it for some. It’s a decision every author needs to assess for themselves.

My hope is that as more foreign authors consider their options to join KW, it will serve to encourage the platform to expand its operations. It would appear that KDP is the perfect model to build off.

As an author who wants to reach the widest market possible, it is frustrating that readers in countries outside the US cannot purchase my Kindle Worlds’ titles. I’m not sure what it will take for KW to grow its operations, but as per Toby’s articleWe’ve been assured by Amazon for over a year that they will be going international, but so far it hasn’t happened.

In the meantime, I’d like to share Jessica Lewis’ information if you are interested in using her services to publish your Kindle Worlds books.

Email: jessica@authorslifesaver.com

Website: http://www.authorslifesaver.com/meet

Unfortunately, there are no other “Jessicas” in the marketplace that we are aware of. It would be so great to clone her!

If you know of someone who is doing this role, feel free to list their contact information in the comments. For now, this is the only way I know in which non-US authors can publish to Kindle Worlds.

I’d be more than happy to discuss your experience with Kindle Worlds, good or bad. Comments are always welcome!

~eden

 

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SEAL of a MONK releases by Eden Baylee for #LeiCrimeKW

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My second novella for the Lei Crime Series on Kindle Worlds launches today!

SEAL of a Monk brings back my main character, Lainey Lee from A Snake in Paradise, with a completely different storyline.

Along with my book are five others that are part of this second wave for the series, based on the books of bestselling author, Toby Neal.

The Shell Seeker by Christine Nolfi

Torn Roots by Scott Bury

Money Makes it Deadlier by Julie C. Gilbert

Coffee and Kukui Nuts by A.J. Llewellyn

Princess Eyes Part 1 and Part 2 by Lucas Kana

Please check out all the books in the series so far

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Huge thanks to the designer of all my covers – JBGraphics who also designed a new website for me in time for the launch.

Check it out here and let me know what you think!

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Summary and early reviews for SEAL of a Monk

The ancient jungles of Kauai provide the perfect setting for self-discovery.

Despite the terror she experienced on her last trip, Lainey Lee returns to Hawaii to manage a silent meditation course on the Coconut Coast. Twenty-five women are under her care for ten days in a beautiful and remote location. Lainey expects to find inner peace, but four days into the course, one of the meditators disappears without a trace.

Did the girl leave of her own free will, or was she lured away by a strange cult? Lainey is frantic to answer these questions. As her desperation grows, she finds help from an unexpected source—a retired Navy SEAL named Maximillian Scott.

Now, Lainey has two mysteries to solve: what happened to the missing girl and the case of her own heart. Can she ever trust a man again?

” …blends a little something for everyone in beautiful but deadly Hawaii.”

“It has so many twists and turns plus a surprise ending.”

“…fast moving and entertaining.”

I hope you’ll pick up a copy, and many thanks for your continued support,

~eden 

 

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Cover Reveal – SEAL of a MONK by Eden Baylee for #LeiCrimeKW

ASIP KWThe past couple of months have been busy ones — mainly plotting my upcoming novel, A FRAGILE TRUCE and completing a second novella for the Lei Crime Series on Kindle Worlds, based on the books of author, Toby Neal.

A Snake in Paradise released April 7th and launched the series along with seven other books.

We toured in June, and the experience has been so wonderful, I thought to do it again!

SEAL of a Monk brings back my main character, Lainey Lee, with a completely different storyline. You don’t need to read A Snake in Paradise first, but it would give you more insight into the character if you did. 😉

The new novella is in final edits and I’m thrilled to reveal the cover.

Voilà!

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Isn’t it fabulous! Huge thanks to the designer of all my covers – JBGraphics. It was difficult to strike a balance of old and new, but he did a terrific job in unifying the look of the books.

Here’s the synopsis for SEAL of a Monk

The ancient jungles of Kauai provide the perfect setting for self-discovery.

Despite the terror she experienced on her last trip, Lainey Lee returns to Hawaii to manage a silent meditation course on the Coconut Coast. Twenty-five women are under her care for ten days in a beautiful and remote location. Lainey expects to find inner peace, but four days into the course, one of the meditators disappears without a trace.

Did the girl leave of her own free will, or was she lured away by a strange cult? Lainey is frantic to answer these questions. As her desperation grows, she finds help from an unexpected source—a retired Navy SEAL named Maximillian Scott.

Now, Lainey has two mysteries to solve: what happened to the missing girl and the case of her own heart. Can she ever trust a man again?

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I hope the story interests you. It was fun to write, and the research fascinated me on so many levels.

Stay tuned as the next wave of LEI CRIME books are scheduled for release. Target date: July 31st.

In the meantime, you can find all the books for the Lei Crime Series on Amazon US. Sorry it’s not available in other parts of the world (as yet).

If you do not live in the US and wish to read any of the books, e-mail me or leave a comment and I’ll do my best to get a copy to you. 🙂

As always, please accept my sincere thanks for your continued support,

~eden 

 

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HAPPY LAUNCH DAY to the authors of #LeiCrimeKW via @tobywneal at @kindleworlds

Release Day is finally here for me and a group of authors writing in Toby Neal’s Lei Crime Series!

Today, author Toby Neal gets her own Lei Crime Series on Kindle Worlds and we get to launch it with our books! 

You can read all about it on Toby’s website, where she has a page about the Lei Crime Kindle World. Toby has also blogged about it here today.

My contribution is a suspense novella (with an erotic slant) called A Snake in Paradise. It takes place on the big island of Hawaii and runs concurrently with Toby’s first book, Blood Orchids.

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Buy link: Amazon US 

Lainey Lee has always dreamed of going to Hawaii. It should have been her honeymoon trip, only it never happened. Now, in a poetic twist of fate, she is making the journey twenty-seven years later—following a messy divorce.

Once on the Big Island, Lainey discovers paradise, but white sand beaches and blue skies are not all Hawaii has to offer. She soon meets Julian, a mysterious stranger ten years her junior. They share an instant connection.

Lainey is eager to shed the fears that trapped her in a loveless marriage, but is Julian a tempting distraction, a new beginning, or a snake in paradise?

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AUTHORS LAUNCHING THE LEI CRIME SERIES

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Along with me, seven other authors are releasing books today. Each one has taken his/her own unique spin on Toby’s books. There is a wide cross-section of genres and something for everyone. I am so impressed with the work I’ve read so far and feel privileged to be among the group.

Hit the title to access the book on Amazon. 

Hidden Poppies by M.L. Doyle (Mystery: LGBT theme)

Never Again by Julie C. Gilbert (Suspense: Stalking)

Warrior Dog by Emily Kimelman (Action: Animal protagonist)

Saddle Road by J.L. Oakley (Mystery: US Veterans)

Half Moon Girls by Corinne O’Flynn (Murder mystery)

The Shell Keeper by Christine Nolfi (Magical realism)

Fireweed Trail by Craig Hansen (Young adult: Coming of age)

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TWITTER CHAT TODAY & TOMORROW

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I’ll be live on Twitter with the other authors this evening April 7th. Pull up the hashtag #LeiCrimeKW and join us. Come say hello! Better yet, if you have questions about Kindle Worlds, our books, writing timelines, etc., just ask, we’d love to talk to you!

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MY NEWSLETTER

Last but not least, I’ll be running giveaways for my books in the coming months. Announcements will be made first via my newsletter, so sign up now if you haven’t already. It’s an infrequent newsletter but it’s packed with deals that I don’t want you to miss.

Sign up by hitting the graphic below and filling in your email. Just make sure to confirm the email in your inbox. Easy!

I’ll send you cake if you subscribe. 😉

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HUGE thanks to Toby for inviting me to write in her world, and congratulations to all the other authors launching today!

And as always, thank you SO MUCH for your continued support. Without you, the reader, none of this is possible.

~ eden 

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Cover Reveal – A SNAKE IN PARADISE – My #LeiCrimeKW novella

Warning: I hope you like snakes because I do. 😉

It’s been a crazy few weeks since bestselling author Toby Neal asked if I’d like to help launch her Lei Crime Series on Kindle World. I wrote about it here on my blog.

The novella is in final edits and I’m VERY PROUD to reveal the cover.

Voilà!

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Isn’t it delicious! Huge thanks to the creator of my covers – JBGraphics. As always, he captures the essence of the story with just the right balance of image and color.

The Lei Crime Series launches April 7th, and I can’t wait for you to see all the other wonderful authors writing in this series.

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Here’s a synopsis of my story:

Hawaii was Lainey Lee’s dream destination long before she married. It should have been her honeymoon trip, but it was not meant to be. Now, in a poetic twist of fate, she is making the journey twenty-seven years later—following her divorce.

Once on the Big Island, Lainey experiences paradise as she has always imagined it—a picture-perfect landscape of white sand, turquoise water, and blue skies. She also encounters a mysterious stranger with whom she has an instant connection. Julian is charming, sensual, and interested in her. With a renewed sense of self, Lainey aims to shed her old skin and abandon her fears, but will she find out too late that there is more than one type of snake in paradise?

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 Stay tuned for more as we get closer to launch date! 

~eden

 

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Music Monday — Closing Time

Today is the release day for the anthology Triptychs, in which I have two stories. My story “Last Call” is a tale about a woman who pursues sobriety. What happens to her is deliciously dark … Just when you thought it was safe to stop drinking. Ha!

Here’s Leonard Cohen with a song about last calls. If you’re interested in picking up the anthology, I’ve included the links below. 😉

BUY LINKS: Amazon US | UK | Canada

Thanks and have a great week,

eden

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TRIPTYCHS releases March 16 – Last chance to preorder for only #99cents

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Triptychs is the third book in the Mind’s Eye Series, and I have TWO stories in this anthology. The price will be $3.99 when it publishes March 16th, but it’s available now at only 99 cents. I hope you’ll pre-order it and save some money too. 😉

BUY LINKS: Amazon US | UK | Canada

The book combines visual art and the written word, and each photograph in the book inspired three different written pieces. Here are the pictures I had to work with and a bit about my stories.

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“Last Call” was inspired by this scenic photograph.

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Photo credit: Helle Gade

I found the picture quite cheerful, but on the day I was writing the story, I was not in a cheerful mood. As such, I twisted the image in my mind and created an ominous, mysterious tale about a woman who pursues sobriety. What happens to her is deliciously dark.

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Photo credit: Martin David Porter

“Swans” was inspired by the above photograph. I picked up on the swans in the picture and wrote a story about a young girl and her unique relationship with her parents. The story pays homage to Hans Christian Anderson’s “The Ugly Duckling.” It’s not quite a fable, but it is different from anything else I’ve written.

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If you want to learn more about the Mind’s Eye Series, visit Darcia Helle’s website, and discover the other two books in the series.

Book 1: Persepctives

Book 2: Reflections

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Coming Soon – TRIPTYCHS – An Anthology

*** Available for pre-order at 99 cents! ***

The price will go up to $3.99 when it publishes March 16th

BUY LINKS: Amazon US | UK | Canada

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I’m happy to announce I’m part of an upcoming anthology with some writers I’ve read and admire.

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Triptychs is the third book in the Mind’s Eye Series. The premise of the anthology was a unique and challenging one for me.

The book combines visual art and the written word. A photograph was given to three different writers, and each of us had to interpret the image and write either a story or a poem. Each photograph in the book, therefore inspired three different written pieces.

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As a teaser, I thought to give a bit of context for how my two stories came about. When Triptychs becomes available shortly, I will provide the BUY LINKS and make a more formal announcement. (See below for details of how to pre-order for only 99 cents).

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My story, “Last Call” was inspired by this scenic photograph.

triptychs Last Call

Photo credit: Helle Gade

I found the picture quite cheerful, but on the day I was writing the story, I was not in a particularly cheerful mood. As such, I twisted the image in my mind and created an ominous, mysterious tale about a woman who pursues sobriety.

Just when you thought it was safe to stop drinking … 🙂

triptychs SWANS

Photo credit: Martin David Porter

“Swans” was inspired by the above unusual photograph. I struggled with this picture for some time before I came up with the idea of a young girl and her unique relationship with her parents. The story pays homage to Hans Christian Anderson’s “The Ugly Duckling.”

Despite my initial difficulty with the photograph, I think the tale turned out well, and I hope you’ll like it.

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If you want to learn more about the Mind’s Eye Series, visit Darcia Helle’s website, and discover the other two books in the series.

Book 1: Persepctives

Book 2: Reflections

Book 3: Triptychs – Available for pre-order at 99 cents

Publication date: March 16th for $3.99

Buy from Amazon US | UK | Canada

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THE WRONG SHOES ~ A story written with Bill Kirton (@carver22) for @RBwood’s Word Count Podcast

I’ve always written a story on my own for RB Wood’s podcast, but this time, I collaborated with Scottish writer, Bill Kirton, also a Word Count podcast regular. Last year, Bill suggested we join forces for a story, and since I adore him and his writing, it wasn’t a question of whether we would do it or not, just a matter of when. 

We decided to team up for the first Word Count episode of 2015 and dedicate it to RB, who celebrated his milestone 50th birthday at the end of December. Happy Birthday, Richard, many many more! 

The story was written in four parts, with Bill and me each writing two sections. Bill penned a wonderful post about the process on his blog, so hop over and read it. It’s a great summary of what we did in case you want to collaborate on a project with another writer.

You can hear Bill and me read “The Wrong Shoes” on: Episode #45 of R.B. Wood’s “The Word Count” podcast.

The prompt for this podcast was to use these three words in the story: Frozen. Whisky. Time.

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The playground of the elementary school, which Jackie crossed on her way to the bus stop, or to anywhere for that matter, had turned into an ice rink. Normally a carpet of grass, it quickly froze after the temperature dropped to minus twenty following a night of freezing rain. The grounds had become a dangerous place for unsuspecting pedestrians.

It was the weekend, and she was at her local until closing time. She’d had one too many, as was her habit most Saturday nights. Leaving the bar, she had to walk across the schoolyard to get to her apartment building. She’d done the trip a thousand times, even when drunk, and made it home without any problems, but that night … she fell. The advantage of having had too much to drink was she fell limp and boneless, like a rag doll. There was no resistance, which meant no broken bones anyway. She was lucky in that sense. Instead, she had stumbled and dropped face down on the frozen ground.

When she came to, she heard voices and an instinct warned her to keep quiet. She smelled cigarette smoke and soon murmurs formed hushed words. The voices were male, with at least three of them from what she could tell as the conversation ping-ponged above her.

“Darren, how about we take her to your place? No one will see us there.”

“Are you crazy? I may live in the basement, but my mom would kill me! She hears everything.”

“Steve, you still have access to that empty warehouse on Merton Street?”

Jackie’s entire body heated up beneath her goose-down coat. Even her face, painfully pressed against the ice, turned fire-poker hot.

She was in big trouble.

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They say fear or trauma sobers you up quite quickly. They’re wrong. Her mind was still cloudy, slow. Even as she’d downed that last whisky, a double, she knew she was already way over any sensible limits. It wasn’t just her words she was slurring, it was her thoughts, too. So she lay there, trying to clear her head, trying to understand the plans being made by the voices.

“How the hell are we going to get her to Merton Street?”

“Carry her. Drag her. She’s pissed.”

“So what?”

“Well, Saturday night, innit? Everybody’s pissed, staggering about. We’ll just look like all the rest.”

The one called Steve wasn’t convinced.

“It’s too far. She might come round. Start screaming. How about the school? Maybe we could find a door open round the back, a window.”

Silence. Then “Yeah, Okay,” and other muffled sounds of agreement.

As two of them grabbed her arms and hoisted her to her feet, she knew she had to do something. In the school, even if they were stupid enough to let her scream, no-one would hear. Somehow, she had to stay where there might be others around, people who might hear her, save her. She shook her head and forced out a laugh.

“Aw thanks, guys,” she said. “I was bloody freezing down there.”

It silenced them, gave her a tiny advantage. She stammered on, her mind racing.

“I need to be in my bed. Cuddled up. Warm. Don’t suppose you could help me home, could you? It’s not far.”

She saw them looking at one another, uncertain. But smiles were creeping into two of the three faces. She nodded her head vaguely in the direction of her apartment building.

“Other side of the school,” she said. “Just there. Ground floor.”

The one on her right said “Anybody there to look after you?”

The cold was helping to clear her head.

“No,” she said. “Just me.”

“Bingo,” he said, and they set off through the darkness of the slippery playground.

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Steve hated this. He didn’t want to be here. He had only suggested using the school with the hope they wouldn’t be able to get in, that the cold would eventually deter them, and they’d leave the girl alone. He wanted no part in what his friends had in mind. It turned his stomach to even hear them chat her up, trying to make her feel at ease, no doubt.

“Good thing we came along,” Darren said, his arm around her waist. His six-foot-two frame towered over her. “We’ll take care of you, honey, don’t you worry.”

“Oh yeah,” snorted Kenny, supporting her on the other side. “We’re your knights in shining armour!” He turned to look behind him. “Hey, Steve, keep up, will ya? We’re all gonna get nice and warm real soon.”

Steve bowed his head so he didn’t have to meet Kenny’s eyes. “Yeah … I’m coming …”

It was then he noticed the girl’s shoes. Even while propped up by Darren and Kenny, she teetered along like a child wearing ice skates for the first time. No wonder she fell. She wore the wrong type of shoes for this weather—the heel much too high, the material too thin. There was no support at all. His younger sister had the exact same pair. She had also fallen, fractured her wrist. For the past week, she’d cried with the pain, night after night. Kept Steve awake, hearing those sobs from her room. Made her sound so … lonely. And now here was another lonely, silly woman, out getting pissed all on her own, nobody waiting for her at home. He speeded up, overtook the others and turned to face them.

“Listen guys, we can’t.”

“What?” said Kenny.

“Her,” said Steve. “We can’t.”

“Why not? Look at the state of her.”

“That’s what I mean,” said Steve. “She’s pissed. It’d be like shagging a side of beef.”

“Cheeky bugger,” Jackie said. “You gay or something?”

Her voice was loud, penetrating, and coarse. Kenny hoisted her higher against him. The sudden pressure must have brought on a wave of nausea because she gagged and threw up on the path. Darren and Kenny let go of her and stepped away. She staggered but managed to stay upright.

“See?” said Steve. “D’you want to go home stinking of that? What d’you think your mom would say then, Darren?”

“Hey, gay boy, listen up,” said Jackie, sounding as if there might be more where that just came from. “Nothing wrong with me. I bet you’re talking about that HIV test. Am I right?”

Steve just looked at her.

“Am I right?” she said again, louder, almost aggressive. But, as she spoke, he saw something else in her eyes. Not aggression: a stare, fear, a plea for help.

“You are, aren’t you,” she said. “Bloody Angela’s been tweeting it. Well, she’s lying. It was negative. Right? The test. Negative.”

“What’s she on about?” said Darren, staying well clear of her.

She turned to him.

“Chlamydia, that’s all it was. Bloody Chlamydia.”

“See what I mean, guys,” said Steve. “We can’t.”

Darren and Kenny looked at each other, then back at Jackie. Darren spat on the ground.

“Slag,” he said, and started walking back the way they’d come. Kenny reached out a hand, grabbed her breast, squeezed hard then turned away to follow his friend.

Jackie watched Kenny and Darren disappear into the darkness. She pulled her jacket more tightly around her chest, wincing as her fingers touched against her breast. She turned back and looked at Steve. The fear was still there and tears were beginning to form.

“Thanks,” she said, her fingers gently probing her bruised flesh. “I … I don’t know what to say.”

Steve shook his head and said, “Buy some decent shoes.”

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Thank you for reading and/or listening. Feel free to leave a comment or question. Feedback, whether good or bad is always welcome.

~eden

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Author @RedTashBooks hosts me for an Allegories of the Tarot Interview

Allegories of the Tarot Badass Marketing Blog Tour

Red Tash, novelist and one of 21 other writers for the Allegories of the Tarot Anthology hosts me on her blog today as part of the month-long promotion, sponsored by the tireless Anne Chaconas of Badass Marketing.

Hop over and read the short interview HERE along with an excerpt from my story called “A Modern Affair” based on the card, The Lovers.

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ANNETTA RIBKEN (@netta50) ~ The Chariot Interview and a FAB GIVEAWAY

Allegories of the Tarot Badass Marketing Blog TourGet to know Annetta Ribken, one of the 22 contributors to and editor of the recently-released Allegories of the Tarot Anthology (which is already trailblazing its way up the fantasy anthology charts on Amazon!). Annetta wrote her tale, Squashfest, based on The Chariot card. You can read an excerpt of her story below.

Get the Allegories of the Tarot Anthology on AmazonSmashwords, Kobo, and everywhere else e-books are sold. Add the Allegories of the Tarot Anthology to your Goodreads to-read shelf!

About Annetta

Annetta RibkenA professional editor of over eighty novels, Annetta Ribken has also been writing since a tender young age, when letters were chiseled on stone tablets. A precocious student, Annetta earned her Ph.D in the School of Hard Knocks, with honors, in the early Age of Disco. She lives and works just outside of St. Louis with her evil feline overlord, a rescued shelter cat named Athena.

Annetta has big plans to release the sequels to Athena’s Promise (Book One of the Aegean Trilogy) and The Trailer Park Tiara and the Goat Incident (a Sally Mae Riddley Adventure) in 2014. She is not too proud to bribe her muse with chocolate.

You can find out all about her at about.me/annettaribken including a link to her fiction on Amazon and all other fine online book stores.

Just a few questions…

What intrigues you about this particular Tarot card? The Chariot is all about victory and overcoming obstacles due to hard work and self-discipline. I’m really in touch with that feeling. Funny enough, it was also the last card left after the other writers had their pick. Coincidence? You decide.

Why did you decide to get roped into this project? Since I started the whole thing :), you can read how it all began here for the long version, but the short version is it’s a cool idea and it wouldn’t leave me alone.

Have you ever had dealings with the Tarot before? I have. Obviously, or this would be an anthology about something else. I’m fascinated by the images and the meanings behind the cards, although I feel like the Tarot is more about the human experience than anything occult. But how the cards fall? Could be Fate.

What other projects do you have planned? Yoiks. I’m a full-time freelance editor, so I usually always have something going on. In my spare time (snort) I’m working on finishing ATHENA’S CHAINS, the sequel to ATHENA’S PROMISE, and the second novella in the Adventures of Sally Mae Riddley series.

Chariot share photoHow did you decide what to write about? I have this chatty wench in my head and she never shuts up. You speak as if I had a choice. I started a different story, but Sally Mae was having NONE OF IT.

How literal did you want to get with your card? I didn’t want to be too literal, but again, Sally Mae had other plans. I think the story has subtleties which involve The Chariot which might be cleared up the more her overall story comes to light.

Is your story a part of something you’ve written about previously? Yes, indeedy. SQUASHFEST is part of the Sally Mae world, set just before the events in THE TRAILER PARK TIARA AND THE GOAT INCIDENT.

Would you like to have written about any other card? Which card? Why? I actually think it was the perfect card. I’d really like to write stories about all the cards, because there’s so much rich story fodder there. Eventually, I may do just that.

If you could have the power to divine the future, would you or would you not and why? The Tarot isn’t so much a divination of the future as much as it is a reflection of the human experience and a guide to what you might face. I actually believe the future is far from certain; there are too many variables which depend on the decisions of others. That being said, I further believe everything happens for a reason, and it’s up to you how you react. It’s all about CHOICE.

I think knowing what the future holds would be a burden and scary as hell.

An excerpt from Squashfest

She settled on one side of the table and me and Becky Jo flopped to a seat on the pillows. The woman’s eyes never left my face, which I found a bit disconcerting. Like she was studying a bug on a pin. She reached out toward a covered object and moved it away. “Not the crystal ball,” she said. Squinting her eyes, she pulled out a deck of old, worn cards and placed it in the center of the table. “No, for you it will be the cards.”

I shivered. Becky Jo sat all quiet-like, her hands clasped in her lap. I wondered what she was picking up from all this.

“But first,” the woman continued, “there must be payment.”

Oh, hellfire. I hope Becky Jo din’t spend her last dime on that butternut. “How much, ma’am?”

“Give me what you have in your pockets. Both of you. Because I can see you’re closely tied together.”

I warn’t too impressed by that, considering we’d come in hand-in-hand. She’s probably nothing but a big faker.

She tsked. “I assure you, I’m the real deal.”

I pert near swallowed my tongue.

Read the rest of Squashfest in the Allegories of the Tarot Anthology!

About Allegories of the Tarot

Allegories of the TarotOnce upon a time, there was an editor with a fascination for the Tarot. She was struck one day by a crazy idea. “Hey,” she said. “What if twenty-two writers each wrote a story about the twenty-two cards of the Major Arcana of the Tarot and were fashioned into an anthology?”

The idea would not leave her alone.

And thus, the Allegories of the Tarot was born.

Crowdfunded by a campaign on Indiegogo with the help and support of an amazing group of writers, twenty-two stories were crafted around the mysteries of the Tarot. The group includes a Pushcart Prize nominee, a Pulp Ark nominee, a former Bigfoot researcher, a journalist, an award-winning YA author, and a Rhysling Award winner. Professional writers, new talent, and a range of genres boggling the mind: Horror, Speculative Fiction, Bizarro Fiction, Erotica, Mystery, Humor, Paranormal, Epic Fantasy, Literary, Romance, and Historical Fantasy.

What has emerged is an outstanding collection of fiction, unique and mysterious. Stories that will make you cry, make you laugh, and make you think. Stories that make you feel the touch of the Universe.

Dare to step through the portal to shadowy realms and emotional journeys.

Get the book!

Allegories of the Tarot is available in e-book and paperback format on Amazon, Kobo, and in multiple e-book formats on Smashwords.

Don’t forget to add Allegories of the Tarot to your to-read shelf on Goodreads.

Connect with the Allegories of the Tarot Anthology on its websiteFacebook, and Twitter.

Fabulous Giveaway ~ Check out the Prizes!

Hit the widget below and be taken to Rafflecopter where you can win any of these fab prizes! Good luck!

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Allegories of the Tarot Anthology releases TODAY!

Wheee! The anthology I’m a part of launches today! Read more about it and find out how you can buy your copy. Thanks to everyone who supported this book, especially to the the woman who created the idea, our wonderful editor, Annetta Ribken.

I am sure I speak for everyone on this project when I say I love you, Netta. 

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Get the Allegories of the Tarot anthology on Amazon and Smashwords

Add the Allegories of the Tarot anthology to your Goodreads to-read shelf!

Swing by the Allegories of the Tarot Facebook page and enter the release-day giveaway. Win a custom Tarot box–complete with Tarot deck!

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Allegories of the Tarot

Who hasn’t been fascinated by the mysterious Tarot, writer and reader alike? For centuries, fortune-telling by the Tarot has caught many an imagination, but nothing like what will be presented here.

22 cards… each an individual splinter of the human psyche.

22 writers… honing each splinter into a story of triumph and decay, arrogance and humility.

Stories of the brightest lights and the darkest corners of the weirdest minds.

22 cross-genre worlds.

22 portals into the Universal.

Only one way to get there.

Come with us. Cross the portals. The Universal awaits.

About the book

Once upon a time, there was an editor with a fascination for the Tarot. She was struck one day by a crazy idea. “Hey,” she said. “What if twenty-two writers each wrote a story about the twenty-two cards of the Major Arcana of the Tarot and were fashioned into an anthology?”

The idea would not leave her alone.

And thus, the Allegories of the Tarot was born.

Crowdfunded by a campaign on Indiegogo with the help and support of an amazing group of writers, twenty-two stories were crafted around the mysteries of the Tarot. The group includes a Pushcart Prize nominee, a Pulp Ark nominee, a former Bigfoot researcher, a journalist, an award-winning YA author, and a Rhysling Award winner. Professional writers, new talent, and a range of genres boggling the mind:†Horror, Speculative Fiction, Bizarro Fiction, Erotica, Mystery, Humor, Paranormal, Epic Fantasy, Literary, Romance, and Historical Fantasy.

What has emerged is an outstanding collection of fiction, unique and mysterious. Stories that will make you cry, make you laugh, and make you think. Stories that make you feel the touch of the Universe.

Dare to step through the portal to shadowy realms and emotional journeys.


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Early readers have fallen in love with Allegories of the Tarot

“Allegories of the Tarot Anthology is a magical book. Magic that will keep you turning the pages. There are muses, demons, psychics, evil, and more! I shivered, I laughed and I even cried. Magic, I tell you. Magic.” – Julie Affleck

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“Reviewing an anthology is slightly more difficult than discussing a book or comic because the tone varies from author to author. However, Allegories somehow flowed together as a well-matched whole. The project ended up feeling like several beads strung together to form a beautiful necklace that were more amazing for being paired together.” – Jodi Scaife

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“All twenty-two stories in this volume are, in a word, superb. I found myself scouring the Internet as I read it; every story made me want to go find more work by its author. The ultimate compliment I can give Allegories is to say that when I finished it, I thought how I envy those who haven’t read it yet.” – Lisa Millraney

Get the book!

Allegories of the Tarot is available in e-book and paperback format on Amazon, and in multiple e-book formats on Smashwords.

Don’t forget to add Allegories of the Tarot to your to-read shelf on Goodreads.

Connect with the Allegories of the Tarot Anthology on its websiteFacebook, and Twitter.

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Be part of the book launch for @AllegoriesTarot Oct. 31st

Allegories of the Tarot, the anthology spearheaded by friend and editor, Annetta Ribken, is launching October 31st!

The incredible Anne Chaconas of Badass Marketing is running a month-long release day and blog tour for the book, starting Oct. 31st.

If you’d like to get on board, please sign up now! Many more slots available.

It’s a great way to connect with a stellar group of writers, and you get to see how a book release is done professionally.

My story called “A Modern Affair” is inspired by the Tarot card: The Lovers. It’s just one of 22 in this cross-genre compilation. Find out who the other authors are here.

Many thanks for supporting this project, and see you again on release day Oct. 31st!

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Stay in touch with Allegories of the Tarot

Website | Google+ |  Facebook |  Twitter

Allegories of the Tarot cover

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Find out how you can read @AllegoriesTarot BEFORE it releases Oct. 31st

Allegories of the Tarot, the anthology spearheaded by friend and editor, Annetta Ribken, is launching October 31st!

I have a story in it called “A Modern Affair” and it’s inspired by the Tarot card: The Lovers.

Want to read it along with 21 other stories BEFORE it releases? Well…you can!

We are looking for people who wish to read and write an honest review on or near the release date.

If you’re interested, contact Badass Marketing at: Anne (at) badassmktg (dot) com, or let me know in a comment below, and I can arrange an e-ARC (electronic advanced reader copy) for you.

Many thanks for supporting this project, and look for more updates here before the Oct. 31st launch date!

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Stay in touch with Allegories of the Tarot

Website | Google+ |  Facebook |  Twitter

All 22 writers are featured here with their cards.

Don’t you just LOVE the cover? 😉 

Allegories of the Tarot cover

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Update for Allegories of the Tarot – A Joint Writing Venture (@allegoriestarot)

On April 3rd, I announced I was joining a unique writing project called Allegories of the Tarot headed by friend and editor, Annetta Ribken. Each of the 22 authors involved will write a story based on the Major Arcana of the Tarot. A crowd-fundraising campaign was set up to make this happen.

It’s time for an update, especially since Annetta has been working so damn hard on this!

Allegories of the Tarot has raised over $1100 of its $5000 goal on Indiegogo. We have 46 days left to come up with the remainder. Annetta has stepped up her game.

We now have a website.

Google+ |  Facebook |  Twitter are set up.

All 22 writers will be featured here with their cards.

Now, we need your help.

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Please take a look at our campaign on Indiegogo and make a contribution if you want this project to succeed. There are wonderful perks available for every donation amount.

If you can’t give monetarily, it’d be greatly appreciated if you share the project via your networks.

I’m featured today on the website if you’d like to drop by and say “hi.” You can learn more about my card The Lovers as well.

As always, my sincere thanks for your support,

eden

Photo by Kris Austen Radcliffe

Photo by Kris Austen Radcliffe

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Allegories of the Tarot via @netta50

My wonderful friend, Annetta Ribken, who also happens to be an author and my editor has outdone herself!

She’s rounded up twenty-two amazing writers for a one-of-a-kind project. Twenty-two of us, can you imagine? And she did it in just a little over a day! I was thrilled to be invited as part of this esteemed group.

Look at her, would you ever dare to refuse this woman?

Annetta with glasses

Each of us will write a story based on the Major Arcana of the Tarot. There will be a range of genres, styles, and voices. You may know some of these writers or have read their work.

The reality of many joint ventures for writers is they never come to fruition unless there is a plan in place from beginning to end. Let me tell you, Annetta has covered all bases. In less than a week of my acceptance to be part of this project, she’s put together an IndieGoGo campaign to get it off the ground. Wow!

Go on, click the image and view the incredible video!

allegories of the tarot

Annetta is unwavering when it comes to work ethic, forging alliances, and honoring her commitments. This is a HUGE project, one she’s passionate about, and now she’s lit a fire under everyone’s ass, and trust me, I’m feeling the heat—but in a good way!

I’m excited to be writing with friends—old and new, and can’t wait to share my story with you.

Check out the project on IndieGoGo.

Watch the video.

Connect to all the authors involved.

Make a contribution and receive excellent perks in return.

If you can’t donate monetarily, please share the campaign with your network.

The more who know about it, the better.

We have sixty days to collect $5000. Every penny will be greatly appreciated and put to good use.

Oh … as for my Tarot card of choice, it’s “The Lovers.”

Was there ever a doubt?

Photo by Kris Austen Radcliffe

Photo by Kris Austen Radcliffe

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Read my final post for Black Ink, White Paper – My author collective

Today, I write a final post for my author collective – Black Ink, White Paper. The group is disbanding and moving on, but we will stay in touch via social media, as I do with the majority of my friends.

If you’d like to read all the articles I’ve written from the beginning, go here. The topics range from writing posts to personal ones.

Today, my post is called: Thank You BIWP.

eden

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Why I Won’t Follow Users of TrueTwit

Today, I have a post rant on my author’s collective, Black Ink, White Paper.

Read  Why I Won’t Follow Users of TrueTwit.

eden

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