The Next Big Thing…will it be vampires, bondage or wizardry? Probably not, as lightning seems to choose somewhere different and unpredictable to strike. Like a marriage, every author goes into writing to be wildly successful in creating love and inspiration for her readers, but reality often has something else in mind.
Hop onto this blog adventure through some new reads. For those who are not familiar with a blog hop – it’s like a treasure hunt–once you find something special on one blog you hop over to the next blog to add to that treasure. In this case, the treasure is new and exciting books. Some are still in progress, some just released. Either way, if you are a fiction lover, it’s full of potential treasure. I’d like to thank the very gifted Chrsitine London http://christinelondon.com for tagging me to join in this event.
On this particular hop each author answers ten questions about our work in progress/new release and why we chose to spend our lifeblood and time in cobbling an entire novel about these particular characters and situations. When all is said and done, questions and comments are always welcome. Who knows–maybe your thoughts will contribute to the Next Big Thing.
What is the working title of your book?
It just came out so it's more than the working title it's the published title, HIDDEN...it is Book One in my Brand NEW Heckate's Web Series and it's a vampire story...so I guess I'm hoping lightning isn't going to strike twice, but strike vampire stories anew with earth-shattering results. I like to think big...but with the Greek Goddess Hekate behind my version of the world's vampires how could I do less?
Where did the idea come from for this book?
I've been writing the Gods At Work series for about a year and a half now. I have six in that series so far, but they're pretty straight forward and basic romance. I wanted to write something gritty, darker. Hekate popped into my head along with her elaborate web, and before I knew it the whole story behind Hidden was playing out in my head. Before I knew it I had what I knew could be nothing less than the first book in a series...a series I cannot foresee an end in sight to any time soon.
What genré does this book fall under?
Dark paranormal? Urban fantasy? Historical? There's elements of all of them in my Vampire series.
What actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Lilith is red haired. Wasn't there a time when Nicole Kidman was red-haired? Her ex-husband played a vampire along the way...I can picture her playing one powerful vampire after her time with him. Can't you? A gracious one, but still...
As for Bejamin...Sean Bean maybe with a lot of make-up attitude? Think of Boromer from Lord of the Rings with elegant fangs!
What is a one sentence synopsis of your book?
Guy vamps think they're all that and so much more, until Lilith dusts the street ways with them and Hekate takes over.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
It's already released by Muse It Up Publishing, Inc.
How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
I'm a chapter a day writer. This book has nine chapters and an epilogue so ten days.
What other books would you compare this story to within your genré?
My mom author L.J. Holmes, tells me there's a series where King Arthur and Guinevere are the head of vampires at their main base in Avalon, but Mom is a bit of a ditz and can't remember which series that is. She also thinks she's read a series that has the Vikings the root of all vamps. I'm not sure. Lilith is a bit of a brooder and the Water Demon charged with protecting her is not exactly a fan of vampires...so I'm not really sure. Lilith and Hekate both add a unique female twist to a species typically male dominated.
What other books inspired you to write this book?
My Gods At Work Series. I'd already given Aphrodite, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, Apollo and Artemis their Happy Ever Afters among mortals. Each of them has elements I found powerful, but for the most part they're light hearted stories. I wanted to delve into a place that cannot be iced like a sweet confection. I will go back and write more of the GAW series, but this series and my Artica Lights Series are allowing me to create women with more complexity and more attitude than anything I'd written before. I'm really enjoying these women and these series immensely.
What else about your book might pique your reader's interest?
Hekate has a long term plan for the vampires, but they are not the only magical dark ones she has captured within her web...and every single one of them has a part in her overall scheme. What is her scheme? Well, time will tell.
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HIDDEN
Chapter One
August 16, 1981
Lilith Fischer yawned as the afternoon faded into evening. This surely was the most boring
day of her life. Attending a wedding at a Renaissance Fair should be more eventful, or at least
more entertaining, than what was unfolding at the moment. Listening to her brother, Paul, drone
on and on about the first time he met Ella was killing her.
By Hekate’s stars, I wish he’d hurry up. We haven’t even eaten yet!
She and Paul weren’t close. Far from it in fact. He’d been horrified when she abandoned the
Catholic Church at age sixteen to follow Hekate, the Greek Goddess of Magick. Ever since her
pronouncement, he’d done everything in his power to convince her to return to the Church and
save her soul from eternal damnation.
Lilith snorted. She’d never been devout, even when she’d still technically been a member. It
just never made sense to her. Then, one day while at the library she stumbled on some books
about Greek myths and the stories of Hekate, the Goddess with three faces. The information
resonated within her and she’d known without question it was the right path for her. Ever since,
Lilith followed Hekate ardently.
She didn’t doubt her invitation to this wedding would prove to be another attempt by her
brother to bring her back into the fold. She found it ironic he was so deeply religious, yet he
wasn’t marrying in the Church. Her brother could be such a hypocrite.
Ten years had flown by since she’d left the Church. Paul, recently discharged from his term
of duty in the Navy, decided to tie the knot with his longtime girlfriend. Both of them loved the
Renaissance Fair in Pennsylvania so they’d decided to have their wedding here. Lilith wished her
parents were still alive to see the event, but they’d died six years prior in a car accident.
Paul was the only family Lilith still possessed. There weren’t any other siblings and both
sets of grandparents died when she was a child. So, even knowing her presence was going to be
met with another religious lecture, she’d come. She did love Paul; they just got along better from
a distance.
Now Ella, on the other hand, was the sweetest person you’d ever want to meet. Lilith really
liked her and wondered what the woman saw in her brother. Okay, he was good-looking she’d
give him that. But Paul was also a very dour person; his negativity could destroy a good mood
with only one sentence. Every time she was around him the sheer force of his pessimism sucked
her dry like a discarded orange peel.
Oh
please will you finish up!
Lilith didn’t know how much more she could take. Her eyes were crossing and if he laughed
once more at his own stupid jokes she’d scream. Plus, she really needed to use the bathroom and
in the medieval gown she was wearing it would take time to do her business.
She nearly cried in relief when he finally ended his long-winded speech. She leaned over
and whispered to the bridal couple to let them know she’d be right back. Rising from her chair
Lilith walked as fast as dignity would allow. Once she was out of sight of the wedding party, she
ran the rest of the way to the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Lilith exited the restroom. She’d been right, it had taken awhile.
Relieved from the stress of a full bladder, she walked slowly back toward the reception area.
Night had fallen while she was in the restroom and she found herself wondering which way to
go. The Fair lanterns weren’t lit yet and before she knew it, she was all turned around.
“Damn it! What else can go wrong tonight?”
“Is something wrong, Miss?”
Lilith jumped out of her skin as she turned to face the man who’d just spoken. Standing
before her, wearing a black cloak was the most physically perfect man she’d ever seen. Wavy
brown hair fell in curls to his shoulders and her gaze traveled downward to appraise his lean
muscular body. It was so dark she couldn’t see his eyes. He stood at least a foot taller than her
own five-foot-five frame.
He smiled pleasantly, but she felt the prickle of danger dance over her. For reasons she
couldn’t fathom this beautiful man made her skin crawl. Looking around she noted they were at
the edge of a large group of trees and no one was anywhere near.
Pasting a fake smile on her face, she answered him. “No, thanks. Just on my way back to my
group.”
He smiled again and it chilled her to the bone. “Are you sure you’re not lost?”
Smiling brighter, she shook her head.
Please Hekate; I don’t know why, but this guy scares
me. Help me get away.
“Oh, I think you are and that’s just perfect.” He hissed with pleasure. “I can hear your heart.
It’s pounding fast and you smell so sweet.”
Lilith backed up. “I swear, if you don’t leave me alone I’ll scream.”
Suddenly, in less time than it takes to blink he zipped forward and grabbed her arms in a
vice grip she couldn’t shake. This close up she could see his eyes glowing red and then his fangs
dropped. Before she could scream he pushed her head back and sank his teeth into her jugular.
All Lilith could manage was a small gurgle as her life essence drained away.
Sweet Hekate! I don’t want to die. Someone help me!
Unable to make the plea out loud, despair settled in her heart. So this was how she’d die, the
victim of a creature no one thought existed. If her brother could see, he’d swear it was what she
got for being a pagan instead of a Catholic. She could only be grateful he wasn’t watching.
Dying was bad enough, but listening to him talk about divine retribution would have been more
than she could stand.
She felt her heart stuttering, desperately clamoring for life. But the blood needed to keep it
pumping now flowed inside the monster attacking her. Her body went limp as her eyes clouded.
She was only twenty-six; she wouldn’t be reaching twenty-seven. All the things she hadn’t done
raced through her thoughts. She’d never married, had kids, or even gotten to travel. She wanted
to go to Greece but now she never would. If she could, she’d cry.
The vampire ripped his fangs from her throat, shredding her neck. She was vaguely aware of
what was happening as the last of her blood flowed from the horrible gash and more dripped
from his elongated incisors. He lowered her to the ground, and dimly she heard him roar with
what she could only call satisfaction. Though it was a horrible, piercing sound, no one heard and
came to her aid. She felt her eyelids getting heavy.
“Oh no, I won’t let you go that easy,” he hissed wetly through his bloodied fangs. “You’re
mine. I have chosen and I will claim you. Montague won’t like it, but then what he doesn’t know
won’t hurt me.”
He laughed at his own little joke. Lilith groaned. He was as bad as her brother. Why didn’t
people realize if they were the only ones laughing at their jokes, they weren’t funny? She lay
dying and she was wasting the last moments pondering the non-existence of humor? How truly
pathetic.
With one hand, he gripped her jaw and forced her mouth open. Then he bit into his other
wrist releasing a fountain of blood. He placed his wrist over her mouth and let the viscous fluid
pool in her mouth. With her jaw held open, it was either swallow the sickly substance or choke.
So she drank from necessity, every fiber of her being revolting against the act as she did so.
When he finished the vampire finally released her mouth. Lethargy clung to Lilith’s body,
rendering her weaker than when he stole her blood. Gasping for breath, her throat closed and her
lungs seized.
“When you awaken tomorrow night, you will be my Beloved Vampire Bride for eternity!”
Those words were the last thing she heard as her heart stopped and death claimed her.
* * * *
She felt so cold. She didn’t understand it and she couldn’t seem to make her mind work.
Where was she? What happened? Why was she so damned cold? Slowly opening her eyes, fear
coursed through her.
Sweet Hekate, I’m buried alive! Panic gripped her. Then she remembered
and dread took over.
That man, that vampire, he killed me! But, why am I awake in my grave?
Oh shit! No, don’t tell me he turned me, made me a filthy parasite? Please Hekate, no!
She
closed her eyes, made herself stop and take stock of the situation. She noted she didn’t have a
heartbeat, her skin was cold and clammy, and she didn’t need to breathe. Yep, he’d definitely
made her one of the undead. She didn’t want to be undead.
Okay, think back to the old folklore
about vampires. You don’t have to be one forever. You have a couple of options open to you.
She could get herself staked, she could meet the sun, or she could be set on fire and burned
to a crisp. She could ask a priest to dump holy water on her. That was supposed to work, too.
And silver would work. Wait, no it wouldn’t. Silver would hurt like hell and immobilize her, but
according to the stories silver didn’t kill vampires. Neither would garlic or crosses, they’d only
repel and burn her a bit.
Also, she’d no longer have a reflection and would forever be frozen at the age she was when
he turned her, never to change in appearance.
Damn it, this sucks! In more ways than one!
Opening her eyes again, Lilith could no longer bear the close confines of her grave. She began to
claw at the dirt above her head. She kept clawing and clawing until at last she saw a glimmer of
light and pulled herself up through it. She was ravenously thirsty. She felt almost mindless with
hunger. Crying out in pain, she pulled herself free from the grave at last.
“Excellent!”
Lilith looked up at the owner of the voice. The man who’d done this to her was standing
next to the grave with a huge smile upon his face.
“I knew it would work with you. I just knew it!”
Her stomach cramped painfully at that moment and she shrieked in hunger and rage.
Looking down she noted he’d removed the gown she’d been wearing for the wedding and
replaced it with a nightgown of white satin that now appeared dirty and disheveled from her time
underground.
“You must be hungry, my pet. Look over there.”
She looked toward the back wall where he pointed. The room was obviously some kind of
torture chamber filled with hideous devices. What grabbed her attention were the two naked
women chained to the wall. Fear lined their faces as they gazed back at her. The sound of blood
pumping in their veins and their hearts pounding in horror resounded in Lilith’s mind like a
beautiful symphony. She was so hungry.
“After I brought you here last night, I went out hunting, as I knew you’d be starving when
you awoke. I found these two coming out of a local diner, and I must say I couldn’t resist their
lush curves. They are beautifully healthy and perfect for your first meal. Go ahead, take what
you need.”
Unable to resist the siren’s call of their blood, Lilith stumbled forward. Fangs, sharp and
pointy, erupted from her mouth. She didn’t know which one to dine on first, the old lady or the
young woman.
“Please,” the younger women begged. “I have two small children. Just let me go.”
“Yes,” the older woman chimed in. “Take me instead. Let my daughter go.”
Lilith knelt next to the women, both of whom cringed and tried to make themselves smaller.
The young woman smelled sweet, sweeter than the older one. She smiled at the girl, though it
was anything but pleasant. Both women screamed in terror as Lilith grabbed the young woman
and pushed her head back. As she was about to sink her fangs into the woman’s jugular, she
froze.
Quicker than a blink, she was on the man who’d made her, tearing into his throat with
vicious ferocity. He screamed and tried to throw her off, but she was latched on too tight. She
reveled in the taste of his blood as it soaked into her senses. Each drop filled her body with
strength and made the terrible cramps go away. She was invincible. She continued to gorge as
the women and her victim screamed.
While she drank her gaze skipped over to the wall opposite the women and saw sharp
swords adorning it. Pulling herself away, she zipped with the speed of a full-fledged vampire to
the wall, pulled down a sword, and turned to her creator. With one swing, she severed his head
from his body, turning him to ash.
“Well, it seems beheading is another way to kill a vampire.” She laughed.
Still hungry, she turned back to the women only to freeze in place. The room began to glow
and mist swirled about her. Suddenly standing before her, in all her glory, was Hekate, Goddess
of Magick. Hair black as midnight fell to the floor, her skin was as white as moonlight and her
black eyes gleamed with the light of stars. She wore a dress of billowing black mist and in her
hand she held a tiny bell-shaped lantern that glowed with a mystical purple light.
“I have heard your prayers, my child, and have answered.”
Her voice was soft and silky, like flowing water that conveyed both mystery and peace all at
once. All Lilith could do was stare and marvel that the goddess she’d long worshipped had come
to save her. Belatedly, she wondered vaguely if she should bow to the goddess.
Hekate shook her head. “No I am not here for what you think. I want you to live. You are
one of my creatures of the night and I have plans for you. But I am here to help you. It will take
time for you to learn what you need, but I will guide you all the way. Fear not, my precious
Lilith, all will be well.”
Lilith felt her heart sink at Hekate’s proclamation. She didn’t want to be a vampire, but she
didn’t dare argue with a goddess, even if she could find the words to speak. She watched as
Hekate turned to the two women, covered their naked bodies in clean clothes, and unbound their
chains.
“Hear me!” Hekate intoned. “You will remember nothing of the past twenty-four hours. You
took a wrong turn leaving the diner and got lost. You wound up far from home and stayed at a
motel so you could get some sleep. You were never prisoners of vampires. Vampires don’t
exist.”
“Vampires don’t exist,” both women chanted. Hekate’s magic held them entranced.
With a wave of her hand, both women vanished. She turned back to Lilith. “Don’t worry, I
just sent them and their car to a neighboring town. No harm will come to them. But now, I have a
few things to say to you.”
She gazed into Lilith’s eyes and smiled. Lilith was enveloped by a deep calm and a sense
that all was right with the world. “Being a vampire isn’t all bad. You now possess great gifts,
incredible speed, night vision, and strength. You possess the ability to turn into any nocturnal
creature and to control the minds of humans.”
She caressed Lilith’s cheek. “And I have my own gift for you, but first I will mark you as
mine. Let the world beware if they mess with one under my protection.”
So decreeing, Hekate lifted Lilith’s gown until her upper thighs were exposed. She touched
the left thigh and fire coursed through the newly made vampire’s leg. Still frozen, she wanted to
cry out but couldn’t. When Hekate pulled her hand away, her leg bore the mark of the goddess, a
full moon between two crescent moons.
“And so, now it begins.”
Hekate laughed as the dungeon faded away.
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November 30, 2010
Boston
Snow fell lightly, blanketing the streets of downtown Boston as she walked in search of
something. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was she was looking for. All she
wanted after so many years of being sheltered, of being kept out of sight, was a night of freedom.
Her bodyguard, for the first time in years, had taken a night off to pursue some carnal pleasures
and left her to her own devices.
This suited her fine. Without Royce’s constant watchful eyes, she could at last have one
night to herself. It helped that Royce forgot to provide her with dinner before he left. She found it
odd the water demon was so forgetful. The woman he was with must truly be something special.
Usually he brought the women he had sex with to the house and did the deed in his room, but
tonight he’d wanted privacy.
Shrugging, she made her way further down the street. With the inhospitable weather not
many people were out and about even with the start of the holiday shopping season upon them.
This made finding dinner difficult. Usually Royce either brought her a meal or took her out
hunting with him. This was the first time she’d be hunting on her own and she relished the
freedom.
Freedom. Such a simple word and something she hadn’t known in years. Kept locked away
in an old colonial manor outside of Boston, she didn’t get to see much of the world. They said it
was for her protection, and based on what she’d learned over the years, she figured they were
telling the truth. But she tired of always being safe and protected. She wanted to take chances, to
live again as much as it was possible for a vampire to live.
Lilith had seen many amazing changes in twenty-nine years. The advent of the personal
computer, the Internet, banking messes, and the election of the first ever black president just to
name a few. Television had evolved, and she honestly didn’t think for the better. The invention
of so-called reality programming was the worst invention in history.
With so many changes in such a short time, it made her marvel at the developments older
vampires must have seen. Hekate had been right. It wasn’t all bad being a vampire, but she still
wished she weren’t a parasite. She refrained from killing when she fed, but she still drained
people of their blood. Basically, her life depended on feeding off the innocent and it disgusted
her.
Throw into the mix a water demon that hated vampires and her life was loads of fun. Royce
owed Hekate for something and she’d called in the debt by making him a protector to Lilith. The
chore was one he never failed to remind his ward that he loathed beyond measure. It only
reinforced how much she hated what she’d become.
Royce did have some sympathy for how she’d been made. He told her that and said it was
the only thing that made his job tolerable. It didn’t make living with him and his constant snipes
bearable however, but he was good at his job and very fierce. A few years back he’d taken her
out hunting when a pack of rabid werewolves attacked them. Before she could even be afraid
he’d dispatched them all.
Royce, being a water demon, was one of the deadliest creatures on the planet. His ability to
liquefy his body made him an impossible target to hit. Also, he could drain any living soul of its
life sustaining water. Apparently this worked on vampires, too. Not on turned vampires like her,
because they were undead, but it would on natural born vampires like the leaders of the two
vampire factions.
She also was forced to admit Royce was one hot hunk of a water demon. If he didn’t dislike
her just for existing she’d have been tempted to get him into bed. She wasn’t a prude. In fact,
she’d been and still was, very liberal in her views about sex. She wasn’t a virgin when that
bastard turned her. The sex she’d enjoyed had been with numerous and varied partners.
But Royce, based on his loathing for vampires, was off limits. It drove her nuts because
thanks to being in what she could only call the Vampire Protection Program, she hadn’t engaged
in the act for twenty-nine years. A dry spell that long would be enough to drive anyone insane.
Lilith turned a corner and headed toward an alley hoping she’d be able to find someone
soon. Her stomach was starting to cramp painfully and she needed to feed. Afterward, perhaps
she’d do some window-shopping. Boston was beautiful at night with the snowflakes gently
falling. She intended to enjoy this night out to the fullest no matter what.
As she neared the alley she became aware of the sounds of a struggle. Someone was getting
the daylights kicked out of him by a group of people. Three gang members by the sounds of
things were robbing some guy and beating him senseless. She could smell blood from the poor
sap and it made her fangs drop.
Well, I hate thugs and these guys are thugs. So, let’s play.
She walked to the edge of the alley and leaned against the wall out of range of the lamplight.
She didn’t want these creeps to see her fangs until it was too late. Opening her shirt to reveal her
breasts encased in black lace, she cleared her throat loudly, catching the attention of the men.
“Hey boys, is this a private party or can anyone play?”
“Oh baby, we’ll play with you any day!” The largest of the thugs cackled.
The men turned and kicked the guy on the ground once more before walking toward her,
cupping their dicks.
“Want some of this, Red?” the short bald guy asked her.
Lilith smiled and it wasn’t pleasant. “Oh I have way better than that in mind.”
Now that they were close enough she pulled back her lips and hissed, displaying her fangs.
The men cried out and tried to scramble backward, but it was too late. Quick as a blink she hit
the two smaller guys, sending them flying into the depth of the alley. Bone crunched as they hit
the back wall and slid to the ground, lifeless. Not wasting a moment she grabbed the big guy and
spun him around until his back faced the wall she’d been leaning on. She smelled urine as a dark
patch spread from his crotch down his leg.
“So, you like hurting those weaker than you, huh boy?”
He shook his head and whimpered. “N-n-n-n-no. I swear. Please don’t hurt me.”
Lilith held his gaze and the man stopped trembling as her will took control. “What is your
name?”
“Parker Cohen, but my buds call me Snake,” he replied in monotones.
“Well Parker Cohen, tell me the truth. Do you enjoy hurting people?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Why do you like to hurt people?”
“Because I can. I enjoy watching them beg and plead. I’m big and strong and they have to
do whatever I want because they’re not.”
“I see. However, I’m stronger than you even though I look weaker.”
“Yes you are,” he agreed, his voice still droning.
Lilith released him from her gaze and she immediately felt him trembling again. He liked
hurting people, yet he himself was a coward, couldn’t even attack a single guy without having a
group to help him. He sickened her.
“Had I felt even an ounce of remorse in you, I would have spared your life. But you are
about to end up as dead as your friends.”
“Please…No!” he shouted, his eyes wide with fear.
Without an ounce of mercy, she bent his head and punctured his jugular while he screamed.
Those screams quickly died as his essence flowed into her. Besides, he must have realized on
such a snowy night no one would be around to hear his cries and come to his rescue.
When Lilith had taken enough of his blood to satisfy her hunger, she gave in to another,
deeper hunger she hadn’t known she possessed. It was rage. The thug, though weaker than the
creep who’d stolen her life from her, still reminded her of him. He enjoyed inflicting fear and
pain. She pulled her fangs from his neck and gave an unholy yell before she raked her fangs
across his flesh. Blood gushed everywhere as she laughed like a maniac.
It took only seconds, but she watched as his heart stopped beating and he took his last
breath. She hadn’t killed anyone since the night she killed her maker, but this hour she’d
murdered three people, one quite viciously. In spite of the brutality, she didn’t feel like she’d
become evil.
There was no desire to go on a mad rampage killing anyone who got in her way. She didn’t
understand what happened tonight, but she still felt like herself and for that she was grateful. Her
biggest fear was turning into a complete and total monster like her creator. In spite of how
bloodthirsty she’d been tonight she didn’t think she’d crossed that line.
She heard a groan and remembered the man they’d been beating. She ran over to him. He
was in pretty bad shape. Picking him up like he weighed nothing, she carried him faster than
humans could detect back to her home where she could heal him. No, she definitely wasn’t a
crazy lunatic or she’d have either left him to die or finished him off herself. Feeling happier than
she’d felt in years, Lilith whistled as she carried her burden home.
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My name is Kat Holmes and I want to thank Christine London for asking me to join the hop. My mother L.J. Holmes and I moved this past summer so we've been kind of out of things and are coming to this Hop after it's been making the rounds for quite a while, so we were both unable to find authors to join the hop who haven't hopped already, but my mom came up with the idea of maybe recommending some authors we've read, and that sounded like an excellent idea to me...so here are a few authors I KNOW are blazing new trails..and I wouldn't be surprised to learn they're the catalysts for the next lightning bolts.
If you have not found your way to N.J. Walters, are you in for a treat. This talented author has been thrilling readers for several years now. I found her through her Tapestry series...but recently she let me know starting in January she is kicking off a brand NEW series. I can hardly wait. If you like intense heat, N.J. will sizzle your eyebrows..and that's just for starters. You can learn more about N.J. Walters on her website.
Another author I have just started reading and am absolutely blown away by is Laura Stamps. I am constantly on the look out for authors that bring a unique...pardon...stamp...on fiction and this gifted author, Laura Stamps does that and so much more. Check out her blog for more information. I mean hey, this woman has won a Pultizer Prize, so you KNOW she's good!
Not all books are fiction that could turn out to be the BIG LIGHTNING BOLT...This next book is a collaboration between Litsa Kamateros, Muse It Up Publishing's Marketing Director and Lea Schizas, its publisher. These two women are making powerful inroads towards understanding Autism and helping families and the world at large deal with the confusion and challenges of this condition. They also take time from their extremely busy schedules to appear at Autism Expos to further aid the cause. I have no problem at all saying...Litsa Kamateros...along with Lea Schizas...definitely are lightning bolts for today and for the future.
Again I want to thank Christine London for inviting me to hop and all of you for hopping with me.
