Plot, Plot, Plot Your Book...

Yesterday was a day dedicated, mostly, to plotting the second Ani'mari Saga novel... which I am pleased to say is coming along nicely. Typically, I don't outline my novels. In fact, I attempted to with Ephemeral, and I failed miserably. I followed the basic plot, and betrayed the rest of the outline and just went with what felt right. Letting the characters lead the story progression has always been the way I have written, and I am comfortable with it. However, my husband and I sat down for a few hours here and there and discussed what should occur in the second book, and it gave me a lot of ideas on where to go with the story based on ideas I had already established after finishing Ephemeral. I think there are currently nine chapters with a basic outline for me to follow, and I can almost guarantee I'm going to wind up veering off the path here and there along the way. There are a lot of things that need to happen in the sequel, and I think it will be a lot of fun to write... which I intend to start focusing on this upcoming week, after the holiday.

Speaking of holidays, I replaced last year's Christmas tree today. My family and I picked out a nice six-foot  artificial tree last November, decked it out with multi-colored shatterproof ornaments, and covered it in every suggested cat deterrent available. Alas, none of that worked, and we ended up with broken limbs where the cats decided they should sleep, and the once beautiful tree became an unpleasant mess. Instead of attempting to put that one up again this year, I decided I wanted a new one. Fortunately, there is room right by a wide window in the office that is fitting for a Christmas tree and the room has a door; therefore, no kitties to destroy the festive decor! My husband and I will be putting that up this weekend. I'm currently trying to decide what color ornaments I want on the tree. It is pre-lit with LED multi-colored lights, but part of me is leaning toward silver and blue ornaments, while another part worries that those will clash with the rainbow lights... I initially considered a white tree with light purple decorations, but decided on a much nicer looking green tree. Browsing Google images for ideas isn't helping, either.

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday this Thursday, and if you decide to brave the Black Friday sales, be safe!

Ephemeral is LIVE!

*UPDATE* The book is also now live on Nook!

I am thrilled to say that Ephermeral is officially live on Amazon! It's two days later than when I anticipated, but I am okay with that. It's better than a week later!

This past weekend was really hectic, filled with practically non-stop focus on getting this book released in time for Sunday... But then life happened to interfere, and it delayed the process. However, that didn't stop me! I was up until 3am most nights working on assisting my editor, listening to his input, and struggling with the fact that I needed to change the title font for better readability [as a thumbnail]. Regardless of the change, I am happy and cannot wait to hear what everyone thinks!

When it is released on Nook and Apple, I will let everyone know via Facebook and Twitter, as well as update the links below.

'For Victoria Aldrich, death is everywhere. Cursed with powerful visions, she foresees the death of everyone she touches. Until she meets Spencer Manning.

When Victoria touches this strange new boy, she sees nothing but blinding light. But sometimes the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows. As Victoria tries to understand why Spencer's death is hidden from her, she also begins to glimpse a shadowy figure lurking around town--a boy that no one else seems to see.

The deeper Victoria pries into Hazel Grove's new inhabitants, the more she discovers their connection to her curse, and how she must use it to stop a fate worse than death.' 

Amazon US - Buy here!
Amazon UK - Buy here!
[Also available on all other Amazon sites]
Nook - Buy here!

I will update this with links to the other book retailers once it's available!

New Series Title

My editor is working hard on getting Ephemeral out this weekend, so keep your eyes open for posts about that. I have my fingers mentally crossed that it will be available Saturday... Sunday at the latest. However, I'm not making any promises, because it's not entirely in my hands right now.

While I am on the topic of Ephemeral, I also wanted to mention that my editor brought up something that I wanted to share. The series title needs a change, a more fitting name--and I agreed wholeheartedly. 'Hazel Grove' was essentially a spot holder from the beginning, as I was at somewhat of a loss for what to call the series, but now I have a fitting title.

That being said... I have some work to do. I need to edit the cover for Ephemeral to show the new series title! Fortunately, that's easy... In fact, it's already done ;]

In other news... The trip to California was amazing. I met some friends whom I have only known through the internet, one of which I've known for seven years online. It wasn't weird to me at all; I felt like I was hanging out with people I'd been around my whole life. I felt entirely spoiled the whole time, after being taken out to eat almost every day, and getting presents from Disneyland.

The best part about Disneyland was the Haunted Mansion ride, as it was decked out in The Nightmare before Christmas goodies--and I adore that movie. Speaking of which, I 'met' Jack & Sally! Normally, I wouldn't be that thrilled about something like that. I'm aware that they are just people in costumes, but they were more than just that. They were both in character, and it made the moment so much better. I wish I had been in a state where I could have followed along with their story, but even though I said some pretty plain things in response, it was still a neat experience. Another ride I enjoyed was The Matterhorn--especially the yetis. There was only one ride that I refused to board, and that was Space Mountain, as I am terrified I will have a panic attack going on a roller coaster that does loops and things.

The store was obviously overpriced, but I brought back a Sorcerer Mickey Mouse for my three-year-old, my husband got me a Mickey Mouse dressed as Jack Skellington, and my friend Zacci got me an adorable 'chibi' Eeyore.

It was a much needed--and greatly appreciated--vacation. I'm ready to go on another fun-filled vacation!

Layout, Disneyland, Ephemeral

If anyone has visited my blog within the last week, you may have noticed that the layout was a bit of a mess. For the longest time, I disliked the layout that was in use - it was too bright, too bland, and just not very fitting. On Tuesday night, I sat down and went through countless different templates, trying to find one that I liked...I found a few; however, none of them worked. I couldn't figure out what was causing the issue, but any time I attempted to apply a new template, I received an error. I requested assistance from Blogger, as well as fellow Blogger users via the support forums...all to no avail. Then, on Thursday night, after a long night of trick-or-treating with my three-year-old daughter, I sat down and toyed around with templates again. Hours were spent trying to figure it all out, and again, I failed to figure out just what was causing the error. It didn't matter what format the template was in; it simply was not working! So, in a roundabout way, I gave up. Instead of applying a custom template, I decided just to settle temporarily for one of the provided ones...after setting it up to look decent, I groaned and said 'This just isn't right. I don't like it.' and I went back and tried one last time to upload the template I had found. 

AND IT WORKED! By some miracle, it worked! I was so relieved. 

I spent the next couple of hours configuring all the links and images, before rushing off to bed at around two in the morning. Now, I have finally set it up to be just how I want it, and I am pleased with the way everything looks. 

On to other good news! 

Ephemeral is still in the editing process, but it is coming along nicely and should be out soon. My editor plans to dedicate his entire day tomorrow [outside of other importances] in hopes of having it completed by that evening. I have my fingers crossed that the book will be released this week, but if it isn't...I do have a good reason for why not... 

I'M GOING TO DISNEYLAND! 

For those who are unaware [which is nearly everyone who reads this, outside of my close friends and relatives], I absolutely adore Disney. I have been dreaming of seeing Cinderella's Castle since I was a child, despite her not being among my top favorite princesses...that's irrelevant, right? I hope that I am not disappointed, as when I think of Disneyland, I think of magic and wonder and all things grand. I was not at all expecting to be visiting the theme park this year, or any time soon, but my husband and I will be in California already, and he decided to surprise me with the news that we would be going :D Needless to say, I was ecstatic. 

I hope that it doesn't delay the release of Ephemeral, but if by some chance it does, then it will be out the following week. I am incredibly excited to have this book released, as I feel that it will appeal to many people...readers who already enjoy my Nevermore series, and hopefully many new ones! 

Ephemeral Chapter I

Chapter One

My black leather boots sloshed through the deep, cold puddles as I made my way home. Dwelling on the idea of the shoes being ruined was the last thing I should have been thinking about—but these were my favorite boots. The closer I came to the cul-de-sac up ahead, the harder my heart pounded and the thoughts of my footwear completely faded. Of all the places in the world, one would think that my house would be the last place I would hate to return to at the end of a long day.
Even from here—at least twenty feet away—I could see the red ember hovering in front of the house. I hesitated for a moment, standing stock-still while the rush of water splashed at my feet and soaked into the soles of my shoes. I contemplated turning around and running in the opposite direction, but I had nowhere else to go to this hour. I had barely begun my job at the library and wasn’t expecting a check for another week. There was no money for a hotel. I inhaled deeply and resumed my walking, knowing that tonight would be scarcely any different from any other.
Thunder rolled across the dark gray sky, and I shuddered as the breeze picked up; the weather was perfectly reflecting my emotions. I could see him now, sitting on the stoop of the beige-painted house. My eyes quickly glanced at the cigarette resting on his bottom lip, then slowly rose up to meet his dark, blue eyes—their bloodshot lines seemed to underline his thoughts.
“Where’ve you been?” he asked in a slurred voice, standing up and wobbling slightly to the left, evidence that he had carried on with his nightly routine.
“I was at work, and then I stopped at the hospital to check on Mia’s mom,” I said, staring down at my soggy boots and grimacing.
“Yer way past yer curfew, Vicky.”
I hated it when my dad referred to me by that awful nickname. I didn’t have the energy or interest to bother mentioning that I hadn’t had a curfew in almost three years. It amazed me how the time and year seemed to disappear in his drunken state—I wasn’t sixteen anymore, how didn’t he see that?
“Do ya hear me?” he grunted and reached to hold onto something, but there was nothing within his grasp.
I reflected for a moment on a time when there used to be a metal arbor that arched over the stoop, decorated with recently blossomed roses that my step-mother had grown. It had been nearly fourteen years since Brandy divorced my dad, but only a few years since he tore down the arbor in a drunken fit. He wobbled dangerously close to the edge of the stoop but managed to balance himself enough to avoid tumbling over into the wet grass.
“Dad, I’m tired… and I know you are, too…” I began, but he turned toward me with an angry glare and I paused.
“I spent the whole day,” I noted how he exaggerated the ‘o’ sound in ‘whole’, “workin’ at the lumber mill, and I expected to come home to dinner—but you weren’t here. I work my ass off for fourteen hours a day, and you… you don’t even care enough to make me food!” He paused for the briefest of moments before scoffing. “You’re damn right I’m tired!”
Opening my mouth to respond was easily the worst mistake I had made this evening. Before a single word made it out, I had felt my dad’s calloused hand swipe across the side of my face. The warmth of the burning mark left on my cheek barely fazed me. Images swam through my head as soon as our skin touched—my father, lying limply on our ratty old sofa, a cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers. The cigarette falling to the carpet and flames slowly climbing the sides of the couch and onto his unconscious body. I could feel the smoke irritating my eyes, nose, and throat, and I gasped for air.
“Vicky? Oh, Vicky… I didn’t mean-” my dad’s voice called to me and pulled me out of the vision.
It’s always the same, any time we touch—the couch, the fire, the uncontrollable feeling that I’m choking on my last breath as the smoke consumes me…
Shaking my head at his apologetic look, I ran past him, into the house and ignored the furious voice calling after me.
My bedroom was my haven, the only escape I had from my dad and life in general. Our house was small, but big enough to hold a two-person family. There was only one bedroom, one tiny bathroom, a cramped kitchen, a sad excuse for a living room, and nowhere for a dining room table. The place that I called ‘my room’ was an unfinished basement under the house.
As soon as my feet met the cool stone floor of the basement, I tugged off my soggy boots and threw them at the base of the stairs in anger. My cheek burned but it wasn’t just that, I hated it when he touched me at all. I hated the suffocating vision it plunged me into.
Balancing on one leg at a time, I struggled to pull the wet fabric of my socks from my feet without falling over. I steadied myself against my dresser, then finally threw the socks toward my seeping boots. They made a squishing sound as they landed. Carefully, I pulled my messenger bag from around my shoulder over my head and placed it on the dresser. I hurried to open it, dreading to see what the rain had done to the contents. I pushed a couple of wet library books out of the way and grimaced at the thought of having to pay for the ruined texts. My paycheck would probably be small enough already without these being taken out of it. I smiled, however, when I saw that my prized possession had managed to avoid anything more than a few drops on its casing—my camera. It was something I took with me almost any time I left home, just in case I came across something worth taking a picture of. It was also the only way I could touch people without seeing more than I wanted.
I wiggled out of the rest of my clothing, which took more effort than it ought to due to the rain. Once I was dried off and in a comfortable pair of cotton pajama shorts and a T-shirt, I fell backward onto my small mattress and let out a heavy sigh.
Crying wasn’t something I often did—even after all of the things I had been through in my short nineteen years of living, it was something I avoided. But tonight, it would seem that I didn’t have the will to hold back the flood of tears. I usually tried to make it home before my dad did in order to avoid any confrontations with him, but seeing my best friend Mia’s mom was far more significant to me. She had been in a coma for the past month and a half after experiencing a sudden, severe seizure that left her unconscious on the kitchen floor. She suffered some bad head trauma and the doctors were worried that there may have been some memory loss. Mia always wanted me to go with her to see her mom. I didn’t blame her, and I knew she’d have done the same for me. If I still had a mother.
I carefully swung my legs over the edge of my mattress and climbed the stairs that could potentially lead to another argument. Waiting outside the door, I listened closely for any sign that my dad was awake. The golden sound of silence reached my ears, and I slowly slid the door open. I rushed across the living room and into our tiny bathroom. Tiny… what a poor choice of a word to describe the bathroom in that house—minuscule was more suiting. It was so small that it would make a claustrophobic person panic as soon as they entered. The toilet was cramped up against the wall, giving you barely any space to move around while using it. There was a sink barely big enough to wash your hands, and the tiniest excuse for a shower I had ever seen.
Grabbing a plain white wash cloth, I soaked it in soap and water then ran the warm fabric across my face, wiping away the mess of mascara my tears had made. I winced when the cloth touched the spot my dad had hit, having briefly forgotten it was even there. I stopped to examine the mark in the mirror—it was bright red and already swollen. I would be getting plenty of questions about it in the morning. I quickly brushed my teeth, ran a comb through my wavy, cherry red hair, used the restroom, and washed my hands before sneaking quietly out and back down to the basement.
Sleep didn’t come easily, but it was rare that it did. I could hear the rain pounding loudly against the shed in the backyard, followed by a tree limb scraping against the tin siding as the wind rustled through the branches. The air was chillier than usual, so I gathered an extra blanket off of the floor that I usually discarded at night. Wrapping up in the thick cloth, I thought back to when Mia’s mom knitted it for me when I was sick with pneumonia two years ago. The fabric was soft and colorful, contrasting against my otherwise black bedding, and it easily warmed me through the cold.
When I finally fell asleep, it was well after three AM. It seemed like only seconds before I was startled awake by movement and a silhouette sitting on my bed. It took me a moment to comprehend that the blanket was over my eyes, and the figure was that of my dad. I tore the fabric away from my face and stared blankly at the disgruntled man before me. He wasn’t aware that I had woken up, his face was turned toward the ground and rested in his palms. Stubbles of graying hair marked his tan skin; his hard life was causing him to show age sooner than most. A trait, like his complexion, I hoped I would never obtain—my skin was as pale as a ghost, regardless how often I was outside in the sun. I shifted slowly into a sitting position and took a deep breath.
“Dad…” I started, but he quickly interrupted me.
“Vicky, I’m sorry, for everything. You deserve so much better… so much more than I can give you.”
Typical. I had heard this from him enough to recite in my head what he would say next.
“Don’t worry about it, dad.”
“It’s just… ever since Brandy left, things’ve been so hard.”
Brandy… now there was a name I would gladly have forgotten. It wasn’t that I disliked Brandy—she was a good woman, a good wife, and I would even go so far as to say she was a good step-mother. That is, had she not divorced my father and left him to raise a six-year-old by himself. I couldn’t blame her entirely, though. When my dad got together with Brandy, it was more out of desperation than anything. He was a single parent, barely making it by on his own, and that is where Brandy fit in. She became the babysitter I would have for six years and refer to as ‘mom’. They had nothing in common, and as far as my dad goes, he felt nothing romantically toward her. Or at least, that is what he had said ever since she left.
The only reason that this woman’s name made me uncomfortable was the terrifying memory that came to mind anytime I thought of her.
I was right on the verge of turning six when she brought home an adorable butterscotch-colored rabbit from the pet store she worked at. At the time, I was thrilled—what little girl wouldn’t have been? That was until Brandy handed over the bunny… images flashed through my head: a dog leaping over the fence in the backyard, grabbing the bunny between its jaws and violently shaking it until the creature could no longer breathe. I could literally feel the terror of the animal, my heart raced overwhelmingly fast, and I felt a subtle burn along my abdomen as though I was sharing its pain and fear. Hysterically, I threw the bunny into my step-mother’s hands and ran to my room. She left my father not long after that incident, and at times I feel that it was my fault they broke up. I knew he felt that way too.
“We both know this has nothing to do with her,” I muttered and avoided looking at him. “I don’t want to get into an argument, so let’s just leave it alone.”
“I brought you something,” he said, ignoring my remark. “I know it won’t make up for anything… but, here. Just like you like it.”
“Thanks,” I laughed and wrapped my fingers around the width of a Styrofoam coffee cup. I took a long swig of the warm liquid—not too hot to burn my tongue, just right—and sighed contentedly at the taste of sugar and cream. “I’m going to need this today.”
“Didn’t sleep well again?”
I shook my head and took another gulp of coffee. “The wind was bugging me. We need to cut the limbs off that tree or something. It sounds like a gun going off when they get slammed into the shed.” I took another quick sip. “Sadly, I don’t think it’d look very good for the new girl to be dozing off on the job.”
“You could always call in sick and get some rest.”
While a nap sounded enticing, the more I worked, the more money I would make, and the sooner I could move out into my own apartment. “Nah,” I said as I slid the coffee cup onto my nightstand, beside an illuminated fish tank, and gathered a container from the drawer. I sprinkled a few pellets from the container into the small aquarium and watched my dark blue Siamese Fighting Fish swim up to the surface and nab a few. He was the only pet I would allow my dad to get for me—the man was insistent that I have some sort of companion to keep me company, and I refused anything that required physical contact—making Indigo the perfect pet. “I’m going to get ready to go to the library, thanks again for the coffee.”
My dad nodded, letting his eyes linger on me for a second before he climbed up the stairs and shut the basement door. I quickly checked my phone to see if I missed any important messages or phone calls—but there were few notifications, a text from Mia saying thanks for last night, and a bad joke from Eric. Eric had, without a doubt, one of the corniest senses of humor of anyone I had ever known—but he made an excellent friend. I was glad he was my manager.
I plucked one of my boots from beside the door and sighed before letting it fall back onto the floor. It was still soaking wet from the night before. I would have to settle for a pair of sneakers today.
After undressing from my pajamas, I pulled on a black and white striped T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans, then slid my feet into some lime green ankle socks and old sneakers that I avoided as much as possible. A spare set of boots was one of the first items on my ‘To Buy List’ upon receiving my first paycheck. I gathered the coffee from my nightstand and made my way up the creaky old stairs and to the bathroom to finish getting ready. I tried the best I could to conceal my red, puffy cheek. This was impossible with how light my skin was.
As I made my way outside, my eyes quickly scanned over the yard—soaking wet as usual. The beautiful black and silver motor scooter in the driveway made me forget all about the weather and even the lack of my comfortable boots. It had been a gift from my grandma Loretta for graduating high school—I promised her that if she got it for me, I would use it to apply for jobs around town, and I had kept my word. I spent two weeks after graduation riding around Hazel Grove applying everywhere that I could. There were some age restrictions here and there, like having to be over twenty-one to work in the convenience stores that carried alcohol, but I actually managed to get four interviews during the course of those two weeks. After what had seemed like forever, the library finally called me, and there was no way I was going to reject that offer.
Before straddling the bike, I swallowed the remainder of my drink and tossed the cup in the large green garbage can by the sidewalk. Water splashed off the closed lid as it swung back, landing dangerously close to yet another pair of footwear. I breathed a sigh of relief before squishing my black helmet onto my head. I didn’t know why I ever bothered brushing my hair before work; it always came out of that thing mangled.
The library was peaceful and comforting—even with the occasional rowdy child making lots of noise and getting dragged out, kicking and screaming, by their parents. It was the place I felt the safest outside of my bedroom. The staff was a tight-knit group—me, Eric, Amy, and the seldom seen William. Will was what you would call a slacker. He had become a member of the staff about three days after I had, and he rarely showed up for work. I didn’t expect him to have the job for much longer. I couldn’t have been more right.
“Good morning, Tori!” Eric greeted me with a wide smile. He had a beautiful grin with pearly white teeth, although a couple of them were crooked. I was always envious of his good mood, but that’s what you get paid for here, friendly service.
“Hey,” I replied with a brief smile, doing my best to avoid letting him see the welt on my cheek. “Any sign of Will this morning?”
I asked the same thing every work day; it was kind of like a joke amongst us, to see just how long it would be until his job here ended.
“Matter a fact,” Amy butted in, coming from the lobby with a handful of print-out coloring pages for kids. “He finally called in to say he was quittin’.”
My jaw fell in shock. “Really?”
“Yep. We’re hopin’ to find someone new to fill his position soon.”
Will’s position was an easy one. He was a library aide, mostly responsible for collecting the books from the drop-off, sorting the shelves, and sometimes he was needed to monitor the computer labs. I mentally noted that I should suggest that Mia apply, although she seemed to be satisfied at her cashier job at the supermarket.
There was no need for many more staff members than the four—now three—of us, especially with the recent addition of the computerized self-checkout system. It was better this way, with a tight-knit group that was familiar with each other. The only reason I was lucky enough to be hired on here was because the person I replaced had moved out of state. I didn’t get specifics on why Sarah left, but I could vaguely remember seeing her from time to time when I would stop in to check out a book. It always felt like someone was moving away from town.
I heard a long, heavy sigh from beside me and cringed when I saw Amy looking directly at the spot on my cheek. Quickly, I covered it with my hand and glanced away, even though it was too late now—she’d already seen it. She gestured for me to follow her into the lobby, shaking her head sympathetically.
“Tell me your daddy didn’ hit you, Tori,” she said in her thick Southern accent after we were in the lobby.
I’d only been here a week, and Amy and I were already pretty close. The second day I came into work, I had a black eye, and she was at my side at once, asking questions and I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out the whole story. She was a mother of two boys—one starting middle school and another a little younger—and despite how short of a length of time we had known each other, she was more than willing to offer me a place on her couch. It was a tempting offer, but I always declined.
“It’s not a big deal, Amy,” I muttered, letting her inspect the wound with her eyes. I had the staff convinced that I was obsessive-compulsive about others touching me, and they respected my wish not to be touched.
“Don’ ya be tellin’ me it ain’t a big deal, young lady! Ya don’ deserve this kind a nonsense, an’ if ya don’ call the police soon, I will.”
I shook my head. “I really wish you wouldn’t. It’s fine—really…I can handle it. Just a few more weeks here and I can start looking into moving. It… it was more my fault anyway.” As soon as I had said that, I wished I hadn’t.
“Oh no it damned well wasn’t! Unless you up and attacked him or somethin’. ‘Course I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
“No… nothing like that. Like I said, I’ll be out of there soon.”
“Yeah, and I hope it ain’t in a body bag. Now like I’ve told ya before, come stay with me an’ the boys, we’ll take care a ya until ya find a place.”
This was the third time she’d offered since I began working here.
“I don’t want to be a burden, Amy. I’ll take care of it.”
She sighed in defeat and went to wrap her arms around me, forgetting my ‘illness’. I feigned a cough and narrowly escaped seeing the woman’s death. I wouldn’t be able to handle such an image. Amy was someone that I hoped would live to be a hundred or more, a great grandmother who had lived a long, fruitful life. She would be surrounded by family and friends when the time came…I couldn’t bear to witness the reality of it. Even if it was something as natural as dying in her sleep, it was something I wanted to put off knowing for as long as possible—forever, even.
“Don’ let Eric be seein’ that. He’ll be real mad.”
I laughed for a moment and contemplated the idea of Eric being mad. He fortunately wasn’t on shift the day I came in with the black-eye, as he’d been on vacation for half of the week, but I still couldn’t picture him being angry. He was the kind of guy anyone could feel at ease around—light-hearted, funny, and childlike. He fit perfectly in the library, and I admired him more than once indulging in story time with the children. I had a hunch he may have liked the silly stories as much as the little ones. He was an animated person, skilled at making even the dullest of kid’s books seem entertaining. It surprised me that he didn’t have kids of his own, but maybe there was some underlying reason for it. As far as I knew, he wasn’t in a relationship, but I’d never really taken the time to ask… it didn’t feel like it was my business. For all I knew, he was incapable of having kids or was happier being surrounded by other people’s children in the workplace and not having to worry about the duties of actually raising them.
“I’ll try my best to make sure he doesn’t notice… we’d better get out there before he comes to see what’s going on.”
Amy nodded in agreement, and the two of us hurried out of the lobby. Eric was on the other side of the library, assisting an elderly woman reach a book from a high shelf. I recognized her quickly as Mrs. Drewitz, the oldest living woman in Hazel Grove. Her husband was the mayor for twenty years, making her name and face easily recognizable throughout town. The mayor had unfortunately passed away years ago. I watched them for a moment before turning my attention to the counter. A young boy was waiting for help, and Amy was nowhere to be seen.
“Good morning,” I said calmly as I situated myself behind the desk. “How may I help you?”
“I wanna check out this book,” he said and handed over his library card and a picture book with a dinosaur on the cover. I was very careful not to touch his hand during the transfer.
With a quick swipe, I ran the card through the system and scanned the book. It was pretty shocking to me that so few people bothered to use the automated checkout stand. More often than not, the customers came to the desk. I assumed it was because they were all nervous about trying out the new machine. Every now and then I would see someone bravely approach it and nervously make their own transaction, and it was admittedly very funny.
“There you go,” I offered the book back to the boy.
“Thank you, ma’am.” he said politely and ran out the automatic doors.
“Well done, Miss Aldrich,” Eric commented as he strode over and stashed a couple of books on the cart of items that needed re-shelved.
“Hard to believe, huh?” I commented, turning my head so that he couldn’t see the mark my dad had inflicted.
“Only five days of working and three days of training and you’ve already mastered it,” he grinned. “Not that hard though, huh? Haven’t mastered the scenery around you yet though I guess.”
My eyes followed the direction of his pointer finger, and I gulped. Surely enough, there was my face staring back at me on a large mirrored glass. “Oops.”
“Amy told me about the eye, too,” he stated and turned his attention to an approaching woman.
I tried to slip away before he was done with the transaction for the woman, but he had the books and a receipt passed over to her before I had a chance to make a move. “If I had time this morning, I’d have covered it up with makeup…”
“You can’t spend your life covering things up, Victoria. Something needs to be done about this. I know he’s your dad, but he’s abusing you and things are only going to get worse.”
He was right, of course. I knew for years that I was living in a poor situation that I needed desperately to get out of, but there was nothing I could do about it. Grandma Loretta did what she could to support me and to keep me safe from my dad, but it wasn’t enough. I spent more time in her house than my own, but there was always something that made me go back—especially on days like last night. She lived all the way across town, which she kept telling me was no longer a good excuse now that I had my scooter. The more I thought about it, the more I knew why I always went back to him in the end—I felt like I needed to help him, despite what he put me through. Without me, he’d have no one to feed him. Without me, he’d be lonely. Without me there would be no one to stop the fire.
“He needs me,” I muttered aloud, completely to my surprise.
Eric gave me a stern expression that one would expect from a parent. “He doesn’t need you, Tori, he needs a doctor. He needs help in ways that you can’t provide. And if you’re worried he might hurt himself or something—well then you ought to see about turning him in somewhere.”
I had thought of this before. Without me with him, there would be no telling what he might do to himself. I’d heard enough suicide threats from him to know that he wasn’t likely to go through with anything, plus I knew just how he would die, but something kept me from letting him be alone.
“I’ll be out of there once I can support myself, I promise.”
What would make abandoning him any easier then, than now? It was times like this that I wished Brandy would make an appearance in our lives again. He wasn’t such a mess until after they divorced… but there was no counting on that. Not after fourteen years. I didn’t even know where she was now; I could barely even recall what she looked like.
“If you’re not out of there by the end of the month, Amy and I will be getting you out. One way or the other.”
I stared glumly at my reflection, tracing my finger along my cheek. “I won’t stop you,” I replied and returned to my false happy exterior as the old lady from earlier approached the counter.

Revising

My husband and I were experiencing a lot of difficulties on behalf of the property management company that rented out the house we were living in, to the point that we had to pack up, relocate, unpack and settle into our new house. Overall, I'm actually relieved that this happened. I adore my new house and find the new city to be much more fitting for me and my family.

Now, two weeks later, everything is settled and unpacked [excluding about three boxes that I have not decided what to do with the contents of...but we'll pretend those ones don't exist right now] and I have been working on the revising process of Ephemeral. I want to get this book out as soon as possible, but at the same time I don't want to rush the editing process because I want to make sure it's as perfect as possible before I release it to my readers!

During the week of the move, I also had a few promotions for Twin Souls that gradually increased my ranking on Amazon. At one point, I was number eleven on the top free books! Needless to say, I was ecstatic.

I just wanted to fill everyone in on what has been happening lately, and now I must resume my revising :]

Nevermore Collection, Ephemeral Update

Over the weekend, I spent several hours working on a box set design for my recently-released complete series of Nevermore. There were multiple design ideas that I went through, but I finally settled on one that I really liked. While I created that, my husband went through the process of formatting all four books into one document for the new 'book' release and it's available now! Click below to check it out and maybe even grab a 'copy'! :]



After completing the design, I dedicated some time to working on Ephemeral, which is growing ever-closer to being finished! To reach my goal of 75,000 words total I need a little less than 10,000 more words. It may or may not exceed that amount, but I'm confident that it will at least hit right at 75,000 and I'm already developing ideas for the sequel.

There was one more thing I wanted to address - I have received several requests asking for more Nevermore / Alexis / Salem, and I swear, I'm not done with the world of Nevermore! There is more to come, but it is just going to be a little while before I get back to it. There are plans for a follow-up series from Madison's point of view [if you are unaware of who that it is, I won't ruin it for you], as well as a short story based on Salem's past. I cannot give much of an estimated time for when those will be out, but I can almost guarantee it won't be until 2014 at the earliest.

I sincerely hope that the Hazel Grove and Avarial books can keep you occupied while you wait for more Nevermore! 

Halfway There?

Before I delve into the main focus of this blog post - I would like to thank Nathalie over at Blue Dragons Ebooks Reviews for featuring me on her Facebook page as one of the Authors of the Day!

Secondly, I also discovered a promotion for Twin Souls on E-reader News Today! It was posted yesterday, but I only discovered it this morning when I noticed that my sales ranks had jumped a great margin and I searched on Google to find the unexpected, but greatly appreciated, promotion :]

And lastly, I just went to my second book signing this past Saturday. It was a very small event, as it was the first time, and there weren't many sales to be had. You can read more on this at my husband's blog - here.

Now, as some of you may know, I am in the process of writing a whole new series, with whole new characters. Don't take this to mean that I have given up and forgotten Alexis, because I haven't. There is a file on my computer dedicated solely to novels based on Alexis's future, but I did need a break from Nevermore. During that break, I came up with a completely different idea for a paranormal series that I think - or should I say hope - that you will all love, and it will temporarily keep you occupied until further Nevermore-esque books are released.

At this point in time, I am 47,944 words into my new book...and I want to say that I am halfway through writing it, but I honestly cannot say for sure. There are still a number of things that I need to get into this novel, without putting too much into just the first book. I'm really excited about this book, and I think it may be almost entirely unique. Of course, there are so many books out there, that it's impossible for me to know if it is or not - however, it is unique to me!

The King's Hourglass was also a completely unique idea for me, and I hope that some of you will give it a chance. I know that is out of the typical genre for my novels, but if you think about it - this is where I started. I wrote The King's Hourglass years before I ever even thought of Alexis. There is magic and mystery betwixt those digital pages, but it's not quite the same as what you will find in Nevermore.

Look out for Ephemeral, coming out [hopefully] soon!

The King's Hourglass is Here!

I am beyond excited to announce that after eight years since I began the book, after several rewritings, after various character name and scenario changes here and there, and after an entire week dedicated to nothing but editing and formatting, The King's Hourglass, is at last published! 

This story was never expected to become anything when I initially began writing it, to be honest. Back when I was seventeen, I spent a few hours here and there writing bits and pieces of this story as a hobby. After a while, it developed into the first full-length novel I ever completed writing. It was completely written by 2008, then left to sit there while I messed around with ideas for the sequel. At that point in time, I didn't know about digital publishing, but I so badly wanted to have my book published. My husband [at that time boyfriend] and I looked into agents and publishing traditionally, but we never really pursued it. The book went untouched for a few more years, until the end of 2011 when I opened up the document again and began changing little things to add more excitement, and it briefly ended here when the idea for a vampire hunter series you are no doubt familiar with popped into my head. And I began my journey with digital publishing, which has been one of the greatest happenings in my life thus far. 

All work on Avarial ceased at that point, as I became focused on the life of Alexis Hobbs. In truth, I felt somewhat ashamed for abandoning my first ever book, the one book that I longed for years to have published, but I needed to get this fresh new idea out as soon as possible! And I do not regret that decision, Nevermore has been a success and people continue to ask for more of Alexis [she will be back in your lives before you know it]. 

But now it is hopefully Divian's time to shine. I hope that you will give this new world and these new characters a chance, and even find new friends in the lands of Dulcor. 

Clicking on the image will take you directly to the Amazon page:  


The King is on the verge of death, but his young heir is not yet ready to take the throne. The prince sets out on a perilous journey to save his father before time runs out. What he discovers will shape the fate of their world. 

Progress & Absence

I have been in the process of working on another book, outside of the Nevermore series, as well as the Avarial series [I speculate that book one of which will be out within the next two months]. Currently, I am thirty thousand words into my new book and am happy with where it is headed.

Unfortunately, the past two months have not been the greatest. I have had a few tragedies occur among my family that postponed some of my writing, followed by some unbearable sinus infections that have prevented me from being able to do much beyond lay in bed all day feeling miserable. However!, I am now feeling much better, things are improving overall, and I'm back to writing at least 1,000 words daily.

I apologize for my absence, but I have always followed the philosophy that family and 'real life' comes before all else - including writing. The good news is that during this time of absence, I have been able to accumulate quite a few ideas for the book I'm focusing on now, future Nevermore-related stories, and books I've not even touched yet.

In other news...Today is my eighth and third year anniversary with my husband, Adam! We met back in 2005, and began our relationship on June 27th of that year. Five years later exactly, we got married in my parents [former] backyard. I cannot believe that three years have already passed since the day we wed, but I wouldn't trade this for anything. He's been here for me throughout the worst of times, and the best of times, and helped me on the path to becoming the author I am today. I would truly be lost without him!

Please bear with me as I get this book out of my head, through my fingertips, and into this laptop! I promise you will have more material to read soon! And for those of you looking forward to more of Alexis and Salem, I hope that you enjoy the temporary break from their lives and enjoy the life of Prince Divian in the upcoming The King's Hourglass. But at the same time, I promise this isn't the end of Alexis!

'Destiny' is Here!

After a grueling nearly twenty-four hour wait trying to get through to Amazon to fix the issue with posting Destiny, I woke up to find an apology e-mail stating they were aware of the issue and were doing what they could to fix it. Then, I promptly went to Amazon.com and there it was! I am beyond excited to have this book released at last - it was the hardest one for me to write thus far, for so many reasons. The amount of research and time I had to dedicate to coming up with important factors leading up to the very end...it was at times unbearable. You will find out what was so complicated about writing this book once you reach the very last few pages.

The book is presently only available on Amazon, but I will keep everyone posted on when it is available for other retailers. I hope you enjoy the last book of the Nevermore series and cannot wait to hear what everyone thinks! 

...FEAR NOT! While this may be the end of Alexis's tale, it isn't the end of her story... 

Less than Ten

The release of 'Destiny' is less than TEN days away! 

Readers, who is your favorite character in the series so far? 

My favorite character all along has been Salem :] 

Surprise!

I was half-tempted to post this yesterday, but it occurred to me that everyone would assume it was an April Fool's joke [in fact, I revealed it to my best friend and she thought I was teasing her for the 'holiday']. The story itself isn't in progress at all, but I have been toying with the idea of a short story revealing more of Salem's past and life prior to Alexis and came up with this during a bout of messing around in Photoshop yesterday evening. 

I hope that you are as excited as I am to learn more about Salem! 

One Year!

As of today, I have officially been published for an entire year! 

It has been a very exciting, interesting journey that I intend to continue throughout the rest of my life! There is nothing in the world that I enjoy more than writing and sharing my stories with the world. As mentioned in the blog post my husband wrote [which can be found here], Destiny has been completed as far as writing goes and is about to go through the editing stage - I hope to have it released with the next couple of weeks. 

Following the end of Nevermore, I have the first novel in my young adult epic fantasy trilogy in preparation for release this summer. While that is going through editing, I will be focusing on the second book in the trilogy, then the third...and we shall see from there! 

Fear not, lovers of Nevermore - while Alexis's story is finished, there is plenty to follow-up on with some very specific key characters that you will discover within Destiny :] That shall be my focus after Avarial, unless something else distracts me. 

And speaking of Avarial, here is the beautiful cover that was created by the magnificent artist Keith! He will also be designing the covers for the rest of the trilogy :] 

#23

During this past week's book promotions, Twin Souls made it up to #23 among the top Top 100 Free in Kindle Store on Amazon! While I hoped to have reached a higher ranking, I am beyond pleased with the results! I have made more sales this month than ever in the past :]

Destiny is coming along nicely. I was battling with a bout of writer's block but I seem to have pushed through that barrier and managed a huge chunk of words yesterday [3,248] and am continuing on today!

A friend of mine delivered a helpful message to me last night that really made me feel better about pacing myself with writing -

It's the quality of the words that count, not the quantity, don't push yourself! 

That is a great message for all authors to follow :]

Also, I have two professionally made book covers in the process done by 'Keith Draws', for my upcoming epic fantasy series. They should be ready for my viewing by the end of this week - I am thrilled and cannot wait to see the outcome!

Through the Rift

As I have mentioned before, I have been working on a 'serial' series on the side, and the first novelette in the series was published today!

I spent roughly ten hours altogether designing the cover and have received several excellent comments regarding how much people like it :] Hopefully the book is enjoyed just as much - if not more!

Proof Copy!

Not only did I receive the pleasant surprise of very rare snow today, but the UPS man delivered the proof copy of my book! Now I have to go through it and make sure it's all fine and dandy before I can submit it to be available for everyone in print. Despite how unexcited  I may appear below in the picture, I truly am thrilled! :D 

Facebook Poll

Take a moment to stop by my Facebook page to participate in a poll I am hosting for the chance to help me pick a name for a new character in development for book four! You may also add your own ideas for me to consider! 

Approved for Print

After much designing and then re-designing in order to get the title out of the 'bleed' zone, I have accomplished being approved by CreateSpace for the print cover of Twin Souls! I will be announcing in the [hopefully] near future when it is available to order as a paperback! 

Here is a preview of what it will look like : 

 Front Cover 

 Back Cover 

Dust Jacket 

Needless to say, I am overly excited and proud of the completed work and cannot wait to get my hands on the 'proof' copy! It will be amazing to be able to hold my very own book - something I have dreamt of for years. It may not be on the shelves in countless bookstores, libraries or houses...but one has to start somewhere. 

Twin Souls - Free

My husband and I went through Twin Souls together again to fix any missed errors, add a little depth to Alexis and Salem's relationship, and a few other things. Amazon just now released the updated version, with a shiny new cover and everything. And don't forget - Twin Souls is officially permanently free now! 

Also, if you hadn't noticed - I have done an extensive amount of changes to the layout of the website. The layout was initially gray and blue, but I felt it clashed, so I did a little editing here and there to make it fit my liking. I designed a header to replace the boring text that was originally up there. I am very satisfied with the outcome and think it gives you a feel of what to expect from my books! 

And, on another note, I have designed a dust jacket for the print copy of Twin Souls and am waiting on Amazon to confirm whether it is 'good enough' for their standards...hopefully I will know soon! Once I do, I will let everyone know :] 

My Writing Process & a Surprise

After taking roughly a week's worth of time away from writing my fourth Nevermore book, I did something I have never done with writing. I sat down and wrote a quick outline, laying everything out before me just waiting to be given depth and life. 

Normally, when I begin a new story, I open up a blank document and just let the words flow out, with no intended destination - that all comes to me as I go along. But this book has so much that I needed to figure out and have as perfect as possible that I decided I needed an outline. Ever since I typed up the outline, my writing has progressed and I am happy with the direction it is heading. 

To aid me in writing, I like to be surrounded by comfort - the light, gentle music from my Rock-a-bye Lullabies [if you are unaware, those are rock songs turned into 'lullabies'!], my wax burner swirling the fumes of sugared kiwi melon in the room, relaxed in my leather office chair, with all of the lights out. 

I have also been toying around with Photoshop for the past day and a half [which has taken out a chunk of time that could have been spent writing, but I will forgive myself later], altering the covers of my current novels. With that being said, look out for potential cover changes in the near future. 

Also...Nevermore Four officially has a title! 

Be prepared for Destiny, Nevermore Book 4 this spring~