So, I don’t usually post reviews folks send me but I’m making an exception in a couple of cases today. I love it when I receive unexpected reviews from folks I’m only vaguely acquainted with because it always surprises me when they are interested in reading my work. It’s an even better surprise when they take the time to actually write to tell me they liked it! So here’s to them. My awesome readers who inspire me to keep going.
After I learned you had written a book, I ordered it. I finished it last night and I loved it. I laughed and got completely absorbed in the characters you created. You eventually might include some recipes in future books.((Okay, this is M.J. cutting in here. What do you all think, should I include some recipes? Let me know in comments. Back to the review. )) I couldn’t really follow the first two chapters cause wolf? specter ? but was engaged to read more and ended up being delighted by your thought process, character building, teenage emotions, and might I add Catholicism? I hope you continue to write. I want to read more about Miranda, Hank, Sheryl, the whole new Fae world you have created. Many people dream that they can fly — to conquer their problems, escape difficulties and uncertainty, but a werewolf guardian is a first I think. My grandmother and father were from Dublin and County Cort so our bedtime stories always started out with a leprechaun waiting to fool someone to follow (usually) him. Also being raised a Catholic, many memories were tapped. I learned a bit about Spokane as well. It was fun. Congratulations.
Isn’t that lovely? I like the idea of leprechauns and may have to work one into the next book. 😉 Here’s the other review that made me just so happy.
I gotta admit when I first saw the title my first thought was “I gotta give this a read!” I was hooked immediately. All humor aside, and this story has no shortage of great humor, I found it completely refreshing to have a MC who is so broken, physically & mentally, who ends up being a really strong woman. I found her faults endearing, and loved seeing her rise up, strong in mind, body, faith, and spirit. I will be keeping my eyes out for book 2.
This review thrilled me because I wrote this book to reach out to those with chronic illness, to educate those who love someone with health issues, and to give a clean read for folks of all ages who enjoy Urban Fantasy. So thank you readers. I appreciate your kind words and promise to have book 2 – Lilac City Lunacy out soon!
Look what I’ve got in the works. Every author needs some swag for signings and contest winners and I’m just getting started! Here’s a quick peek at my first bit o’ swag. **Big props to The Dizzy Bee for making these!**
Hey everyone, if you’ve been looking forward to Volume 2 of the Luna Chronicles – Lilac City Lunacy, here’s a quick snippet to whet your appetite. An unedited scene with our favorite werewolf sheriff, Stan McKenna. Enjoy!
Spokane County Sheriff, Stan McKenna was having a bad week. A bad month if he were to be honest. The Lilac city, as Spokane was known, was inundated with hostility. Small fights had been breaking out more and more frequently. At first, Stan had chalked it up to increased gang activity and people working out the agitation of cabin fever after such a harsh winter. There was always a period between the winter chill and summer heat criminals took advantage of, but things had continued to happen.
He realized something was truly messed up when he responded to what he thought was a prank call. There were a few on the force that might feel they owed him payback for bringing in donuts glazed with sour sugar and jalapeno dust. His fellow officer’s faces had both mottled and puckered while they cursed him out roundly. At the time he’d laughed so hard he thought he might have strained something, so he wouldn’t put it past his fellow officers to create a strange scenario just to mess with him. Unfortunately when he pulled up in front of his aunt Gena’s Sew Easy Too fabric shop, what he saw through the big front window was no joke.
Four old women were facing off with each other. Two against two, all hollering at the top of their lungs while brandishing knitting needles. One of the ladies stepped forward and poked her opponent as Stan was getting out of his car. He moved faster when the poked woman’s eyes grew wild and her knitting hand turned the needle from a parrying position to a thrusting position. Good grief, she might just kill someone! The chimes above the doorway tinkled loudly as he entered. The sound distracted the women just long enough for him to place himself in the middle of the group. He unleashed a touch of Alpha charm hoping to diffuse the situation then put his hands up and spun in a small circle to smile at every one of them. His physical size forced them all to step back a bit. “Now, ladies. What’s going on here?”
he’d expected the torrent of clucking, spluttering, ferociousness that would
spew from them he’d never have asked. At first,
he couldn’t make out a word they were saying. After a moment he was sorry he
could. He heard phrases drop from their sweet, grandmotherly lips that he hoped
he’d never hear again. Betty White couldn’t do as well if she were fully drunk
and witnessed someone beating their dog. There are just some things you can’t
un-hear and Stan was wishing for a gallon of brain bleach when he finally
caught onto a thread of the real problem. They were arguing over whose
grandchildren were the smartest!
almost started laughing at how ridiculous it was, but as they continued arguing
those knitting needles were again put into use. One of the ladies, a 4’9″
Latina with dyed brown hair in a loose bun, reached around him with her shiny
red implement to prod another woman. He thought he heard one of them call the
poker, Rosalinda, and the pokee, Agnes.
Rosalinda was wearing a soft pink t-shirt and black shorts. Her target, Agnes,
had short silvery hair and big coke bottle glasses. She was wearing a white, short-sleeved blouse and khaki slacks. She was
also holding a long, olive green knitting needle low and at the ready.
other two women facing off looked like twins. Both stooped with age, they had
short, curly, gray hair and baby blue eyes. One had a pair of glasses dangling
from a chain, the other had them propped on top of her head. Both were wearing
floral pattern cotton dresses topped by pale blue, loosely knit cardigans and both had short wooden knitting needles.
From the cacophony of bickering, he
plucked the names, Janet and Jess, before he’d finally had enough.
himself to his full 6’5″ height, Stan quickly plucked the knitting needles
away from each woman, put his hands on his hips and shouted.
four women turned their eyes upon him and if he hadn’t been such a big man, or
a Sheriff, or a Guardian, Stan might have run away. Instead, he cleared his throat and with all the authority he could
muster he tried to reason with them. “Ladies. . .
So this month’s Blog Battle word prompt is “shift” and if you’ve been following me for any length of time you KNOW I had to respond to this. 😉 Here is my 1,000 word (+ or -) entry. Enjoy.
June 10, 2018
This is my first entry in what Walt’s been calling the Luna Chronicles. It’s basically a glorified personal journal, except it’s supposed to help other Luna’s – eventually. To anyone reading this, please understand that I am no Shakespeare. I’m just doing my best. So here goes.
Becoming a Guardian has been tough but rewarding. I never realized just how much there is to learn OR that I’d have to journal about it! I mean really, who knew visual tracking, botany, and martial arts would be needed? I’m already a werewolf. Everything should come instinctively, right? Wrong.
Granted, I’ve enjoyed the martial arts. It’s something I never thought I’d be able to do considering how sick I was before my first shift. Lupus had put me down hard. It didn’t just limit my movement due to pain, it shrunk my world by interfering with my social and family life. I was always afraid to go too far from home in case I suddenly ran out of steam, or hurt myself in some new and stupid way. Queen of the klutzy, I am, but it was SO much worse with chronic illness issues. Thank God, Sherryl’s been really patient with me despite my klutziness. I can’t believe I nearly knocked her block off with that round house kick! I honestly didn’t think I could move that fast. Good thing we heal quickly.
Botany has been interesting and I’m really glad I’ll be able to identify and avoid poison ivy from now on. Yeah, tripping into that huge patch sucked. Of course that was during my tracking lesson with Stan, Alpha of the Eastern Washington Guardians. Despite his laughter, I’ll never be able to repay him for helping me up and out of that mess. His hands looked almost as horrible as my everything for two days, even with our accelerated healing ability. Ugh.
Shifting has come most easily to me. Ninety-nine percent of the time I stick the landing, so to speak, moving easily from human to wolf and back without issue. That pesky one percent though is a tad worrisome.
I only seem to have issues when I get too tired or emotional, like after that three day flu the kids went through. Of course my lucky husband, Hank, avoided it altogether since his boss just happened to schedule him to go to a conference on those days. I’m still not sure how I escaped getting it, but so glad I did! It was horrible. Poor Matt and Tammy. They must have each lost ten pounds the hard way. Thank God for Sherryl! I’m not sure I’d have been able to handle working, studying, and running between rooms for that long if she hadn’t been dropping off food for me and medicine for the kids.
You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to force myself to take in the currently required 12,000 calories a day while emptying barf buckets every hour or so. Ewww. Sorry, but this journal is supposedly for posterity and Walt told me not to leave ANYTHING out. So yeah, Walt, you asked for it.
Back to the one percent problem. Sorry about the bunny trail. Anyway, after those three days I was wiped out. So with the kids on the mend and finally able to keep food down I needed to get out for a bit. I called Jennifer and invited her out for a run. We’ve been spending more time together recently and I’m enjoying getting to know her. She’s a lovely person, smart, beautiful, hard working, and a talented painter, though she refuses to show her work outside of her home. She’s also single and looking. I can’t imagine how hard dating would be as a woman werewolf. How many guys can handle not just her success as a realtor, but her ability to outrun, outsmart, outplay them AND smell a lie? It has to be like the worst mash-up of Survivor and The Bachelorette ever!
Wow, I bunny trailed again. Sorry. So as I was saying, Jennifer and I were going running. I was exhausted but needed to stretch my legs before hitting the hay for the night. We drove her car and headed to the Bowl and Pitcher in Riverside State Park. There’s great trails around there and I hoped we could make a quick three mile loop. Making the Change from human to wolf was no problem. Running the darkened trail was no problem. Getting back to her car was no problem. The problem came when I tried to Change back.
I felt good after the run, but apparently hadn’t accurately gauged how low on energy I was. By the time Jennifer had Changed and gotten dressed, I still hadn’t been able to find my human form. Jennifer tried to help “push” me through but I was stuck.
I was a little wigged out but Jennifer remained calm. She called Walt who told me to just sleep in my wolf form and try again in the morning. He said he’d call back at 8:00 am to check on me. Jennifer proved herself amazing yet again when she drove me home, roused the kids to inform them of the situation, then helped me up to my room. She brought up a bowl of water and a tray of cold chicken she found in the fridge. I hate to say it but I quite literally wolfed down her offerings. Ten hours later I woke up human only to find she’d set the timer on my coffee maker as well.
I haven’t had any issues shifting since but now I know, burning the candle at both ends for too long can result in a seriously hairy situation. Yup, I said it. You’re welcome, Walt.
Down sick for the last few days, I haven’t gotten much writing done. In fact, I haven’t gotten much of anything done other than to wonder when I’d be able to get anything done. Yeah, it’s been like that. Today, however, I began thinking about my current work in progress (wip) – Lilac City Lunacy.
Building a fantasy world full of characters, plot twists, heroes and villains, is not easy. There’s so much to be done, and though I’m still lagging with little energy I figured I could doodle a few ideas for the cover. Now, I’m no artist. Oh, I can do some silly little line drawings but with about as much talent and flare as a duck using a fountain pen. Still, it’s enough to give a real artist a better idea of what I want. I did this with my first book, Waxing is Useless. In fact, I hired one of the local artists I’d previously interviewed for this blog, Shannon Potratz .
His sense of humor, talent, and accessibility made him the perfect choice for my cover. Let me show you what I mean. On my first visit to his office I handed him this.
And after a follow up visit he created this, and I love it!
Close by and easy to collaborate with I am still amazed by and grateful for his artistry, especially as I have NO experience with graphic art. Worth every penny, he made it so easy for me, as a self-publisher, to load everything up and put it to print. If you are a writer / self-publisher with little to no artistic talent, I highly recommend getting to know your local artists. Beside potentially finding someone great to work with, I just think it’s awesome for local authors to support local artists and vice verse.
Do you love books? Are you a total bookworm? Love to talk about them and share your favorites? Have you written a book and need another easy marketing opportunity? Well, here it is. I’m going to post a link to my book, and another to my 2 fave authors / series. I invite you to do the same in the comments (They’ll show up on the About page).
Whether you’ve written a book or just want to share fave series, let’s see it!
This year has been so full of amazing people, beautiful art, fascinating stories, and personal triumphs it’s just a bit overwhelming. I feel so blessed by it all, and by all of you: my readers, and my interviewees, that I just want to re-share some of the fun. So here’s a look back at the artists and authors who’ve made this year great!
I’d also like to take this opportunity to thank some folks.
First, I’m so grateful to all of my interviewees. You are why I write this thing. I love showcasing not just your talent, but how absolutely wonderful you all are.
Second, I’d like to thank everyone at Art Chowder magazine, esp. Dean Cameron for finding me here and inviting me to join your ranks. Interviewing artists and writing for you has been a fabulous experience. I can’t wait to see what this next year holds!
And finally, a big shout out to everyone who helped make my own book Waxing is Uselessa reality: the Tin Pencil writer’s group, the St. Francis of Assisi writer’s group, my two besties Kym & Cheryl, and the best friends and editors a writer could ever have, Sue Eller & Kate Poitevin.
So my first novel, Waxing is Useless has been out for nearly 2 months now. It’s still somewhat surreal that it’s out there, but what’s even more surreal is the sweet, positive comments and reviews I’ve been getting!
To all out there who’ve taken the time to visit the Amazon site and leave a review,