Let A. Nicky Hjort put a little THRILL in your evening – Award Finalist in the 2017 American Book Fest!
Elise Phillips, a doctor in training, has successfully repressed her kidnapping five years prior. The only problem is...she has six and one-half days to remember every terrible detail, or a total stranger will die…
A SINISTER VISION: Know This Much Is True – http://myBook.to/sinistervision
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Then she saw the numbers. Six, sixteen, thirty-six.
Six days. Sixteen hours. Thirty-six minutes.
There was no turning back now.
The timer flashed on the dirty wall at the top of those same awful, creaking stairs. The metallic scent of blood filled the air and started dripping down the wall. She heard the drip, drip, drip of thick crimson heme stain the musty, old floorboards. Bleach followed. Then she heard the clock tick.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
The lesson had begun.
That was all the time she had...until someone died.
Unless she found them. Unless she changed their fate. Unless she faced her deepest demons. Unless she learned the lesson, accepted the assignment...for them both.
No. I won't. You can't make me. Not again. Not fair. This is my life. My choice. My decision. I don’t want to remember what happened.
It would be five years ago next month that they had found her mostly dead body on Strawberry Lake. No one knew how she had gotten there. Not even her. Then the surgeons saved her, sort of anyway. She thought she was done having visions, but here she stood smack dab in the middle of one. Damn it!
She had no memories of her kidnapping, of this house, of him…to speak of. Yet here she was. Again.
The frost-coated headstone popped back into her mind.
Survived by her loving mother.
May her heart rest in peace.
In peace? “Whatever, Mom.”
She glanced at the blood running down the wall. Too much, yet also too little, red goo. May my heart finally rest in peace, not.
The same evil place. The top of those stairs. Back at that horrid wall.
What happened to us, Jill?
The last vision had occurred…one year ago? Elise had effectively ignored it the last time by covering her eyes, sticking her fingers in her ears, and screaming as she ran back down the stairs.
Not this time. It wasn't working. Shit!
She awoke, panting in her on-call room still holding onto one word: “Levi.”
It was just a dream, Elise. Just a dream about blue jeans or something. Calm down.
Even then, though, she already knew better. The space between her eyes felt hot, tingled. Not a dream. A vision.
She rubbed her forehead and sighed. Maybe she could pretend she didn’t remember. What vision? What house? Me? Who?
Looking for relief for her parched throat, she grabbed the water bottle and downed it. It wasn’t enough.
Not better. Crap, crap, crap. I’m screwed.
She looked at the nightstand table. The pen on the floor had been knocked off the side table. Oh no!
She glanced at her notepad and shook her head violently side to side in disbelief. Please be empty. Please. Nothing. It’s blank. Please.
She had to know for sure. Unable to stop herself, she looked back.
Her wish went unanswered. On her morning patient census, the figures taunted her. The ink, still wet, was scratched across the notepad in her own handwriting:
6 16 36 Jill & Levi
That was all the time she had to save them.
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If you asked me to get dog down dirty honest and tell you what A Sinister Vision: Know This Much Is True, the second in The Sinister Series is really about… I would probably smile and hesitate for a moment before I offered you my answer. And much like this actual narrative, my description of it would come in layers–more superficial at first and deeper and deeper until you had heard enough. To be fair, I wrote it and I leave it with a new message every time I flip through the pages myself. How is that possible? I guess you’ll have it read it (maybe ten times) to find out.
So here goes…
A Sinister Vision is a thriller at heart. It aims to exhilarate and terrify you. Why? Because us humans are fabulously sick and twisted, and we love to be stimulated in every possible way. Through imagined terror is one of those ways. This book shall not fail you if that is what you seek to experience while you read it
It is also a romance, a beautiful love story on multiple levels. And there are tender scenes and well… let’s just say… bedroom scenes that will stay with you for a while.
It is a paranormal tale from which you can learn a whole lot about astral travel and the like. And should you wonder if you’ve ever had a vision, I expect Elise Phillips and Levi Blackwater can walk you through the answers… Read on please.
It reveals the underbelly of medical education and allows you to experience the abuse and deceit that is alive and well in the machine that educates your doctors to this day. It will shock you how we are taught to lose our humanity to care for humanity and offers a few thoughts about how we might change that and do better before there are no “good” doctors left. We are leaving medicine in droves, find out why.
Moving on….Let’s take it down (or is it up?) a notch.
It is a story about facing our fears and owning our past so that we can experience a future we truly want. It reveals the true power of Now.
It is about finding the most beautiful gifts in the most terrible places. For example, Elise Phillips my main character might say, “That thing you really really want but hardly ever talk about? And that thing that terrifies you more than all the others? The later will be the only way you find the former.” Think about that. What do you want? And where will you find it? Let her show you…. Read on, yah.
It is about the worst most evil bad guys, who do not actually realize they are bad guys. They are heroes in their own story. The only way we can help them is by re-writing that story. New story. New heroes. Think about that… read on, double yah.
It is about wicked hot sex… the best kind, the intimate kind. The kind where there is no place where one of you ends and the other begins. Yes that kind. Read on…
Let’s take it down (or is it up?) the next notch please:
It is about reminding you of the power of your personal truth. There are some things you cannot possibly know but just do… right? Or things you feel so clearly that you experience them in the marrow of your bones. Those things. Close your eyes and remind yourself of five things that you know to be true… I’ll go first and not censor my immediate responses as I type this.
1.) My children are absolutely the best parts of me expressed as living beings and they are the most valuable gifts I have ever been given. And when it is all said and done they will never, ever doubt that I loved them.
2.) Most people are good. At their heart level most people want to be honest and loving and giving. When they act contrary to this… perhaps it is a call for more love… they are dying for more love. Just like you. Just like me. Maybe we are all one being trying to be loved?
3.) My heart is finally open. Much like Elise Phillips the thing that has scared me more than all the others is love… like it is the last gruesome monster under my bed. And how can I be afraid of what and who I already am? If I love myself first and all the rest falls in place and all the monsters go away.
4.) When I take my mask off I am even more beautiful than when I hide behind it. Authenticity and vulnerable are to be cherished, not feared.
5.) The best desserts are simple: like a warm brownie and vanilla ice cream
What do you know to be true? In this story you will see the power of your honest dog dirty answer to that question.
… And might I leave you with one of the deepest levels of this story: you, my love, are the one teaching yourself all these silly little lessons. You can learn them through terrible pain like Jolene in this novel, strapped to a killer’s torture device… or you can learn through love and joy… like Elise in this novel in the throws of passionate ecstasy with her delicious man, Blackwater. The choice is yours….
Now what to do while we are there ( I am a romance writer after all ha,ha)… that is: A Sinister Vision is it not? And I have decided what I pick: I Know This Much Is True.
What will you choose?
And when you find the deepest level, the only I included only for you… that no one else will get but you… write me, I’d love to hear what you know is true.
With love and gratitude abounding I leave you with one of my most favorite quotes and questions we can ask ourselves…
"So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring. In which case, you were also meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought." - Gandalf
What ring, pray-tell, do you carry to the fire of Mordor?
Much love and love much,
A Nicky Hjort
“What’s Love Got To Do With It?”
by Nicky Hjort
I’m sitting here snuggled up in a comfy bed with warm toes and my hair in Dorothy braids as I type this hoping my response will be worthy of such a profound question. One we all keep asking ourselves yet never seem to be able to answer for longer than a fleeting moment before we get all fickle and change our minds about the nature of the force that turns the world round. Whew! That was a long sentence.
My beautiful babies sleep peacefully in the room next door and James Arthur keeps reminding me to “Say You Won’t Let Go” because I’m playing him on a loop to keep me focused. And while I listen to this beautiful song (sorry Lionel) again and again, on my bedside table sits a half full cup of coffee with peppermint creamer, which I can smell from here (delicious), and a mostly full glass of red wine. Both of them trying to convince they have all the answers to the question:
“What’s Love Got To Do With It?”
I can almost hear Tina Turner laughing because I know she knows. Doesn’t she?
But do I?
More importantly, do you?
Anyway, unlike most nights it’s not the music that preaches to me as I ponder the answer to this question…it’s the beautiful giclée in the corner that twinkles and shines while it promises to guide me where I need to go on this one. Now James keeps yanking on my heartstrings too because this song reminds me of someone I hold dear to my heart, but even that isn’t enough this time. No- it’s all about The Kiss.
This question is just too big to let the music answer for me. I gaze back up at the print. It’s Klimt’s famous The Kiss: the only painting beautiful enough to possibly catch and keep my attention while James keeps telling me that I made him feel like he was enough. As if… silly James. Anyway back to The Kiss….
Have I ever told you about the first time I saw this painting? I was walking through a store in a large mall in Texas with a doctor I was working for as a medical assistant at the time. We were strolling through this building and bam! the beauty of it struck me from the side of my head and dropped me to my knees. Literally. I fell to the floor
and starting crying right then and there. And I swear to this day, Klimt walked right out of that painting and kissed me. Ah it was The Kiss of a lifetime (or many lifetimes). And I was instantly and completely the woman in that painting- so loved, so shimmering, so gorgeous, so inseparable from him because in that moment I simultaneously disappeared and was everywhere at the same time. There was simply no place where he ended and I began. No place where impossible existed. No place were hurt or wrong or bad meant anything because they no longer held any meaning. I think it was the first time I saw myself, as God would have me see myself…
Anyway that was twenty years ago and I still look up at the pair of them more often than not hoping to feel that way again. And even though it has never been the same since I saw it the first time, I keep hoping and I keep waiting because one time I know it will.
Because love is just too big to explain and too precious not to hold onto and out for. You can’t understand it. You can’t see it. You can only feel it (and maybe almost taste it like this peppermint creamer). You know it when you know it. And even more so you know its absence.
Try, please for God’s sake, to describe it for me. You can get close. You can come one degree of separation from it. You can talk about hormones and pheromones, but that’s not worthy. Screw that… it’s a feeling. And feelings aren’t supposed to be understood by the cognitive mind, they are meant to be experienced by the heart: an organ far wiser than our little analytical brains.
Rumi once said, “Close your eyes. Fall in love. Stay there.” EE Cummings said, “Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear: the strength so strong mere force is feebleness; the truth more first than sun, more last than star.” Victor Hugo said, “Life is a flower of which love is the honey.” Thoreau said, “There is no remedy for love but to love more.”
So what do I say? I say love is the very nature of what matters in life. It is the juice that makes up the center of joy. It is why we get up and why we lay down. It is why we tremble and why we shake. Why we write. Why we sing. Why we dance. Why we create and why we destroy. It is everything.
So how do you find it and how do you keep it, I ask myself?
My heart steps in and slaps my brain so she can finally get a freaking word in.
My heart goes, “Lub, dub, lub dub, silly Nicky don’t think you can find or keep love. You can only become it and then it becomes you. Then you shall really have it and cannot lose it unless you lose yourself.”
My chatterbox mind, for once, goes silent because that sounds interesting.
My heart goes on, “Just like that golden pair of lovers in The Kiss. He has become her and she has become him in their shimmering glory of golden passion. No conditions. No exclusions. No omissions. No withholding. Only pure intimate connection that is beyond description. Duh. How many times do I have to show you?”
And now I’m laughing because it’s funny to observe my heart and mind chatting it up like this.
But have you ever experienced that? I have. Lucky me. If you have then you too are one lucky soul and you should stop reading now because you, much like Tina, already know what my heart is so busy yapping about.
So lesson over… James is telling me to get some rest as he keeps singing me this song. “I’m almost done, I swear it,” I say. “Hold on. I have to answer the question.”
So… “What’s Love Got To Do With It?”
Everything and nothing.
Why? How? What?
Because it’s never really about the love, not the love outside of you anyway. It is the love inside you that draws the love unto you, not the other way around.
Dang, my heart is clapping. Can you hear her? I think she just cracked further.
I wonder why it took me 20 years to figure that out after seeing that painting that glorious day at the mall.
Oh well, at least there’s hope for me now. Hope I’ll find another Kiss not hanging on a wall, but living and breathing inside me as me as I offer up the best of me. And in return, no doubt, the best outside me has no freaking choice but to come straight to me. Hmmm? What a lovely thought. I hope he has a strong broad chest.
So this Valentines’ Day if you are looking for love…might my prophetic heart suggest you set that silly old outdated brain-driven plan down and become love instead of searching for it. It is inside you. It always has been.
Your heart will thank you. Your heart has been trying to tell you for so long.
Much love and love much. James and I need to dance while he pulls me closer to his chest and sings “Say You Won’t Let Go” one more time. What a wonderful song. What a wonderful life. What a wonderful love.
Happy Valentine’s Day,
-A Nicky Hjort
2016 was a tough year.
A new president was elected in a hotly contested race - an election that divided our country like no other and I pray our country can recover. We lost some great musicians and actors this year. Prince, Glenn Fry, Abe Vigoda just to name a few.
Carrie Fisher’s death hit me the hardest. She was the princess we all wanted to be back in the 70’s. Tough and smart, she led the Rebellion and didn’t put up with Han Solo’s shit. And even closer to home, I said goodbye to a dear friend. That hurt the most.
But it wasn’t all bad. My first three books were re-released by Lavish Publishing and I released two new stories, Loving Jessie’s Girl; Love On The Double Book 1 and Last Chance Christmas. Haven’t hit any bestseller lists yet, but I’m always hopeful. I was privileged enough to be able to attend some author events; there, I met some fabulous readers and made some new author friends.
2017 promises to be an exciting year. Lavish Publishing will grow, the evolution of the publishing industry will continue, and hopefully, we will all sell more books. Personally, I hope to get four books out in 2017, the first being the third book in my Fairfield Corners series. This book turned out to be harder to write than I anticipated. I also plan to write and release the second Love On The Double book, write a story for the Lavish summer boxed set, and write the first book in a new series, Ground Zero – Rock Star Love Stories.
A new year gives us all a chance to “start-over”. I have a lot of hopes and dreams for 2017 and I am going to work hard to see them come to fruition. Maybe a bestseller list, a Bookbub ad, or even just making a monthly royalty goal. It’s a new year and a new chance to make a dream come true.
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What an amazing year! 2016 flew by with the typical ups and downs, but I will always be left breathless when I think of the highs along the way.
I was excited to make it to so many signing events and traveled extensively this past year. I started off in February, with the Love and Fifty Event, where I spent a few days with a very dear author friend, Aubree Lane, and with my cohort, L.A. Remenicky (not that she isn’t also dear, because I love them both!). Aubree was the best host I can imagine, and we had a splendid time. I can’t believe almost a year has passed.
Then, I spent three weeks in the summer bashing around New England with my youngest son. We had a wonderful time creating memories I hope he will cherish for all his life; I know that I will for the rest of mine. Not to mention visiting with good friends who live half a country away; I hope we can do it again some time!
I hit Tahoe in August for another event, which was also an astonishing visit with Aubree, her husband, and a group of ladies I feel deeply connected to. Those are the times that make my life whole.
I followed Tahoe up with 3 days in San Francisco touring the area; seeing the redwood forests was an incredible experience, and I was so thankful my sister could join me for the trip. As we get older, I realize more and more how dear she is to me, and I will never stop hoping she will one day move back home to West Texas, where she belongs!
I ended the year with a brief visit Charlotte in October, and good things do come in small packages. I made the trip alone, but in the end I had a great time, met some new friends and fans, and would like to thank all of them; I can’t wait to see you again!
Finally, looking ahead to 2017, my adventures aren’t over yet. In May, I will be hooking up with L.A. again for a trip to Chicago – and yes that is why you have the Tori pic at the top of my post. I have wanted to go there ever since I wrote the first A New Life book, Captive; it was at the TOP of my places to visit list. I know that it will be an awesome chance to see the city and get back into her world for another round of stories I hope to release in the near future.
But that isn’t all, my friends. I am taking my oldest son with me to Newcastle for the Dedicated Ink Event in June (and yes, that’s in England). I absolutely can’t wait, and having him along will make it all the more precious to me. London, Paris, and who knows what all we will see and do while we are there.
I honestly am astounded by the turn my life has taken since I first timidly typed my first novel and pitched it to the masses. I have been honored and blessed over the time I have spent as an author, and getting to travel is only one of the many perks I have found along the way.
Thank you all for your love and support; having such fabulous fans makes the experience all the more rich, and I hope that we continue to meet, grow, and enjoy this adventure for many years to come.
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I am pretty sure that just ten itty-bitty seconds ago I was eighteen and flittering about in my cheerleader’s uniform still trying to figure out who I was and what life meant. All the while I practiced a sexy Vogue pose or two with Madonna to prove I was Like No-Virgin she had ever met (Was I? probably not) and two-stepped alongside Garth, my man and all those friends I loved so much In Low Places. Reba called out to my broken heart in the middle of the night while the Eagles reminded me to finally (for God’s sake) let someone love the real me trapped in this Desperado heart of mine. Of course, being the pain in the ass I was, I decided not to…and did a few drum solos with Phil Collins instead while I wondered what exactly what was In the Air Tonight, anyway?!
Blink…it was ten years ago and I walked across my medical school stage with a sexy dress on underneath my gown (that no one knew about but my BFFs) while I prayed Rob Thomas just might actually teach me something new about being Smooth. Of course he didn’t, couldn’t be bothered because he was way too busy on tour with Santana to stop for long in Dallas… and so George Michaels sang me Careless Whispers while I didn’t sleep at night, on-call, and daydreamed of one of my dreamiest classmates instead. (Man, that one broke my heart and I still smile thinking about that Dr. Dreamy, of course.)
Blink…it was five years ago and I was the one singing about purple dinosaur families that are so happy…and love you while you love me…and All the Pretty Little Horses. Darn my gorgeous Rock-A-Bye Babies slept sometimes so soundly, yet sometimes not so soundly in their cribs. And I tried way too hard to figure out how I would buy them a Mockingbird or better yet, diamond rings that eventually just turned to brass anyway.
Blink…my babies were no longer babies.
Blink…I was forty. Holy heck a hunka- forty!
Blink…it’s 2017 and I am sitting here typing this and pondering what will set this, of all years, apart from so many before it that flew by in such a blink of an eye while I danced to this song or that?
Thankfully, like always, Lionel Richie (my Endless Love) and so many other prophetic songs come to rescue me: Adele sings to me about how I’m On My Mind while I sit here wondering why it has taken me so long to accept that this is going to be my best year yet! I hope the same for you.
So here my doubts go, baby. This is what 2017 means for me: It means forgiveness. Screw forgiveness, it means thankfulness and celebration through “properly blaming” those who made me a better, stronger person while they helped me (even though I used to see it as hurting me).
It means that I will open my heart to all the love trying to get in because for heaven’s sake I’ll kiss my desperado ways good-bye for good. Kiss. Kiss.
And I’ll choose to be my best self every day (and hopefully encourage others to do the same) because I’ll see things the way God would have me see them.
When I fail – I’ll fail fast, hard, and always forward, damn it.
I’ll learn quickly and maybe even take a whole new road like Dyer.
I’ll Love fiercely, freely and unconditionally… especially myself.
I’ll fess up about all the lies I have been telling myself for so long when I look in the mirror. Finally…I’ll speak the truth to that little child trapped inside me. The one I wounded so long ago. I’ll say to her, “Come out… it’s ok. It’s time. Finally.”
And she’ll probably laugh nervously, but eventually believe me when I tell her enough times that, “I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.”
And we will play like we should have all those stupid forgettable years that flew by before this one.
And something tells me that even if this year also goes by in the blink of an eye, I’ll be better for it and my vision so much clearer because of it.
Because this year my only goal, my every goal is to be real, authentic, and truly free of the bullshit mask I held so close to my face. That’s why.
… And when a little girl, all grown up, talks like that, it’s not her mouth speaking–it’s her heart. “Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub.” Can you hear it?
And you know twenty years later, Madonna was right… I am crazy for you. Maybe it’s time, you be crazy for you too darling. Let’s try it together then. Come with me…into 2017–our eyes open, our hearts beating, our faces totally mask-free, and our wishes granted because we finally allow them to come true. Finally.
Much love. I surrender. Can you?
–From a newer and much better A. Nicky Hjort–circa 2017!
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It seems as though 2016 was, for a great many people, a year best left forgotten. However, for me, 2016, my 31st year on the planet Earth, was one of the most professionally fulfilling years of my life.
When faced with overwhelming despair, as gracing the overdone cable news graphics on a daily basis, it’s best to turn your mind’s eye inward, and try to look at the year in terms of things that affected you. How did that which you have control over affect your life in 2016? We cannot affect the outcome of international conflicts, or mass tragedy, but we can control how we view the world, what we do to make a mark upon our own stories, and how we choose to remember the effect certain people and events have on us.
For me, 2016 was the year I’ve waited my entire life for. I accomplished the dream formed in the mind of a bullied young man, stealing away time to read Encyclopedia Brown and Stuart Little while he hid from his tormentors at recess. Becoming an author was all I have ever seen for myself, and while many times I came close to giving up, my story and my hopes lived strong within my heart. 2016 was also the year I encountered Lavish Publishing, and was given the opportunity of a lifetime, to join this incredible team off talented authors.
Some may find such self reflection to be selfish in the wake of the many tragedies that occurred this year. But to that point, I have to reflect upon the importance of positivity. It does not do to dwell on the things we cannot change. I choose to see the good that 2016 brought into my life. I choose to look forward to 2017 with optimism. And I hope that all of you can as well.
2017 is a blank slate, filled with mystery and 365 opportunities for greatness. So, to that end, I say to everyone, make 2017 work for you. If you have a dream, you owe it to yourself to chase it. We only get one go around in this world. On your death bed, you don’t want to look back at your life and regret the fact that you did not pursue certain opportunities. If there’s something you’re passionate about, whether it’s writing a book, starting a podcast, or singing on stage, chase it! (Unless your dream is something horrifying like hunting human beings. Then by all means, don’t pursue those urges!)
For me 2017 is going to be HUGE! Rosinanti released at the end of 2016, and the follow up Novella, Rosinanti: The Decimation of Casid is releasing on 1/17/17. After that, Books two through six are all scheduled to release this year! I hope you’ll all join me on my journey, while you continue to pursue yours! I can’t wait to support you all as you’ve supported me!
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I find that life is filled with stories just waiting to be told. I’d love to say I find them, but the truth is that they usually find me. My first release with Lavish a high-fantasy thriller novella in our Winter Lites collection, but that is not how Lavish came to know me. They came to know me through my soon-to-release Sci Fi series: The City.
…. For fun, I’d like to share the inspiration behind this one of all my possible stories.
It was a fun summer morning in 2011. The pool glistened in the glorious light of a full on eye-blinding ray of sun while my daughter came round my side. She was three at the time, that glorious babe, and stood there examining her bowling alley tattoos from the night before. She looked up at, squinting from the powerful solar rays and laughed. She said, “Mommy. Mommy, can you imagine an entire world built on tattoos. Tattoos everywhere. Tattoos everywhere, Mommy. Like me.” She laughed once more and added, “Like you Mommy.”
And The City was born much like our powerful sun, I imagine.
I stayed up all night that night describing in my notes a world with an ecomony, so dark and so terrible, that its resources could only be administered via a drug-laced version of Ink to the gladiator-like warriors who lived and died there. Then I envisioned what she would look like, my glorious vision of a child, if she was the savior of that very same world. I gave the altered future-version of my daughter all my best qualities and a few of my worst. And thus Isla-Jane-53 came to life before my very eyes. If you conjure up a more curious, more intense, more inspirational version of Katniss Everdeen, voila-you have a pretty good idea of what Isla-Jane-53 is like and just how much she might move you.
That Isla…. She will take you to your knees. She will lift you to the heavens. She would probably drop you off a cliff just to see if you could survive so she could figure out why. She is a powerful gladiator. She is the chief of her clan. She is Isla- a Harvest of the original Jane in my novel. She is my daughter. She is me (both my best and worst halves). She is you. She is everyone.
… Find her here with Lavish and read her story because hers is also yours.
And I hope you will find me and the rest of my stories too, at Lavish and on my website www.ANickyHjortBooks.com
Thank you for the opportunity to amuse you.
With my highest regards,
Devyn Mitchell has a choice… listen to the voice of her unborn baby – or die- again.
After a near death experience, Doctor Devyn Mitchell finds herself not only mysteriously pregnant but able to communicate with her fetus.
She has two choices: give in to total madness or surrender to her new reality, which just may be the only way she and her family will survive the obsessions of the Homeless Hunter’s mind.
A true paranormal romantic thriller, A Sinister Bouquet: Awakening, the first of the Sinister Series, will take you right to the edge of what you know to be possible and then drop you in a place so dark, so terrifying, that the only passageway out is through the blinding light of awakening.
Open your eyes.
We’ve missed you so.
(MA18+ for graphic sexual and violent content)
In the center of a magical world there grows a beautiful and terrible chasm of climbing plants. On one side of the Ivy Wall we find the hell-of-Tyndra, on the other, the heaven-of-Ardnyt. But legend has it that in the middle…lives a preternatural beast that imprisons and tortures the children from both sides.
When the war against time begins, Azza will have to cross over the Ivy Wall, something that has never been done before by a living being. But if she does make it through, she just might discover who she really is and how she became trapped in this alternate reality.
A fairytale at heart, this is the first chapter in the epic saga of the youngest and most fickle of the four Norn Sisters. The same feisty immortal creature who must escape her inherent inner darkness to learn the meaning of love.
A veritable palindrome from start to finish, the narrative of Where Tyndra Turns to Ardnyt journeys through duality to discover what shocking truths emerge when up becomes down, life becomes death, suffering becomes release, and the most unexpected endings become the most surprising beginnings.
Welcome to a place where forwards and backwards are exactly the same direction. Here Where Tyndra Turns to Ardnyt.
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From a very early age, the creative worlds found within the pages of literature have spoken to the deepest depths of my imagination. Creativity is my passion, and I’ve spent 31 years seeking it. To have the opportunity afforded to me by Lavish Publishing to share my creative spark with you all is an honor that transcends words. It is the realization of a 16-year dream.
Rosinanti sparked into my mind at the age of 15. For Christmas that year, a good friend gave me a spiral leather bound notebook with the words “ROSINANTI BY KEVIN KESSLER” written in calligraphy on the first page. From that moment I was off to the races. Clichéd as it may sound, the Rosinanti Series is my baby, and the characters found within are my family.
I want to thank Lavish Publishing for giving me the opportunity of a lifetime, to stand beside some truly amazing wonderful and talented authors and join this truly amazing team. It is my sincerest hope that The Rosinanti Series will capture the imagination of the Lavish audience, and you will all come to love these characters as I have for over half my life.
Kevin J. Kessler is a New Jersey native who now lives in Orlando Florida. Since the age of three he has dreamed of pursuing a career in literature, and has been writing fiction since the day he learned to hold a pencil. He is passionate about the genres of fantasy, action/adventure, and science fiction.
Kevin owns the White Dragon Podcast Network, which puts out weekly podcasts on a variety of topics ranging from Walt Disney World, to movies, television, comic books, video games and more. A lifelong geek, he can often be found at the many theme parks and local attractions in Orlando. He developed the story for the Rosinanti Series as a sophomore in High School, 16 years before the book’s release.
Desiree L. Scott has been writing since she was sixteen years old. There have been many influences within her life that has set her on the path that she cannot help but walk. A few of those influences consist of Karen Rose, Lisa Gardener, Nora Roberts, Cynthia Eden, Catherine Anderson, Laura Griffin, Andrea Kane, and Lisa Jackson, just to name a few. This list by no means defines my own writing but they have indeed influenced her desire to live outside of her own world and to create the thrill of her dreams.
Desiree lives on 40 + acres in the SHOW ME state with her ten-year old daughter, with the wonderful addition of four dogs. The weather is unpredictable, but the surrounding beauty of the country helps her creativity as she sits on her top deck with her laptop and coffee close by. There is one incident that will always remain with her that really affected her determination on writing and she would love to share it with her readers......
When I was eighteen years old, I had written ten VERY well-known authors, a few being Julie Garwood and Nora Roberts, just to name a few. Now keep in mind, I wrote a very long letter, asking for advice on writing and so forth. My letter was more gushing than anything else but still, ONE author wrote me back! By hand no less.
Her name was Andrea Kane, a suspense writer who crafts the most amazing stories and plots. But because of that one small act of kindness, she not only has my respect as an author but as a wonderful person who took the time to let me know about a few organizations and to wish me luck in my goals and ambitions through life. It meant the world to an eighteen year old girl and still does, as I have gotten older and continued my dream.
I hope that I make one small impact in the world at large and to readers, even if it's small. I have so many reasons to be blessed in life and hope that I never take those for granted. The support has been amazing and for that, I will never forget where I have come from, the struggles I have endured, and the blessings that I have been gifted with. Thank you all so very much!!
Desiree L. Scott has been writing since she was sixteen years old. There have been many influences within her life that has set her on the path that she cannot help but walk. She lives on 40 + acres in the SHOW ME state with her ten-year old daughter and four dogs. The weather is unpredictable, but the surrounding beauty of the country helps her creativity as she sits on her deck with her laptop and coffee close by.
The Crescent Ice Pack, wolves by nature, are connected by blood, passion and survival. A target for something dark and sinister, deadlier than they had ever imagined, the group stands against a major fighting ring, stalking their territory and searching for clues to the top of the elusive chain. Their lives on the line, they must find and conquer one of their own kind before it’s too late; before their last pup is captured and disappears forever. Coming this fall, do not miss the release of Travis and Vanessa’s story with book 1 - The Crescent Vendetta. Each segment is written in standalone format, with exciting installments to follow!
Kevin J. Kessler lives in Orlando Florida, where he owns the White Dragon Podcast Network. A lifelong geek, he can often be found at the many theme parks and local attractions in Orlando. He developed the story for Rosinanti as a sophomore in high school, sixteen years before the book’s release.
In this action/adventure fantasy, the Rosinanti Dragons are no more! Since their extinction nearly one thousand years ago, these primal powerhouses have fallen into the obscurity of history’s forgotten lore. Humans have come to dominate the magical steam punk world of Terra, peacefully ignorant to one horrifying truth: ancient evil stirs around them, waiting to reclaim its lost world. Life-long friends, Princess Seraphina and Valentean Burai, must face down the resurgence of the Rosinanti legacy together, and combat the greatest threat their world has ever known. An amazing fantasy action thriller, look for book 1 of this amazing six-part series, coming this fall!
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A. Nicky Hjort is originally from the greater Dallas-Fort Worth area of Texas. She writes stories that cross multiple genre lines, from paranormal romance to Sci-Fi thrillers and back again. And in some subtle way, all of her manuscripts are connected, with their purpose to explore all facets of love and what it has to teach us. Her journey into writing began with her clinical background as a medical doctor when she wrote her first fictional short story about medicine. She hasn’t stopped writing since.
A futuristic Sci-fi at its best! Kidnapped and genetically altered, Isla-Jane-53 lives in a world where Ink enhanced with bacteria is used for tattooing warriors in a living video game. One of the inhabitants of The City, she is forced to her battle her fellow man, natural disasters, and vicious creatures, all for the pleasure of hidden viewers she has no idea exist. A fantastic trilogy, The City Series will thrill and excite in ways you cannot imagine. Look for book 1 – The Jane harvest, this fall!
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The most wonderful thing happened when Richard Carter-Squire came into the world. A family of loving, funny, and eccentric characters welcomed him. There was a great-grandmother and several extended cousins who took advantage of their nearness to the American border to smuggle whiskey during Prohibition.
On the other hand was a family of vicars, which thankfully ended with my grandfather. They all had a sense of humor and it passed down the tree to me. Dry, sometimes sarcastic, I like to tell a good story or have a laugh, but not at someone else’s expense.
I grew up in small town Canada near the geographical center of North America. It certainly is the center of southern Canada. Going to school was always a challenge. I wanted to be outside playing cops and robbers or inside reading about more exciting places. We had an ancient single volume encyclopedia. Yeah, there wasn’t much information in the world in those days. It had great pictures though, and I would sit for hours reading about everything.
I dropped out of school and went to work. Painting houses, selling life insurance, and later I sold computers, and inspected homes for resale. All of those trades required more reading than writing, so I was happy.
Yes, reading was a passion and still is, but writing wasn’t. Most of you will agree that subjects and predicates are confusing. The proper placement of a comma, now that can cause riots. That was until thirty years ago. I read an absolutely dreadful book and decided that if the reading public, including me, was willing to pay someone to write junk then I could too. Well, I didn’t intend to write junk.
My wife and sons thought I might be crazy. I was studying for a Business diploma at the time. How hard can it be, I asked. Think of a situation and start writing, right. My favorite author then and now is Stephen King; some of you might know him. So I chose horror. The book took four months to write and I didn’t consider editing. After several rejections, I put it in a drawer for twenty years. Six years ago, I got bitten by many of those writing bugs.
I researched and wrote a novel about Jack the Ripper from his perspective and took out that dusty manuscript and edited and released a much better version. I suspect all authors have a few unfinished manuscripts in their desks, so do I, but my latest novel, An Altered Course is being released in June. Thanks to the great team at Lavish Publishing, this could be a smash hit.
The most important thing I’ve learned from all of this is that learning to use proper grammar is helpful to telling a good story. I’m still learning. All those wasted years in school hating English class. Oh well, I believe we’re never too old to learn. I try to put my experiences into each book I write. I’m not a romantic, I’m a realist. Maybe it has to do with my parents, I don’t know. The stories I tell are about people and how I think they’d react in those situations; that’s all I can do. I’m not going to change your opinion, but I hope you can relate to the characters and enjoy the tale.
R.A.’s first book with us, An Altered Course will release on June 14th, 2016, and he will be featured in the Lavish Fall / Winter Anthology.
Recently, we had a chat about things we do to ‘save’ time, or use it more wisely. Here is a little snippet of ideas for being more efficient…
Samantha Jacobey - My first and foremost time saver is list making.... I keep a couple going, one for TODAY, one for COMING UP, and one for things I WOULD LIKE TO DO, among others... do you keep any lists?
L.A. Remenicky – Absolutely. I usually have a running list of things to do that I might forget. I add to it as I think of things. Today I have 3 places to check for promo.
Samantha Jacobey - Oh, promo - that can be a great place to save time. We often take so much on our plate that COULD be done by someone else. I love to have a post that others can share for me. That way, I only post once and a few other people pick up and post in other places. Huge time saver when you work as a team.
L.A. Remenicky - That is also on my list - set up some promo posts for sharing 😊
Samantha Jacobey - So, what's something you do that helps manage or save time for yourself?
L.A. Remenicky - My biggest time saver is having a schedule. For example, from 6 - 7 is for emails and social media, 7 - 9 is for writing/editing. Some nights I have to adjust times depending on what needs to be done, but working full time means that my evenings need structure so I can fit it all in.
Samantha Jacobey - Oh, that is so true. I have my schedule taped to my computer, which I need to alter now that I am back in a classroom until the end of the year. I even set alarms on my phone that give me transition notifications so that I didn't get lost in an activity and not move on to the next one when the time comes.
L.A. Remenicky - Yes, alarms are a great way to stay on schedule, especially the ones for tasks that have to happen at a certain time; if you forget, the opportunity is gone.
Samantha Jacobey - I know, and with the new technology, such as smart phones, they are easy to set, activate, deactivate, and move whenever the need arises... even just a quick timer can make all the difference.
L.A. Remenicky – I like that, too. I wish there could be two of me, sometimes, LOL.
Samantha Jacobey – right. But short of cloning, I've found another way to save time is to just say NO! No to things that are not a priority, as well as things that are time sinks, such as surfing my news feed when I should be on task. Simply closing Facebook or turning of notifications so that I don’t have those little pop-ups to distract me has helped.
L.A. Remenicky - Ain't that the truth.
Samantha Jacobey and L.A. Remenicky work actively as authors, hold full time jobs, and are a large part of the Lavish Publishing Team. Thank you both for your time and dedication.
By Samantha Jacobey
Recently, I drove to San Antonio to take part in the Deep in the Heart book bash. I had a great time, but something happened to me while I was driving...
I had to stop and pick up a voice-recorder at the Best Buy in Abilene; I was obsessed with having it and didn’t care if it made me late to pick up my sister in Dallas. I would have burst if I had not stopped and made the purchase so I could record my thoughts as they happened.
When I’m driving, it clears my brain and allows it to visit places that only seem to be accessible while I am doing so. As soon as I stop or get where I am going, I have to pull out my journal and write those thoughts down. Otherwise, they seem to become locked back into their little box. That means that I can’t recall what any of it was about again until I am behind the wheel once more.
For example, between Midland and Abilene, there are hundreds of giant wind turbines and wide open fields where various crops are grown. Those of you who have not seen west Texas should make the trip some time, because it’s flat. So flat, the old joke about being able to watch your dog run away for two weeks is almost true. Those hills you see off in the distance, taunting you as if you could reach out and touch them, are literally a hundred miles away, if not more, and it’s a sight everyone should behold as surely as everyone should see the Grand Canyon at some point in their lives. But I digress…
Windmills and Fields…. These give me a duality of thought. In the Irrevocable Series, there were huge windmills such as these, which were used to generate the electricity that the people at The Ranch needed for everything that required power. And those big empty fields, where they were tilling it up and getting ready to plant this year’s crops; well, they break my heart.
In a way, it’s disheartening to see them cluttering the landscape with planted fields and giant machines. But on the other hand, it gives me hope to see us as a society being smarter about our resources. Using the things that we have better. After reflecting on these things, I am truly glad that I wrote the IRS as I did, and wouldn’t change a thing about it. It speaks to me, and hopefully will speak to all those who wander through its pages.
After I picked up my little recording device, my thoughts turned to one of my other stories and more personal matters, and I did a bit of reflecting on being a mother. I have four sons, and they have all influenced my characters to some degree. However, I love writing the Summer Spirit Novellas the most, mainly because it’s different for me.
The SSNs are not religious, but are magical, and I didn’t realize how incredible magic could be to write. Creating this other world where things are right next to us, but we can’t see or know that they are there and are influencing us, is so much fun. Couple that with taking different elements and things from over the years and pulling them into this one story, and it is irresistible.
Not to mention that the Summer Angels is an idea that my youngest son inspired, which really takes me off on a tangent. He is so creative and so imaginative; so much like me in so many ways, that I find myself struggling. I spent my entire childhood (and adulthood?) dreaming up stories, and yet I find myself telling my little one to STOP making things up. But didn’t I do that? Don’t I do that to this very day?
Part of me wants to be the good parent; part of me wants to mold him and teach him to have his feet on the ground like my dad wanted to do for us. But then part of me wants to let him run free, and use that imagination and dream about things and be creative. If he wants to be, I really need to let go and let him do those things, not hold him back and tell him his vision is wrong just because it doesn’t match the world as we know it.
I guess in a way, that is really why I like writing these little novellas. When I’m telling that story, I’m talking to him, and letting go of being mom for a while; I’m allowing him to be himself and go where ever his mind will roam.
I think having imagination is such a wonderful thing. I have had people tell me they don’t dream about things, and that also makes me a little sad. I have seen some trends in our schools, looking to put more of the creative arts back into the curriculum. I for one hope to see that happen; we need dreamers, and we need to encourage those who have the gift to visit and create other worlds to do so. Otherwise, our planet becomes barren, like those big empty fields; sitting and waiting for the seed to be planted.
By L.A. Remenicky
This time of year there are a plethora of blog posts about the best books of the year. Personally, I don’t know how someone can pick a “best book”.
Favorites, yes, but best? How do you judge a book to be the best? Sales numbers, critical acclaim, number of five-star reviews? With so many criteria to choose from it is a truly daunting task.
I could be bitter and cry about not getting on a “best of” list but what’s the point? As long as readers enjoy my books I’m happy. Do I hope to someday be on a list? Of course I do, who wouldn’t want that validation?
Don’t get me wrong, I have favorite books just like I have favorite authors. I don’t even think there are bad books – just differing opinions. Look at the 50 Shades books for example – a lot of readers think they are great while others think they’re bad. I couldn’t read them, I tried but the characters did not catch my interest at all. No matter how you feel about the books (and the resulting movie) they did do one thing – all the hoopla had people reading who hadn’t picked up a book in years. To an author that is the point: to get people reading books. It’s that simple. Yes, we hope they read our books and if they’re reading there’s always a chance.
So, I will continue to write out the stories in my head in hopes the right someone will read them and tell all their friends and sales will be off the charts. Well, an author can dream so why not dream big?
Keep reading and we’ll keep writing!