Sunday, 30 November 2014


You can now get all four Amazon best-selling novellas in the 
Seasons of Change series, 
plus two exclusive short stories, in one box set.

Title: Seasons Of Change Box Set
Series: Seasons Of Change
Author: Mia Hoddell
Release Date: 27th November 2014

BLURB supplied by the author
These feel-good contemporary romances follow the seasons as characters change for the better, find themselves, and overcome fears.

All of the novellas are standalone reads, but can be enjoyed as a series because characters overlap. This box set includes:

Summer Demons: Jenna Shaw jumped on a plane and flew to Portugal to try and forget her past. However, forced to deal with her memories due to an ill-timed joke, Jenna’s holiday is derailed by the charismatic Ethan Brooks. She sees him as an annoyance; he sees her as a challenge. And when all of his usual tricks only serve to push her away, Ethan has to work harder than ever if he wants to win over and help his mysterious girl.

Winter Angel: When Amy’s suggestion of a beach holiday is overruled in favour of skiing she couldn’t have predicted it might make her break the one, and only, rule she has: not to commit to a serious relationship again. The minute she sees Luke, she knows something’s wrong, and her desire to fix people means she wants to be the one to help him. However, she didn’t go on holiday to fall for someone, and whether or not she can move past her insecurities will depend on whether Luke can face his biggest fear.

Autumn Ghosts: Only one person knows what truly lies in Ellie Jeffords’ heart, and that’s herself. Hating the course she is studying, Ellie is failing and when a friend’s cousin, Justin, offers to tutor her, she jumps at the chance. However, as the pressure of exams starts to break Ellie, Justin wants her to confide in him. The only problem is that he can’t persuade her to talk without revealing his own dark secret, and forcing Ellie to choose between her parents’ dreams and her own will cost her something she loves.

Spring Knight: Kayleigh Barrow is most comfortable on stage where she can pretend she’s someone else, but when auditions for the latest production are opened up to the entire university, the lines between fantasy and reality start to blur. Thrown together with renowned player, Aiden Hanson, she can’t longer hide her feelings for him. However, he’s never had a serious relationship and Kayleigh refuses to be another conquest. When her acting starts to become real and she can no longer hide behind her character, Kayleigh must decide whether Aiden’s worth the risk, or if he will end up breaking her heart.

Plus 2 exclusive short stories: 
Summer Revenge:
 Jenna promised she’d get Ethan back for his prank, and it’s time to cash in. Read about what happened after the couple left Portugal. 
Season of Love: There’s beach fun, flirting, and mischief as all of the Seasons of Change couples take part in a beach competition. 



Spring Knight 

Black. It was the only colour she could see as she stood on top of the platform. Her vision had tunnelled with the waves of vertigo that hit her body, allowing only the dark colour into her eye line. With the strength of a gale force wind, it pounded on her chest, causing her to stumble back as its icy hold sent a shiver along her spine. The break from seeing the ground wasn’t enough, though. She couldn’t go far enough to feel safe. If she moved more than one step in any direction she would fall.
She felt dizzy ... lightheaded.
It was the worst possible time to find out she was scared of heights, but maybe it was the thought of jumping rather than the actual distance. Not only did she feel faint, but also sick. Kayleigh didn’t even know how those two actions could combine, but she let out a nervous giggle and hoped another type of blackness would capture her mind before she made a complete fool of herself. It probably made her sound insane, but she couldn’t stop the sound.
No longer could she find the answer to why she was on a platform, willing herself to fall. It had seemed logical and easy on the climb up, but now she suddenly felt as if she was standing on top of a building, rather than a few metres in the air. Her heart was pounding in her chest; the rhythm frantic as she urged herself to peer over the edge once more. Palms slick with sweat, her fingers slipping over each other, she twitched nervously as she strained her neck to catch a glimpse of the floor.
“I can do this. Just lean back and it will all be over,” she muttered to herself, only adding to the crazy image she had going on.
People were shuffling anxiously on the ground, unsettled by her actions. “Block them out, Kayleigh. You can do this,” she chanted ritually under her breath before she inhaled sharply. Slowly counting, she exhaled with a deep sigh when she reached twenty. Her whole body relaxed with the action and Kayleigh closed her eyes, trying to find a sense of peace and stillness. Unfortunately, all it did was make her knees weaker. Reopening her eyes, Kayleigh kept her head up and her chin parallel with the floor. If she didn’t look down, what she was about to do couldn’t scare her … at least that’s what she told herself.
Block it out. Everything. Focus on your breathing. It’ll be over in seconds.
Taking one last deep breath, her gaze hardened and she picked a spot across the room to focus on. She shuffled to the edge, her bare toes skimming the lip of the platform.
She was just about to turn around when something interrupted her focus. A door slammed hard, and into the room walked the last person she expected to see. His cool, blue eyes found hers instantly, holding multiple questions as to why she was doing what she was. Yet Kayleigh didn’t stop to think any further. The last thing she needed was to appear weak in front of him, and she’d only just calmed herself down.
Turning, Kayleigh edged back so that only her toes were balanced on the edge, her heels hanging off. She felt like a diver, but with worse balance since her legs had started to shake.
She couldn’t hold the position long.
“Ready!” she shouted, loud enough to silence the room. Normally she hated being the centre of attention, and wanted to shrink into the darkest corner possible. However, today she would kill anyone who wasn’t focused on her. Today she needed all eyes to be on her or everything was going to end badly.
She heard counting below. “Three ... Two ... One ...” As they reached the final number Kayleigh pushed all thoughts from her mind and leaned back, her arms crossed over her chest tightly.
Displacing her weight, her body fell.


Autumn Ghosts

Ellie’s plan to wallow in self-pity alone didn’t last as long as she’d wished for. She had gotten through two beers and was halfway through a third when Aiden marched over to her.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough, Elles?” he asked, looking pointedly at her bottle, which caused her to let out an exaggerated breath. The flirting from Aiden was annoying, but it irritated her more when he took on a brotherly role in Luke’s absence.
“I’m fine,” she huffed. “You’ve probably had more than me anyway.”
“But I can handle it better.” She could hear the smile in his words, but she refused to look up at him. Her hair had fallen forward, creating a physical wall between them, and she was thankful that it obscured her face from view.
“What’s up, Elles? You’re not yourself.”
“I’m fine, why do people keep asking me that?”
Aiden reached forward, pulling her hair back and tucking it behind her ear. It gained him a glare, but he was persistent. “Come on, Elles. It’s obvious you’re not. I’ve known you over twenty years.”
Ellie sighed, not wanting to reveal anything, especially to Aiden. “I’m fine.”
“Then why are you over here by yourself?”
“She’s not by herself. We’re here,” Jess called, and the tightness in Ellie’s chest eased at her friend’s rescue. “You are being no fun, though.”
Ellie wanted to head-butt the bar as she groaned. Instead, she downed the rest of her beer and turned to signal the bartender.
“No, she’s good. She’s had enough,” Aiden stated, interrupting before she could place her order.
“Seriously? You’re cutting me off? I’ve only had three.”
“That’s enough. I’m not getting my ass kicked by Luke because you came home drunk and miserable.”
“I’m not drunk,” Ellie protested, not bothering to deny his other accusation.
“Prove it then,” Aiden challenged, a sly smile and silent laugh shining in his eyes.
“How?” Ellie couldn’t help but be drawn in. She never backed down from a bet.
“Beat me in a game of pool.”
“You don’t think I can?”
“No, I know you can normally. You’re one of the few people who are better than me. But … I don’t think you will today.”
Ellie’s face hardened in concentration, studying the table. “You’re on, but if I win I get all of your winnings from tonight.”
“That’s my girl. If I win, you go home.”
“I’m not your girl,” Ellie stated, her voice devoid of all emotion as she took the cue he offered and walked past him.


Summer Demons

She saw red. Seeping into the crystal clear water it spread, bleeding and merging as the ripples around her pushed it closer towards her feet. The deep crimson only grew darker as it surrounded her.
She could feel her breathing quicken, coming in short, sharp rasps as she started to panic. Her chest constricted, an unbearable pressure tightening like a boa constrictor refusing to release her from its clutches. Her throat felt dry, her increased breathing doing nothing to help the situation as she forced herself to swallow in the hope of dislodging the lump that had formed there.
This isn’t happening. This isn’t real. I came here to escape this, she told herself repeatedly as she laid there, her turquoise bikini embellished with golden sequins shining in the sun as her back tanned slowly. Bringing up an arm to adjust her chestnut-brown hair that was dangling in the water, she tried to pull away before the colour reached her and tainted the beautiful locks. The damage done would be irreparable if it touched her.
Moving it just in time, she threw it over her shoulder so it rested between her shoulder blades, the damp tips feeling nice as they cooled her back by trailing droplets of water down either side. She tried not to flinch as her gaze returned to the bloodied water that lapped at the li-lo beneath her chin. With every wave it seemed to grow closer, making its way further up the yellow plastic to try and touch her. The tapping that was normally so soothing tormented her now, like a crowd clapping and cheering her sanity on as it fled for safety.
Rather than listen to the logical side of her brain, her body had other ideas. Shuffling back, she put a bigger distance between her face and the abnormal pool beneath her. As her toes dipped into the cool water behind her though, she flinched, automatically drawing herself up so that no part of her body was near the edge. No matter how disgusted she was, she couldn’t stop staring; her eyes were hypnotised by the gentle movements that swirled the colour into the water even more. The red had become so thick that not one tile beneath the surface was visible.
The more she stared, the more she remembered.
The more she remembered, the more she was pulled into her memory.
It might not have been real at that moment in time, but it had been, and Jenna was once again pulled into the unbearable memory. 
Winter Angel Excerpt
Taking Liam’s silence as it was meant—an end to the conversation—Amy turned back to Jenna, whose head was leaning on Ethan’s shoulder, their hands linked on his lap. They were never not touching.
“So what do you think?”
“About what?” Jenna replied. Her eyes flicked over to Amy, but her head did not move.
“Bus guy. What did you think of him?”
“He’s okay I guess. I wasn’t really paying attention. He didn’t look that pleased to be here, though.”
“He was hot, right?”
Jenna lifted her head to look at Ethan, who was watching and waiting for her response. Smiling mischievously at him, Jenna replied, “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind hooking up with him.”
She glanced at Ethan to see his reaction, but he just rolled his eyes. “Nice try, but I’m not biting.”
Jenna sighed, but returned her attention back to Amy. “Just don’t do anything stupid, yeah? You don’t know anything about him.”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you … nothing stupid.” Amy brushed off the comment. Jenna had always been a worrier, but Amy preferred to just throw herself into things head first, the consequences be damned.
“Amy ...” Jenna’s tone was low in warning, knowing that the callous way in which she was brushed off did not bode well.
“I’m not going to go knocking on his door or anything, don’t worry. I just might happen to bump into him a few times around here. You know I don’t do serious relationships anymore. I’m not stupid enough to fall for that trick again.”
Jenna shook her head in despair, knowing it was futile to argue. “Whatever, just don’t cause trouble.”
“Me? Trouble? I’m an angel.”
Everyone on the minibus rolled their eyes.
“Sure you are, Amy, and I’m the tooth fairy.”
They laughed at her disgruntled face as the driver pulled up in front of their home for the week.



Mia Hoddell lives in the UK with her family and two cats. She spends most of her time writing or reading, loves anything paranormal and has an overactive imagination that keeps her up until the early hours of the morning.

With three poems published before the age of sixteen, Mia moved on to short stories but finding she had too much to tell with too little space, Mia progressed to novels. She started her first series (The Wanderer Trilogy) at the age of fourteen and since then hasn’t stopped writing. Seasons of Change is her third series and with an ever growing list of ideas, Mia is trying to keep up with the speed at which her imagination generates them.

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3 x copies of Summer Demons and Winter Angel (ebooks)

Friday, 28 November 2014


Title: The Supremacy
Series: The Supremacy Series
Author: Megan White
Release Date: 7th May 2013

BLURB from Goodreads
What would you be willing to sacrifice for a perfect life?
We had lost everything. We were desperate and all looked to our officials to help us, to save us from ourselves.
The Supremacy stepped in, seemingly coming out of nowhere. They were a government constructed task force set up to rebuild life and prosperity. They gave us homes, they gave us food, but they wanted something priceless in return.
We were the beginning, the first batch. We were the testers.


I really liked the sound of the blurb. The question right at the beginning "What would you be willing to sacrifice for a perfect life? certainly caught my attention. I do enjoy reading about all the different dystopic societies that authors create.

I purchased this one from Amazon UK, as I was hunting online for more dystopian books to get lined up to read.
The cover features a possibly sinister looking figure in a long black cloak. The building on the cover reminds me of an old factory or of pictures I have seen of old workhouse buildings. So the cover definitely gives you a spooky kind of feeling, makes the hairs on the back of your neck. The sky on the cover also looks overcast and oppressive, which adds to setting the atmosphere of the book well.
So would the cover make me pick it up from a bookstore shelf? I would if it was on a dystopian shelf. Though I'd be worried that this great book may get overlooked, which is a shame.
The book is set in dystopian/post apocalyptic world. Society has literally fallen apart, food is scarce, criminals run riot, citizens are struggling to stay alive. The Supremacy arrive and send in their Keepers to uphold new rules and regulations that the Supremacy have come up with to rescue everyone from their current state. Initially life seems great, the Keepers make sure everyone has food, a job and healthcare but life is about to take a sinister turn for Erin. Erin is the main female character in the book. Erin lost her mother at a young age, and her father remarries a woman called Corina, who seems to hate Erin and this feeling only increases when Erin's dad dies whilst protesting against the Supremacy, the Keepers and their laws. Corina believes in everything the Supremacy and Keepers say and do. Corina believes her husband a fool for speaking out against them and being executed for doing so. Naturally her feelings toward Erin just deteriorate even more as she believes she is stuck taking care of her.  Erin has tried to stay out of the step mother and classes her only family to be Trent her little brother, the product of her father and Corina's relationship. Erin and her father have always talked about her mother and that is probably why Corina resents Erin so much. The only other true friend whom Erin treats more like family is John. They have grown up together and survived together during the hardships of the new government. Food etc is scarce, the Keeper's give just enough to stave off starvation but not enough to be strong and healthy. As if the citizens were stronger and healthier they may rebel. Anyone that commits a crime or speaks out against the Keepers is either killed on the spot or is subjected to a slow long painful death of starvation. Erin witnessed her fist public execution at the age of 7 so life under the Keepers is a harsh and at times cruel world. The Keepers are wanting to bring in some new rules which say once a child reaches the age of 5 years old that they are taken away to be tested to determine what their career path will be. Before this new initiative can be implemented it is decided that all the tests will first be tested out on older children. They decide to target teenagers. Orders are given from the government/ head of the Keepers that all teenagers are to report to the main square and they are to be taken away, tested and "trained". Obviously as her father was a defector against the government, or Keepers as they are called, Erin is highly suspicious. It turns out she has every right to feel this way, as there is no choice about going to be tested. Once all the teens are in the square they are told to board the transport bus to take them to their new home. Erin notices the icy blue stare that one of the Keepers has, he seems to have singled her out for "special treatment" and she wonders if that is a good of bad thing. Upon arrival at the new testing establishment all the teenagers are fitted with a tracking device. So even if they could escape over the high walls and fences, they wouldn't get far due to the tracking device. The teenagers are then split into smaller groups and held in cold, dark, damp cells.
I don't want to go into much more detail as I think it would spoil the way the plot unfurls as you read it.
The conditions the teens are kept in are even harsher, with restricted access to water and food than before. The Keepers are basically "testing" different things on them. It seems the teenagers have something quite valuable that the Keepers want. The numbers in Erin's cell get rapidly dwindle. The initial "we are all in this together attitude soon changes to everyone just looking out for themselves. The only person to be taken out of the cell and then returned is Erin. I liked that even in the depths of despair Erin thought about the other teens around her and tried to help despite the punishment she would have to endure when the Keepers found out. Erin makes friends with a younger child that has somehow ended up in the same cell as her. Erin cannot resist comforting the child even though those around her insist doing so will get them all into to trouble. Erin becomes so weak and is almost beginning to think she is going to die when a very unlikely rescuer removes her from the cell. She is told she holds the very key within her that can bring down the Keepers and the government. Erin is eager to bring down the government and put an end to their harsh rules and regulations, but can she trust the Keeper with the icy blue eyes?
Just when Erin feels like she has a role to play and is beginning to think everything that has happened to her has been for a reason and a greater good her world is once again turned upside down. Is this the final straw for her fragile mind and body?
So did I enjoy the book? Yes, I was certainly drawn in and hooked on the plot. There's plenty of twists, turns things you don't expect.
Would I recommend the book? Yes, its an interesting read.
Would I want to read another book in this series? There is so much more to learn about the Keepers, and we need to know if Erin is successful or even survives. So yes please!
Would I want to read other books written by this author? The descriptions within the book are detailed, and the plot is engrossing. It's really "different". It's not a "normal dystopian/post apocalyptic" read. Some parts of the book reminded me a little of Emily McKays's The Farm.

Thursday, 27 November 2014


The setting of Tales of Skylge is loosely based on the Dutch island of Terschelling, or Schylge in the island’s dialect. Although the names and places in this book will sound very familiar to people living on the island, the characters and events are, of course, entirely fictitious in nature.

Title: Sound Of Sirens
Series: Tales Of Skylge
Author: Jen Minkman
Release Date: 28th November 2014

BLURB from Goodreads
An ancient land protected by a Tower of Light,
its people ever tempted by Siren song,
and a girl who falls for the wrong boy.

On the island of Skylge, electricity is only for the Currents – the rich ruling class who once came from across the sea and brought the holy fire of St. Brandan to Skylge. Ever since, the light in the Brandaris Tower has protected the islanders. Heeding the Siren's call will drown your body and steal your soul, but the sacred light in the Tower will chase the merfolk away.

When Skylger girl Enna welcomes her brother back from a long sea voyage, he gives her a special present from the mainland – an electronic record only playable on a Current device. The problem is that Royce Bolton, Current heartthrob and the town’s most gifted pianist, wants it too. After she stubbornly refuses to sell the LP featuring his favorite artist, he suggests sharing the record by secretly meeting up in his private summer house. Taken aback yet thrilled, Enna agrees – and discovers that there’s more than meets the eye when it comes to Current society and the history of Skylge. Why do the Sirens tempt the islanders to give themselves up to the sea? And where does the Currents’ monopoly on electricity really come from? 

While struggling with these questions, Enna begins to fall for Royce, risking everything to be with a guy who is clearly wrong for her. She will learn that the sound of Sirens isn’t the most treacherous thing out there to haunt her dreams.

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Wednesday, 26 November 2014


Title: Rehab Is For Witches Anthology
Authors: Cynthia Valero, Elle J Rossi, J.A. Howell, Miranda Stork, 
                   Tara S Wood, Y Tyffani Clark Kemp 
Publisher: Sidestreet Cookie Publishing      
Release Date: 31st October 2014

BLURB supplied by Girls Heart Books
Welcome to Little Raven: an unsullied, beautiful woodland hamlet in the heart of the Midwest. The sort of place where furry creatures romp about and spend their days bursting into song.
Actually, that’s a giant pack of lies.
Little Raven is a town…for witches.
And some of those witches might have bent the rules. A teensy bit. When six magical miscreants dabble with black magic, they end up together at Incantations, the town’s rehab center for witches gone awry. It’s a slap on the wrist for naughty witches. Pretty much a daycare center so they don’t wander off and start turning people into newts on a whim. Each witch must work through her addiction to black magic, and follow the tenets designed to lead them back to the path of the straight and narrow, as boring as that sounds. Even if following the tenets sucks worse than a group round of kum-bay-ya. Which sucks. Horribly.
We will admit we are powerless over magic—that our lives have become unmanageable.
We will make a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of the Goddess as we understand Her.
We will make a searching and fearless moral and magical inventory of ourselves.
We will admit to the Goddess, to ourselves, and to another being the exact nature of our magical wrongs.
We will make a list of all persons or beings we have harmed, and become willing to make amends to them all.
We will make direct amends to such beings whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
We are entirely ready to bow before the Goddess and have Her remove all our defect of character, even at the risk of being entirely stripped of our magic.
But this is just the start. There’s something rotten in Little Raven, something that seeks to take all the magic it can, and devour the inhabitants in the process. It will take the strength and power of all the witches to defeat the darkness seeping into their town, beat it back, and be rid of it forever…and maybe just make it through rehab while they’re saving the world.

The Authors & Titles-
Tara S. Wood - A Trunk Full of Peril
Tyffani Clark Kemp - A Diary Full of Names
Cynthia Valero - A Cauldron Full of Goodbyes
Miranda Stork - A Closet Full of Demons
J. A. Howell - A Basement Full of Secrets
Elle J Rossi - A Suitcase Full of Revenge

Amazon UK


Miranda Stork
I'm Miranda Stork, and I'm addicted. Addicted to writing and reading books, anyway. And chocolate, but that's another issue - no interventions, please.
I live in the middle of a forest in North Yorkshire [Ooo small world I live in West Yorkshire!], spending my spare time as the wild woman of the woods, scaring small children and upsetting the sheep. On the days that I feel like being civilized, or I haven't got any unicorns to ride, I sit down and pour the tumbling thoughts in my head out onto digital paper. Mainly the thoughts and characters come out in paranormal form, with a good smattering of romance, because everyone likes a good cuddle. But you can also find strong elements of thrillers, myths, and even dystopia amongst the pages of all my novels. I've wanted to write books ever since I first realised that fairytales were not the newspapers of the fairy kingdom, but the imaginings of actual people who wanted to tell fancy made-up stories to other people. From that moment, I was hooked.

Why do I write? Good question. It might be easier to just keep the stories in my head, or even just to write them for myself. But I want to share them. There is no greater delight for a writer than when a reader devours your book, and declares, "Something in that novel resonated with me. And I want MORE." So grab your lucky clover and a baseball bat (there's some nasty paranormal creatures where we're going), eat the cookie with 'eat me' tagged on it, and enter through the tiny door into the world of Miranda Stork…



*Note: (I don’t know if these should be in any order or not, so these aren’t, really.)

Prehistory! Yeah, I know it sounds boring. I love prehistory though, and I’m currently studying to become a museum curator. There’s something magical and mysterious about all these people who came before us, but we know next to nothing about them, even though their actions shaped the world we live in now. Figuring it all out is a bit like plotting a book, so it’s not so different to writing.

My laptop – I couldn’t do ANYTHING without my laptop. I have all my work, all my secret Christmas gift lists, and all those useless ‘favourites’ stored that I always forget to look at for crafty stuff.

Pizza – I believe there is nothing more delicious in the world than a proper thin-crust (I hate deep-pan) margarita, tomato and basil pesto pizza. If I was only allowed to eat one food in the whole world, this would be it.

It’s not a ‘thing’, exactly, but my friends and family. It sounds like a sappy answer, but it’s the truth; they really are up there on my favourite things (or people, rather). I’m really close to my close family, and we can talk about anything – same as my close friends, really, who are more like an extended family of mine. 

Rainy afternoons and evenings – I love autumn for the rain (well, I love autumn, really!), as it means you can go outside in a fresh, cold wind and rain wrapped up in your coat and splash in puddles like a child, then come home to a warm house, hot chocolate, and a marathon of your favourite movies or TV shows. (And maybe pizza – that would really complete it!)
Tara S. Wood
Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series.



Hmmm…this is a hard one.
Books. Of course. I am a reader and a writer. I love all types of books. Fiction. Non-fiction, biographies…the whole kit and kaboodle. There’s something magical that happens between the pages of a book, and it’s a feeling I’ve never quite gotten over. And all kinds, too. Print, ebook, audio. Just bring me a book. And a nice cup of tea.

Anything British. I am an unashamed Anglophile. There is a tiny Union Jack flying in my heart at all times. Visiting the UK is on my bucket list, and I’m fairly certain that if I was given the opportunity to emigrate, I would take it.

Cooking. I love to cook. I love to feed people. It is a tangible expression of love. And if  you leave my house hungry, it’s your own fault.

My circle of writing friends. It’s taken a bit to cultivate them (if I could grow them in a greenhouse, I would), but I’ve managed to garner the love and support of a fair few talented people who are simply wonderful. A few of them have even burrowed so far into my heart they’ve become family. Literary brothers and sisters who make this journey worthwhile. They are truly amazing.

The untold story. Not a thing, per se, but a concept. One that keeps me going. This fevered little brain of mine is constantly dreaming up tales. I have a to-be-written list that rivals U.S. tax law, both in its length and complexity. My estimate is that I will be finished with writing all of them twelve years after I’m dead.

Elle J. Rossi
Elle J Rossi is a writer of Dark Paranormal and Fantasy Romance. Overly fond of the happily ever after, Elle lets her characters take control as they lead her down dark and twisted paths on their haunting journey toward love.

When not writing, you'll more than likely catch her hanging with her husband, two kids and a cat who truly does rule the roost, or stealing the mic from her friends as the duel over country karaoke.


Music. Specifically country music. Raised on it and still love it. Something about it speaks to my soul. I think it’s because it’s so authentic.

Coffee. Buckets of it. All day long. The flavor, the aroma, the experience. All of it.

Books. I’m actually a pretty eclectic reader. From paranormal to literary fiction to comic books. Reading is such an escape from the real world. It’s a stress reliever, not to mention inspiring!

Moonshine drinkin’ and tailgate singin’. Sometimes literally. I love to hang out with my friends, drive around in old trucks while singing as loud as we can.

Nashville, TN. Best town out there. ‘Nuf said.

Cynthia Valero
Cynthia Valero is an award-winning author of three paranormal romance novels and two anthologies written with Beth Ciotta as CB Scott. Her newest solo novella, A Cauldron Full of Goodbyes, is one of six dark and edgy stories in the anthology, Rehab is for Witches. A student of Natalie Goldberg, Zoetrope All-Story, and The Writers Studio, Cynthia is currently writing a rich tale of forbidden love and deadly feuds set off the coast of 1904 America. You can visit her on Facebook at Cynthia Valero Books or at


Hugging my son. Because there is nothing like feeling that little body, those baby ribs and shoulders, beneath your arm, safe, cuddly, and warm. And he’s still of the age where he lets me hug him whenever I want.

When a story hits its stride. Because it’s like slogging up the side of a mountain. You can’t see the top, but you have the faith that it’s there, and if you just keep climbing, you’ll reach it. Then eventually you can see the top, and it’s exhilarating because now you know you’re going to make it and you only made it because you kept climbing, when so many times you wanted to stop.

Hot fudge sundaes. Because ice cream. Hot fudge. Whipped cream. Cherry.

Adult play dates. Because they’re not just for children. I adore talk and drinks and tomfoolery with friends as much as my five-year-old. Except that my talk is a little edgier, my drinks a little stronger, and the tomfoolery, well … he might have me beaten there. That’s why I need more adult play dates.

The weekend. Because it’s the weekend. Home. Family. Possibilities.

J.A. Howell
J.A Howell is an office drone by day, and a writer by night. Her love of writing took off when she was eleven years old and decided to fill a composition notebook with stories to read to her friends. Many years (and notebooks) later, not much has changed. She still loves writing and sharing her works with others. When she isn’t writing, she can often be found trying her hand at whatever artistic pursuit strikes her fancy. J.A. Howell resides in Apopka, FL with her husband and their menagerie of animal children.

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Audiobooks. Lately I’m obsessed with them. I listen to them in the car, on the way to work, while walking around. Though it has to be a really good narrator that can portray the characters and emotions in the book though. Also, being dyslexic I tend to find it easier to follow along by listening. When I read a lot of times I have to re-read the same page or paragraph multiple times.

Animals. I love my animals. Both our forever family members and our fosters. My doggies are able to read my emotions and without saying a word can make a bad day better with some cuddles.

Good beer. I love trying new beers. Current favorite that I recently discovered is Magner’s Irish Cider.

Irish and Scottish culture. Not sure when they became my muse but I love my Irish and Scottish characters. My family asked me why I don’t write about Italians since I am one. I just like their accents better. ;)


Writing of course! Nothing beats the feeling of creating a new world, new characters, and new mischief for them to get into.

Tyffani Clark Kemp

Tyffani Clark Kemp might be the quietest person in the room, but that just means she’s probably the biggest freak too. She is a multi-genre author with a gift for the written word and a desire to help all Indies reach their full potential. In 2012, she and her best friend Kimberly Fudge started SideStreet Cookie Publishing for authors who want to remain independent, but don’t have the time or the knowledge to do it all themselves. From the age of eleven she dedicated her life to writing and making sure she was good at her craft. Now, she passes that knowledge on to others. Her friends would describe her as determined and giving. She may be quite, but she always has a story to tell.



My Fiance



Shirtless male models or chocolate

Chewy sour candies