Today I'm playing along with Chry Fey's Flaming Crimes Blogfest. She's asking:
What is something ridiculous you would save if there was a fire?
It took me a minute to figure this out. I had to look around my apartment at what I had. Finally, I spotted it. I'd save my original NES in the box if there was a fire. I mean, my parents saved the box! How often do you see that? Hubby keeps wanting to mod the NES and I'm like, "NO!"
Beth and Donovan are now happily married, and what Beth wants more than anything is a baby. Her dream of starting a family is put on hold as fires burn dangerously close and Donovan becomes a victim of sabotage.
Donovan escapes what could've been a deadly wreck. Their past enemies have been eliminated, so who is cutting brake lines and leaving bloody messages? He vows to find out, for the sake of the woman he loves and the life they're trying to build.
Amidst a criminal mind game, a fire ignites next to their home. They battle the flames and fight to keep their house safe from the blaze pressing in on all sides, but neither of them expects to confront a psychotic adversary in the middle of the inferno.
Their lives may just go up in flames…
Series: Disaster Crimes #4
Page Count: 304
Digital Price: 4.99
Print Price: 16.99
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
About the Author
Today is also IWSG. When I scheduled this, I didn't see January's co-hosts. I'm going to keep it short and sweet. It's a new year, so that means new insecurities, but you know what? We writers so got this. We're going to write more words and publish more books and blow more readers' minds. Because we rock. Make 2018 great!
Last year, I did an event similar to Trick-or-Treat Reads called New Year, New Reads. It was a 99cent ebook sale aimed at getting people to spend their gift cards they received for Christmas. It was a fun event, but this year, I didn't have time for it. I also forgot and when Tui Snider asked me about it, I realized I was woefully underprepared to host it again. She kindly offered to take it over and host it at Story Dam.
The gist of the event is authors price their books at 99cents and readers hop around and take advantage of the deals. All of December, I had my books on sale, so I joined because what's a few more days at 99cents? Just know, you have until January 3rd to get in on this deal. Then the price jumps back up.
I hope you enjoy your goodies. Don't forget to see what other authors are offering for sale today. Happy New Year!
I wasn't going to partake in this blog hop at first because I could not think of a single movie remake that I didn't think sucked worse than the original. Then one of the hosts, Heather made a post pimping the blog hop and mentioned songs and I was like "Holy crap, I know song remakes that are way better. I can do this!"
So, here I am with two song remakes that I think blow the original out of the water. (And no, they are not Green Day songs. Although, Green Day did do a cover of a Who song on their Kerplunk album.)
Hosted by Alex J. Cavanaugh and Heather M. Gardner.
Remakes – most of them suck. Now and then, one comes along that is as good as, if not better, than the original. And after all of the bad ones we’ve endured, we want to know about some good ones.
On November 13, 2017, blog about your favorite remake: movie (or television show into movie and vice versa), song, or book – or all three! Post a YouTube video and links where we can find these treasures. Tell us why THIS remake doesn’t suck!
Careless Whisper by Seether
Originally a George Michael song, I love Seether's version way more. The singer brings some grit to the vocals and it adds pain to the song. It's much heavier and I just dig that kind of music more.
Hurt By Johnny Cash
The original by Nine Inch Nails is good, but I recall reading that even Trent Renzor said Johnny Cash owned this song with his version. It's more haunting for sure. (Also, it's the theme for a character of mine.)
What do you think of my picks? Like the original better? What remakes do you enjoy? Or do they just suuuuuuck?
I can't pass up this blog hop without bringing out the vampires. Since I haven't bothered Tommy in forever, (like he minds) I thought it was well over due. This is the beginning to Being Human.
It is said vampires forget their human lives. As soon as they are turned, the memories start fading. One theory is because of need. The need to sate the hunger and thirst overtakes their senses. It consumes their thoughts and washes every little bit of humanity away until they no longer remember their human life. Another theory is that their mind changes too much. They no longer know how to think, move, talk or feel like a human. The final theory is that they simply let it go. They aren't human anymore, so what’s the point of remembering?
Maybe it's a combination of the three.
What I do know is that vampires forget being human. I forgot being human. Can't even remember the biggest details. Did I get along with my parents or was I a bad seed? Was I good in school? Did I enjoy sports? Did I have lots of friends? Or maybe even a girlfriend?
I don’t know any more or care. Why should I? That human life is behind me, forgotten with the first taste of blood.
Guess the first theory is accurate. Wake up in the evening with thirst burning in my throat and lay down at dawn with it simmering in my stomach. Sometimes I feel like a junkie, always looking for my next hit, my next meal–a victim, according to humans.
There are some things from my human life that matter a lot. Events, places and one human in particular I can’t forget. I know these things because they happened after I was turned.
The first thing that came to me, when I woke in a small clearing in the woods, was the darkness. It was dark, but at the same time… not. I could see everything, every tiny detail was clear as if illuminated by light. But there was no light, not even moonlight. I stumbled around the small clearing, disoriented as the world bombarded me with sensations.
A gentle breeze howled in my ears and felt like talons ripping across my cheeks. The world beneath me felt unstable, as if it slowly rotated. When I reached to touch the ground, the grass beneath my fingers felt uneven and sharp, biting into my skin. I jerked my hand away, drawing a breath, and the smells hit me like a hammer. Dirt, grass, rocks, trees and animals that were no longer there. Hundreds of scents hung in the air; my nose twitching as it took every scent in and my mind distinguished everything.
As I stood in this familiar–yet alien–world, I felt my memories start to fade away. What had happened in the clearing was the first to disappear. I didn’t try to hold onto it. Just a dream, I told myself. That couldn't have happened to me. I needed to get home before I was grounded.
Maybe I had been a bad seed.
The journey home felt like it took forever, but in reality, took a matter of minutes. I stopped often. First because my new sight had me stumbling, but, as I grew accustomed to it, my stops became ones of confusion. Where was I going? The answer was home, but I grasped for a reason why. Did I need something there? A drink? Could it be that simple? After all, my throat burned as if I had swallowed a mouthful of hot coals. A need to quench that fire burned in my mind, driving me forward.
When I reached home, only a sliver of human denial persisted. It’s a bad dream, get a glass of water and go to bed, it whispered. But a much more insistent part of me screamed, Get inside and satisfy your thirst!
Welcomed home, my parents fussed over me. My mother sighed I needed to get to bed and my father scowled and scolded me for being irresponsible. Why had I disappeared without telling them where I was going? Didn’t I know vampires were waiting in the shadows to feed on the unsuspecting?
Humans knew that vampires existed. It had been an accident, an unintentional slip on the old vampire's part. Tired of existing, she sat outside to wait for the sun. The rays washed over her and her body burst into flame while a tourist bus witnessed the event. The tourist company called the news stations, a few reporters investigated and found all that remained of the vampire–a pile of ashes. The ashes were sent to some scientists for testing. The scientists discovered the ashes used to be human, but there was something not quite right–not quite human–about them. Then a video taken by one of tourists surfaced on the Internet, next national news and it became open season on vampires.
After that, any vampire discovered was caught, bound and left to greet the morning sun. Or set on fire. Anything to make the vampire burn until nothing remained but a pile of ash. Scientists gathered the ashes to study and figure out how to best destroy a vampire. It was, of course, an approved genocide. Who would protest the killing of a creature so evil?
Now comes the part in the story where I’m expected to say everything turned out okay. My family was horrified I had been turned, but accepted me as a vampire and we hid it well.
* Marie Landry
* Story Dam
* A to Z Challenge
* Alex J. Cavanaugh
* Larry Kollar
* C. Lee McKenzie
* A Book Lover's Playlist
* Cherie Reich
* M. Pax
* MJ FiField
* Melissa Barker-Simpson
* Christine Rains
* Heather M. Gardner
* George McNeese
* Lexa Cain
* L.G Keltner
* Sarah Foster
* Chrys Fey
* Liana K (Youtube)
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