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Big news for The Painted Maidens Trilogy coming in the new year, but for now, let’s wrap up 2014 with a giveaway!
I am sending a $10.00 Amazon gift card to one lucky winner.
To enter, all you have to do is sign up on my email list – over there on the right side of your screen. If you already are signed up, just comment on the post so I know. You will receive my blog post updates via email (I post only occasionally, once per week at the most), and can opt out at any time after the blog hop is over. The blog hop closes at midnight on December 31st, 2014 and the winner will be randomly selected and announced within 24 hours.
To earn additional entries, complete the tasks below (one entry earned for each task):
1 – Comment on this post by telling me your favorite winter food/drink!
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Thank you to all who participated!
The winner of the $25 Amazon gift card is: dnewmananovelgathering. Congratulations!!!
Let’s get right to it, shall we? I will be giving a $25 Amazon gift card away to one lucky winner. This is part of the Midwinter’s Eve Giveaway Hop hosted by BookHounds and I am a Reader. Enter by filling out the form below, and follow the link below that for more great prizes in the blog hop!
In order to enter, at least one of the below actions is required. Liking me on Facebook will get you 1 entry, following me on Twitter will get you 1 entry, and following my blog by email will get you 4 entries.
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Complete the form below and good luck!
Contest closes on December 31st at midnight. No purchase necessary. The winner will be announced here as well as emailed and will have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be chosen. The number of eligible entries received determines the odds of winning.
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Congratulations to our Winner – Stephanie W.!
For all the ladies out there, single or not, the boys of The Akasha Series wanted to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day!
Your gift (besides the obvious eye candy, of course), is the chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card in the ‘For the Love of Swoon Hop’ hosted by The Book Hook Up and I Am a Reader Not a Writer. To enter, simply complete the entry form at the bottom of this post. There are extra entries available for liking my page on Facebook and following on Twitter.
Don’t forget to click on the Swoony Boys Hop poster and follow the linky for more great prizes!
Introducing the boys of the Akasha Series; Micah, Shawn, and Alex.
During an interview with Cami from My Reading Addiction, I was asked which actors might best portray my characters. Well, there you have them – packaged up in sexy Valentine’s cards for you. Oh, and never to be upstaged, Kaitlyn has her own little card for the guys:
How to Enter: You must fill out the form below for one entry. Answer the questions at the bottom of the form. For extra entries, click below:
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This giveaway is open internationally. Giveaway is open until midnight EST on Feb. 20th. Must be 13 or older to enter. Winner will be emailed, and this blog post will be updated to reflect the winner. Winner will have three days to respond, or a new winner will be selected.
Today, as part of the ‘Celebrate Community Blog Hop’ hosted by Pavarti at Fighting Monkey Press, I’d like to share with you a very special community I become involved with over the summer.
This is a picture of my oldest son, preparing to dive in for the 11-12 year old 50 meter freestyle race. Swim team participation runs rampant during the summer, at least here in Northern Virginia. See all those people in white shirts holding timers? They are just a small part of what it takes to run a swim meet, and the swim team as a whole. 42 volunteers people. 42!!! This is how many is required to help run the meet.
Data entry, relay takeoff judge, stroke and turn judges, marshals, table workers, runners, timers, announcers…take a deep breath…chief judge, head timer, assistant head time, swim team representatives, coaches, clerk of course, snack bar workers and scorers. I’m sure I’m leaving a few out here. Anyway, you get the picture – it takes a lot of people to make swim season happen for our kids.
But the point is, it happens. It happens in thousands of neighborhood communities. Summer after summer, we pull together through early morning practices, weekend meets, late Monday nights, fundraisers…take a deep breath…ice cream socials, potluck dinners, spirit nights…wow – hopefully I’m not convincing every parent right now to stay away from the swim teams. Because to tell you the truth, pictures like the one above make it all worthwhile.
Go to Fighting Monkey Press to check out the rest of the posts on community!
This week, I am participating in the ‘Celebrate Community Blog Hop’ hosted by Pavarti at Fighting Monkey Press. The event commemorates the end of the month of Ramadan, Eid al-Fitr, and while many participating are not Muslims, to us the core of any religion is community.
Together, we’ll share photographs, music, recipes, and stories. Today we’ll share our favorite recipe. To be honest, most recipes are my fav just as long as I don’t have to cook them! 🙂 True story – the first night after our honeymoon I had to ask my husband how to cook canned corn (to be fair, there were no instructions on the can). The second night I set a frozen pizza on fire inside the oven because I left the cardboard underneath. He’s been cooking ever since!
Now, since today also happens to fall on….MY BIRTHDAY…I’ll have to share an ice cream birthday cake recipe with you. This was an experiment that turned out very well and fair warning; it is very, very simple. So go ahead and get started on your party drinks because ANYONE can make this, sober or not.
Terra’s ‘Home-Made’ Ice Cream Cake
– 2 boxes of store-bought cake mix (any kind)
– 1 gallon of store-bought ice cream (any kind)
– 2 units of store-bought frosting (any kind)
– Whatever else the store-bought cake mix directions say you need
Who cares? You are eating freakin’ ice cream cake!
Make the store-bought cake mix. Make it in at least three separate containers (two if you feel like being creative later), preferably square or rectangle. Cool the cakes in the freezer until they are pretty hard, maybe an hour or two, no need to cover them while they are in the freezer unless you are worried about the tator tots falling on the cake. Then take one of the cakes and place it on the plate/platter you intend to keep it on when it is finished. Take the other cake and cut it into strips. Place the strips on top of the full cake around the edges. You are essentially making a bowl in which to place the ice cream. Scoop ice cream into the center. Don’t worry about it smoothing out; just put enough to reach the top of the strips, or just over the top. Place the third cake over the strips and ice cream, covering everything up. If you don’t have a third cake (either because you are lazy, don’t follow instructions, or wanted to be creative), you can leave the top open or fill in what you can with any remaining pieces of cake. Put the whole thing back in the freezer for another hour or two. You’ll see that the ice cream melted to fill in the hole perfectly, but not so much that it leaks through or down into the cake. Amazing, huh? Take the cake out to frost it with your store-bought frosting and enjoy!
- Frost in between the two/three layers of cake.
- Mix the ice cream with cake bits and some frosting before placing it in the cake – it is totally yummy.
- Just buy an ice-cream cake from the store (I prefer Cold Stone).
Since I’ve recently discovered I am lactose-intolerant, please make this cake and have a piece for me! I’ve already had my ‘cake’; an awesome wild blueberry pie. My presents weren’t so bad either – a wine cork board kit and unbreakable wine glasses. Husband knows me well!
Hope everyone had a great Earth Day yesterday! If the day completely slipped your mind, don’t worry. It is never too late to do something for Mother Nature!
Now, I want to do something for you. I am currently participating in two great blog hops. Every person who enters will receive an e-copy of my novel, ‘Water‘, and a chance at a $25 gift card (that is two gift cards, one for each hop). Click on the images below to enter each hop, and don’t forget to follow the linky for other great giveaways!
Hi there everyone! If you haven’t yet, hop on over to Can’t Put it Down Reviews where I am giving away six sets of the first two books, ‘Water’ and ‘Air’ in the Akasha Series, plus one grand prize winner gets to pick a t-shirt from my store.
Now on to my newest flash fiction. This was recently featured on Can’t Put it Down Reviews. It is some of the back story on Kaitlyn’s (main character in the Akasha Series) parents. Enjoy!
Good Luck Charm
Mary leaned forward, looking through the windshield of their small, blue Honda and up into the sky. “Do they know we’re coming?”
The sky was growing darker by the minute, and the wind was picking up.
Cato answered from the back seat, “No one knows. Well, except Shawn. Boy probably doesn’t even remember, as involved in video games as he was.” Cato stared at the scenery rushing past. Corn fields. Acre after acre of the tall stalks; all leaning to the left with the growing wind.
“Oh, please. Your son is gifted and you know it. I’ve seen the spark on more than one occasion.” John smiled at Cato through the rearview mirror. He put his hand over Mary’s, attempting to calm her fears.
She smiled, but her eyes still wrinkled with worry. It began to hail. Small chunks of ice pelted the windshield and road ahead. Mary began rubbing at the charm around her neck.
It was a necklace given to her by their only child. John thought of their daughter Kaitlyn, at home probably working on college applications. She was all they really had, and he would give anything to make it a better world for her. Which is why they were all here. With far more confidence than either of his two passengers, he resolutely nodded his head. “Yes. Everything is going to be –“
“John! Stop!” Mary cut him off with her screams. He slammed on the brakes. About a mile ahead of them, a funnel shot down from the cloud cover. It was already bending the sturdy highway signs with its force. John put the Honda into reverse.
“Don’t want to do that either, John.” Cato pointed out the back window. A thick formation of clouds were already spinning in preparation for another tornado vortex to emerge.
John and Mary locked eyes. Their communication was almost telepathic. This was not natural weather.
The corn stalks no longer leaned in one direction. They waved wildly, as if flagging away the trio. But it was too late; they were trapped with twisters blocking each direction of road.
“So now we know – there has to be a traitor with The Seven.” John and Mary each turned to look at Cato.
“Let’s just get through this. Then we can turn to who is responsible. If I don’t make it…” Cato trailed off.
“We’re all going to make it.” John didn’t give Cato a chance to finish. “And we will all go home to our children.”
Cato nodded at his lifelong friend, thankful he was here to help face their enemy. The three exited the car.
Mary’s long, red skirt whipped around her legs. The red was a stark contrast to the dark grey skies. She faced the first of the tornados, opening herself up to the warm, moist air being drawn in from the south. She used her powers as a water elemental to diffuse the air of moisture. John stood by her side, commanding the cool, dry winds blowing in from Canada. Together they worked, forcing away the conflicting weather and trying to stabilize the atmosphere.
Though Cato could manipulate all of the elements, he concentrated on the wind speed. He worked to slow it down, preventing any more updrafts. He was significantly stronger than the pair that worked behind him, but he was hindered, having to deal with chunks of road and now farm equipment being tossed at them by the tornado. He moved forward, certain he was the target of the attack. The least he could do was decrease the risk to his friends by angling away, further down the road.
Mary looked back to see their small car in a slow spin, gradually being lifted up. It was as unpredictable as the winds. “We need to move!”
Without hesitation, she turned to the fields. The sharp, unharvested corn cut that might offer some protection from the wind, bit into her bare legs as she ran. John stayed close on her heels. “Where is Cato!” He called to her. But there was no time to answer. He lunged forward, tackling Mary to the ground as the roof of a barn whipped by overhead.
Cato remained on the highway, struggling with the wind patterns. They were unpredictable. He detected several threads of power being woven into the storm from two different directions. There would be more than four elementals attacking – and no time to target them. Cato had to settle for playing defense. He looked behind me, startled to find John, Mary and the car gone.
He ran back to where he had left them. Dumbfounded, he looked to the right, at the slightly wavering speed limit sign, still planted in the ground. He peered closer into the fields, thinking he saw a flash of Mary’s skirt. He took a step towards it, when a spinning, blue mass shot by, missing Cato by mere feet. He could barely track it with his eyes. It was their car, now bouncing end over end down the highway, taking the speed limit sign with it. Cato blinked, then turned back to the wind patterns in the sky and could only hope the same fate had not befallen his friends.
Gradually, his energy waned, and he was left only able to maintain a protective circle around himself. The weather had grown too strong; almost like more elementals had joined in. The corn fields and his friends were on their own. Cato’s whole body shook with exertion until he dropped to his knees. His sphere was allowing the strong gusts to pass through, but it would hold against the more solid objects thrown at him by the storm, and it would keep him firmly planted on the ground.
The two funnels moved closer, then angled in – towards the path his friends took. Shards of debris littered the air like feathers in a pillow fight. Cato was still able to discern the funnels, large as they were, merging together. As they did, lightening lit the sky and thunder cracked in the air, barely heard over the freight train noise of the super twister. It was a triumphant announcement; both sides knew who had won this battle.
Wind gusts did not let up. They grew stronger and stronger, pulling even more debris into the air, until Cato could not see past his protective circle at all. He was sure the large mass was coming for him next.
With a final burst of energy, Cato pushed himself to his feet. He wasn’t going to face death curled up like a coward. It would be full on, shoulders squared and eyes opened. And without his shield.
When the noise was unbearable – and Cato was sure the climax had arrived, he lifted his hands to dissipate his shield. Before he could, the world went silent. Stalks, corn, dirt, and fractured wood from nearby structures all fell to the ground at once. There was no wind. What cornstalks were left in the ground were still. In the skies, clouds moved away revealing a disturbingly peaceful blue sky in their wake.
The last of Cato’s energy fizzled out, and his protective circle vanished. Two loud, sickening thumps came from behind him. Cato swallowed the rising lump in his throat, then turned. Mary and John lay dead on the highway. All of their limbs twisted in unnatural, odd angles, except for one. Mary’s hand still clutched the charm at her neck.
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