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Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Excerpt: Midnight Pages Mystical Inspiration and Writing Prompts for Writers, Insomniacs, and Night Owls by Diane Riis

Ewe won’t believe this!!

Those things that go bump in the night? They’re trying to tell you something. I wrote a whole book about listening to the messages your insomnia is trying to send you. And if you see or hear things in the night, that confirms it for me: the night has something to tell you. If you want it to be otherwise, I get it. I ignored the night for YEARS until I couldn’t anymore.

Here’s what I found out: If you don’t get up and do something with your messages (or at least honor the messengers,) then you are just dooming yourself to more sleepless nights. More bleary-eyed days with nothing to show for it.

For a long time, I resisted this truth. Even though I believed it 100%.

The night is your shadow. It’s your dark side. It’s the piles of unconscious genius you’ve been ignoring in favor of the ordinary.

If you can’t sleep you are up for a reason.
I have a bad track record with sleep. I guess the night has always been my cave, my true home. But even as a newborn, I never slept. Not just colic. Just not a sleeper.

That’s my neuro-divergence and I now longer try to fix or feel bad about it. You shouldn’t either. Maybe it’s your nature and anyway an eight-hour mono-sleep is not the normal human pattern – not for our cave-dwelling ancestors or anyone else throughout history.

One problem with sleeplessness isn’t only the frustration. It’s the fear.
If you’re like me you’ve spent nights frozen in fear of the dark. I’d stare into my room until the shadowy shapes started to look like people and it got even harder to close my eyes and doze off. Things would bump and creak and I’d search my brain for their source. But I never could identify any. I can sleep once day breaks (or more accurately at 2:00 in the afternoon.)

But I was up for a reason and once I got a hold of that – everything changed and now I perk up and pay attention to things that scared me before. And, I stopped being afraid of all the doom and gloom about dying young and getting fat if you can’t sleep at night, too.

But spiritually it was even more profound than that…
Now I know the shadows and messengers and the night itself were calling me to get up and DO something. (Since I’m a writer, I wrote.)

And, three times, entire books have come out of it. Now I know that insomnia is the SIGNAL: Message coming in! I better listen to – or more insomnia is my reward.

Your house isn’t haunted.
Or maybe it is. But YOU yourself might be haunted if the night is keeping you up. It’s the shadow side of you trying to get your attention. It’s the archetypes of Goddess Nyx, the guiding stars, the sounds of crickets and owls. It’s your unconscious, the things that are trying to help you make sense of your crazy, screwed up life! It’s the shadowy crone at the crossroads, pointing to the right choice, or direction.

Things gestate in the dark. And there are things you should be doing: writing, planning, creating. Get up and give birth to them already!

Until you get up and do the thing that calls you, you’ll never sleep through the night without melatonin, hypnosis, or medication.

Sleeplessness might come in waves and cycles. If you miss it, you may never get it back: that inspiration that could have led you to write a bestseller or invent the next million-dollar Shark Tank investment.

It may not be fun.
I have been the recipient of scary, unclear messages I could not interpret. That’s frustrating I will admit. The most surreal sign came one night when I was lying there, eyes burning, staring at the wall. Three lights suddenly appeared, hovering over a dresser. They were yellow, green and orange (I figured that was probably spirit’s version of red.)

So it was like a stop light, I guess. And I mean, they were there, undeniable. I scooted over closer to my sleeping spouse and prayed for the lights to go away or at least not to come any closer. They didn’t feel ominous except for the fact they didn’t belong there but I was terrified!

I frantically tried to figure out the source but there was no way they came from anywhere but thin air or Spirt (or a spirit guide of some sort – one of whom has since become more of a companion, but I can’t blame him for the lights. But I wouldn’t know any of my spirit guides if it weren’t for being up in the night.

I never saw the lights again but they came during a stall during writing this book: Midnight Pages. . If I had to interpret (guess) I’d say the message was,
“You believe the night has signs and messages and you’re even writing a book about it. And you’re lying there? Trying to sleep? Don’t’ be a hypocrite! Get the heck up and write!”
I stopped stalling after that.

Yes, I get messages in the night and Midnight Pages is the result: a book about stopping fighting your night owl tendencies and making it an adventure. Maybe you’ll become someone who says, “I do my best work at night.”

What I know is if your day is wrecked by how little you slept the night before you might as well have something to show for it.

So, if you are a writer, a journal keeper, a spiritual seeker, a creative or someone who believes imagination is key to life, the night has something to tell you and if you’re awake already, don’t just lie there. Get up and listen. Like Rumi says, “Seeker, don’t sleep.”

Midnight Pages
Mystical Inspiration and Writing Prompts for Writers, Insomniacs, and Night Owls

by Diane Riis
Feb 2, 2022
Genre: Nonfiction, Self Help, Writing, Journal, Workbook
Publisher: Earth and Soul Publishing
ISBN: 9798985131000
Number of pages: 370
Word Count: 25,000
Cover Artist: Book Designer: Andrea Schmidt,
The night has something to tell you.

Midnight Pages is a workbook of magical prompts and creative writing exercises. It is also the antidote for anyone who has ever tried (and failed) to get up early to write morning pages.

Embrace your nature! Whether you do your best work at night or you’re going through a bout of insomnia, you will deepen your writing practice and learn to listen to the voices of the night.

WRITING PROMPT From Midnight Pages:
Close your eyes. What do you hear, smell, taste? What do you sense at an energetic or intuitive level? Spend some real time. Find at least twenty-five things. When it gets hard to add to the list is when it gets interesting…”

Vigilantia: lying awake, sleepless, vigilance. The silence and stillness of midnight might feel suffocating, dense, and thick—heavy with foreboding. It might have you lying in bed, heart pounding, afraid of the dark.

Under the cloak of night, your hearing is heightened. Sounds startle you awake as you drowse. Your mind can ramp up: haunting memories, recriminations, regrets, and stuck thoughts keep you from your rest. Some “insights come up as well and sensations: the surge of adrenaline, pricklings on your neck. You might feel the weight of the dark bearing down on you or you notice movement in the shadows. Maybe you have the sense you’re being watched. Something lurks in the dark that’s imperceptible during the day. You might feel like you are not alone, and that subtle presence over your shoulder seems familiar. You wonder if it’s been there before, maybe even always. During the day, with music blaring and people talking, you just don’t perceive it. Ask what message all this has in store for you. Don’t reject what you hear. Don’t dismiss. Allow.

Night belongs to the spirits. –Proverb

About the Author:
Diane Riis is author of five books and owner of Earth and Soul Coaching and Publishing which works with Indie authors, writers and magical practitioners who want more joy in their lives. She is a metaphysical minister and witch offering spiritual direction (which is a process of reflecting on your journey and learning to observe how you participate in your personal spiritual framework.) She offers writing coaching and classes as well as High Vibe, Soul Deep writing workshops and retreats for women who understand the power of the collective. Rev. Dr. Diane owns and operates a remnant flower farm on Long Island, NY all the while raising dogs, cats, chickens and a boy.
Some writers do their best work at night. Rather than worry that you’re not getting enough sleep, let your insomnia be your writing prompt. Get up and listen to the night.
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Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Excerpt: Shadowed Horizons (The Guardians, #1) by Reily Garrett + giveaway

Shadowed Horizons 
(The Guardians, #1)
by Reily Garrett
May 13th 2022
Genres: Adult, Horror, Paranormal
Fate can have many paths. Which would you choose?

Kiera’s capacity to face death stems from training, begun when old enough to wield a knife. Befriended by wolves and raised by a group of psychic men sworn to protect humanity, she now faces mercenaries intent on reshaping the world using equal talents.

Prodigious keyboard skills and innate curiosity has led Wyatt McGlauklin to invent the unimaginable. He’s long since claimed status as the top computer science geek. Little do people know, there’s much more to Wyatt.

When a blonde spitfire steps out of nowhere to prevent his assassination, his life’s direction takes an extraordinary turn where his analytical mind can’t validate paranormal phenomena.

Fate decrees Kiera find her life partner, but she learns you don’t always get to choose whom you love. Wyatt’s arrival challenges destiny as they combine forces to preserve the world as they know it.

A must-read for fans of for fans of CM Sutter, Dale Mayer, Dean Koontz, LT Ryan, and Fiona Quinn.

Each flip of the key ring around his index finger tallied another reason to quit the world of high stake’s business. Work stemming from a far-fetched theory had taken form and flourished beyond his imagination.

Unlike the soundless steps of his bodyguard’s booted strides, Wyatt’s tennis shoes pealed squishy squeaks through the dimly lit parking garage.

“Adam, this does not make my list of top favorite places to visit. Next time I help an old college friend, maybe we could pick a drier day and find parking other than a creepy garage?”

A rat skittered across the floor in the shadows, its gimlet-eyed stare marking the intruders’ positions. Air redolent of filth, gas, and pizza from a nearby restaurant clogged Wyatt’s sinuses, reminiscent of the alley apartment occupied during college. Since those lean years, digital fluency and hard work had jettisoned him to the top of his field.

The clash of artificial dingy light and murky silhouettes added an ominous, prophetic feeling he couldn’t shake. Water stains mingled with shapeless apparitions to create fleeting two-dimensional monsters between vehicles, ready to attack unwary travelers.

He was not a fan of inkblot tests.

I haven’t been spooked like this in years.

Adam shrugged. “As far as security is concerned, it’s not an ideal location since the street side is open, but it is the closest available. Roadside parking leaves you too vulnerable. As much as you cherish you privacy, I’m surprised you offered to help him. Why couldn’t you do it over the net?”

“Hardware issues require hands-on assistance. He’s my ex-roommate. I felt sorry for him. Modern advances in technology left him in the dust.”

“Next time, suggest a meeting during daylight hours and a place of our choosing?”

Adam narrowed his eyes and tilted his head as if listening to a far-off sound. The combination spelled trouble. His steps slowed and adopted a deliberate edge even as his shoulders tightened in preparation to strike.

“A graveyard walk would be less creepy, and a proctologist’s exam more fun.” Sweat beaded Wyatt’s forehead despite the cool spring breeze drifting over the graffiti-covered knee wall.

“This place feels off to me. Let’s get the hell out of here—” Adam stopped, holding out his right arm to halt their progress.

Wyatt’s slip on a crudely patched piece of concrete necessitated his bodyguard’s steadying hand. Dirt and loose crumbles skittered underfoot, their audio report echoing off the walls.

“Watch your step, boss. No need to broadcast our location.”

“You know,” Wyatt muttered. “People think of me as a good analytical, concrete thinker. I guess whatever higher power gifted me with intuitive abilities for logistics and computers exacted a mental tariff—common sense.” His penchant for talking when nervous filled the quiet atmosphere.

“My instincts say trouble’s GPS has locked on. Stay close.”

The soft glide of his bodyguard’s gun from his shoulder rig compelled Wyatt to suck in chilled air that seared his lungs. Each step forward carried the expectation of death.

“Intuition is your best survival tool and seldom wrong. For an athletic geek, yours is pretty good.”

Wyatt didn’t argue the conciliatory assessment. Routine sparring with Adam revealed the bodyguard had reflexes that boggled the mind.

Sudden sharp beeps shattered the silence. A sequence of long and short chirps denoting binary code identified Wyatt’s caller. His heart rate shot into overdrive. Hair on his nape prickled as he fumbled the device. Swiping to ignore didn’t recall the audible beacon.

Massive pillars supported the five-story concrete structure that supplied parking space for the attached office building. Rounding one to his left, Wyatt stumbled as Adam snatched him sideways.

The colossal brute they almost bounced off had detached from the shadows with a stealth befitting a sixteenth century ninja. Colossal mass defied speed but personified malice with a savage gaze and gap-toothed smile.

“Jesus!” Wyatt’s split-second observation induced a rush of adrenaline with the hand holding his cell thrusting forward in self-protection. “Damn. You’re big.”

Deep chuckling inspired images of the worst villains in horror movies.

Brown hair pulled back in a ponytail swept the shoulder of the man bearing a gold tooth. A ridge of pitted, tanned skin separated the straight bushy unibrow deepening with a tilt of his head. Dark eyes retained terrible knowledge embracing and calculating endless methods for the most efficient kill.

After flicking a glance over the bodyguard in silent disregard, the brute’s appraisal raked Wyatt’s body head to toe. Thin lips widened in obvious glee.

“Time to meet your maker, prodigy.” He mimicked Wyatt’s sidestep in a lightning-fast move and knocked Adam’s gun from his hand. The pistol ricocheted under a nearby Toyota producing multiple tin-like clinks.

Time shattered into bits and pieces where each fractured instant unfurled another fragment of the ominous scene. Wyatt’s thoughts stuttered on a long blink.

About the Author:
Reily Garrett is a writer, mother, and companion to three long coat German shepherds. When not working with her dogs, she’s sitting at her desk with her fur kids by her side.

Author of chilling suspense and snarky romance, her stories span the distance of romantic thrillers, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. Regardless of genre, each book delves into a dark and twisted imagination yet is tempered with romance and a touch of humor.

Reviews by Kirkus Reviews, San Francisco Bay Review, and best describe her work:

"This could be James Patterson, Lee Child, and Tess Gerritsen rolled into one, but the dark, twisted methods used by the serial killer could surprise even those readers…” - San Francisco Bay Review

“…steamy, seductive police procedural…” -

“…well-researched thriller that remains romantically genuine throughout.” - Kirkus Review

Prior experience in the Military Police, private investigations, and as an ICU nurse gives her fiction a real-world flavor. Find Reily below.

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Monday, May 16, 2022

Excerpt: Of Legends and Roses (The Crowned Chronicles #1) by Ashley W. Slaughter + giveaway

Welcome to the book tour for Of Legends and Roses by Ashley W. Slaughter. Read on for details and the chance to win a fabulous giveaway! Oh and stay tuned for the release of the second installment in the series Of Deceit and Snow which comes out this November!

Of Legends and Roses (The Crowned Chronicles #1)

by Ashley W. Slaughter
August 31, 2021
Genre: YA Fantasy
A realm touched and forgotten by magic.
A young queen orphaned by disease.
A prince after her heart.

Queen Rosemary Avelia knows little about ruling a kingdom, and even less so about the ancient legends of her land. Since no one has been born Talented in centuries, she simply scoffs at the idea of magic. However, when the charming Prince Gryffin Danicio arrives just as her kingdom is under a deadly threat, he shows her that not all kingdoms of the Magian Peninsula have so quickly dismissed the legends of the Talented. Perhaps the Talented should not so easily be forgotten.

Of Legends and Roses is the first book in The Crowned Chronicles, a series following passionate and determined Queen Rosemary as she faces reign, love, the threat of war, and the mystifying world of the Talented.

I heard Zeke’s voice again. Point your blade downward.

With every emotion swirling through my head, I almost laughed; even in his absence, Zeke was trying to tell me what to do.

But I listened to him as I pushed up from the cobblestoned street and let the tip of my sword hang downward toward the ground. Don’t relax. I tried to feign fatigue, which really wasn’t too much of a challenge, but I kept my arms taut. Ready.

A wicked smile spread across my opponent’s face, and he strode forward, his weapon glinting in the sun, ready to strike.

Then, just before I was within his sword’s reach, I shot the tip of my blade upward, and I thrust my sword forward with every fiber of strength contained within me.

About the Author

Ashley W. Slaughter was born and raised in south Louisiana, among sugarcane fields lining the banks of the Mississippi River. She received her Bachelor’s Degree in Biology from the University of Louisiana at Monroe in 2018 and worked as a wildlife biologist before pursuing her career as an author. Writing has always been a passion of hers, as shown through her near-to-bursting manila folder of short stories she’d written throughout grade school, and the COVID-19 pandemic has allowed her to rediscover this passion. She enjoys hiking, kayaking, spending time with her husband and pets, and, of course, reading.

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Sunday, May 15, 2022

Excerpt: In the Midst of Magic by Christian Cura + giveaway

In the Midst of Magic
Christian Cura

June 4th, 2022
Genre: Fantasy
And if you wrong her, shall she not revenge?

Meet Kara Hartman, a photojournalist who is hiding her magic from the world. Traumatized by her brother’s death, she wants nothing more to do with magic. But just when she thought she could neglect her gift, it becomes apparent that the universe has other plans for Kara. When she discovers that an old foe has broken out of prison, hellbent on destroying her new life, Kara has no choice but to embrace the only power that can stop her.

John’s gauntlet rattled as he fired into the swirling maelstrom. Dying shrieks pierced the air and corpses littered the ground. The snow beneath the carnage was streaked with crimson. His pulse pounded faster than the bullets streaming from his gauntlet. Sweat trickled down the sides of his face. Armor weighed on him like an anchor. Blood splattered his visor. Who had summoned the demons, and why was the compound under attack? The questions screamed in his mind although there was no time to ponder the answers.

Magical fire and lightning flashed in every direction. Enforcers fought on the ground, in the air, in the towers. Smoke and clouds of flame swelled into the sky.

A proximity warning whined in his helmet, and he turned just in time to see a gargoyle whirling around, its tail clearing a wide swath in its wake. Lunging over it, he aimed and fired, but his gauntlet only clicked harmlessly. He landed in the snow with a grunt. Before he could rip a fresh magazine from his belt, the gargoyle roared and stomped toward him, the ground shuddering beneath its feet. John rolled away an instant before he was trampled. Scrambling to his feet, he summoned a mace then ducked beneath a swiping claw. He bludgeoned the gargoyle’s knee, revolted by the crack of bone. The demon moaned, the disfigured leg buckling beneath its weight. He struck the other knee, and the gargoyle collapsed, its back facing him. Seizing the moment of agony, he pounded the demon’s skull, and it fell sideways with a thud.

John panted as he released his mace and slapped a fresh magazine into his gauntlet. He aimed at the nearest demon, then froze as a burst of static made his ears twitch.

“Sir, did you dispatch a unit of armored vehicles?” an enforcer asked. A cold weight sank in his gut. “No, why?”

“I have a bird’s eye view of a whole caravan leaving the compound.”

What the hell?

“Stand by,” John said.

He cast a Flight Spell and let the sky swallow him as he zoomed toward the hangar in the north. Trundling through a blasted gate, was a train of armored trucks. They were bulky vehicles with tires designed to endure any kind of terrain. The windows were made of bulletproof glass, and machine guns were mounted on the rear of every truck.

But his enforcers couldn’t be the ones driving them because they were all out here fighting. With a growing sense of dread, he muttered, “Magnify and x-ray.”

The nearest truck became nothing but a wireframe as his tactical visor identified five rogues equipped with enforcer armor and weaponry. He scanned truck after truck, all of them occupied with rogues.

His heart sank. How did they get out? Why were they driving away? Didn’t they know the ward would kill them? But ten trucks had already crossed the perimeter where the electrocution ward should have been. Tremors ran up his spine. Someone had tampered with the ward. Someone had set the rogues free while the enforcers were distracted with the demons. But why?

He splayed his fingers, interwove them, then curled them into claws as he turned his palms to face one another. “Elektrios,” he said his voice wavering.

A glowing fractal wove itself into a dome over the whole compound as an unlucky driver smashed into it, the truck exploding into flames. The caravan halted.

Within moments, auras glowed within the remaining vehicles. Although his ward held steady for now, it wouldn’t endure forever, not against the will of fifteen hundred rogues.

John commanded ten enforcers to maintain the ward at all cost, then summoned a squad of fifteen officers to his aid.

Within seconds, they were soaring in a ‘V’ formation over the wilderness, veering south as the stolen vehicles rolled through the forest. Although the enforcers were severely outnumbered, the majority of the escaped rogues hadn’t wielded magic in over a year. Which meant their stamina was gone. That’s why they stole the vehicles rather than flew. That’s why they stole the weapons and armor. That was also the reason why the rogues didn’t want a direct conflict with the enforcers.

Well, too bad. They were getting one.

With both fists punched forward, he flew toward the rear vehicle coming under instant gunfire. Sparks leaped from his armor, and cracks webbed across his visor. The dulled impact of bullets tingled his arms, shoulders, and head. He summoned lightning and struck the rogue behind the machine gun. His body convulsed as wisps of smoke curled in the air. An agonized scream tore through the sky.

The roof hatch sprang open, and a rogue took aim at him.

Evading in a tight corkscrew motion, bullets grazed John’s armor. Lightning jumped from his fingertips, and the rogue screamed. His head disappeared beneath the roof of the vehicle. John accelerated until he was directly above the roof hatch and blasted a steady stream of electricity into the cabin. Orange light flickered from the windows amid a chorus of agonized cries. Bolts of lightning slithered beneath the hood, and the engine burst into flames.

John squinted, turning his face away as a wave of heat enveloped him.

About the Author

Christian Cura is a new author who also has a background in graphic design. He graduated from George Mason University with a Bachelor’s Degree in Art and Visual Technology. Inspired by the likes of Tolkien, J.K. Rowling, and Robert Jordan, it has always been a dream of his to write and publish a novel of his own. In 2019, he achieved that goal with his first book Dreams of Fire. His most recent work, Temple of Ice, is perhaps his most notable achievement, garnering four and five-star reviews on Amazon. He currently lives in Northern Virginia where he continues to write while procrastinating on finding an actual job. When Cura is not writing he can be found creating artwork or getting beaten up at his MMA gym.

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Thursday, May 12, 2022

Spring's Calling Seasons of Magic Book 1 by Sarah Biglow

Do you love urban fantasy?

Are strong leading ladies your jam?

Do you enjoy a good supernatural mystery?

Then you'll love the Seasons of Magic series.

For every season there is a Savior…and for every Savior a destiny.

When a series of brutal crimes lands in her lap, newly-minted Detective Ezri Trenton sets out to prove to herself and her non-magical partner she can handle the investigations. And when members of the magical community lose their magic, Ezri scrambles to unearth the how and why. The deeper she digs, the more evidence mounts that dark magic is behind each case. Every step forward threatens her resolve, making her question her title of Savior of the magical community. But when darkness reigns, can she stand as a beacon of light? Or will she make the ultimate sacrifice to defend her world?

Seasons of Magic is a completed four-book series that combines elements of urban fantasy and supernatural suspense to tell the story of one woman destined to save the world. Ezri's journey began four years ago here on Kickstarter and I thought it only fitting to come back to create these beautiful hardcover editions!

Book 1 was published in hardcover in 2021. This campaign aims to fund production of books 2-4 in the series in hardcover. You will get your copies at least 6 months before they go live on retailers.

Spring's Calling (Seasons of Magic Book 1)
by Sarah Biglow
Genre: Urban Fantasy Mystery
Ezri would give up her magic to solve her mother’s murder.

When a series of brutal murders lands in her lap, newly-minted Detective Ezri Trenton sets out to prove to herself and her mundane partner she can handle the investigation. The deeper she digs; the more evidence mounts that dark magic is behind the killings. Ezri knows traditional police work won’t be enough to stop the spree, but she can’t risk revealing the magical world.

As the clock ticks ever closer to the Vernal Equinox and the prophecy that’s plagued her since childhood, Ezri must greet her destiny head on. Will she solve the murders and uncover the truth about her mother’s death, or will she lose the life she’s built for herself in the process?

SPRING'S CALLING is the mesmerizing first novel in the Seasons of Magic Urban Fantasy series..

Get SPRING'S CALLING and delve into the magic today.

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Summer's Stolen (Seasons of Magic Book 2)

Autumn's Legacy (Seasons of Magic Book 3)

Winter's Reckoning (Seasons of Magic Book 4)

About the Author
Website-FB-TwitterUSA Today bestselling author Sarah Biglow is a lawyer, tv addict, wife and mother.

She is the author of the Seasons of Magic urban fantasy series and three paranormal series co-written with Molly Zenk.

Sarah writes cozy mysteries under the penname S.E. Biglow.

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