Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Get Jessica FREE 10/31 and 11/1

Just in time for Halloween, my publisher decided to give my readers a little surprise! Jessica is a spooky short story available exclusively on Amazon  and on 10/31 and 11/1, you can get your copy for FREE!  As an added bonus, the story includes a sneak peek and my new YA fantasy novel, Morrigan, due to be released sometime in November. Check out the blurb below and be sure to pick up a FREE copy to help celebrate the season!

Wilbur was used to going to his college formals alone. He thought the Halloween Ball would be no different. He’s amazed when a beautiful girl in a Victorian costume displays an interest in him and even more amazed to find himself alone with her on one of the campus nature trails.

What Wilbur doesn’t realize is that another woman has her eye on him too. The White Lady returns every Halloween to take revenge on the men of the campus for her brutal murder. She has chosen Wilbur as her next victim.

Blessed Samhain!

Pagan Writres Press Birthday Bash Winners

 The winner of the Morrigan Giveaway is #33
  • Name: Lisa Markson 
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 The winner of the Guardians Prize Pack #2 is
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 The winner of the S Marie Essentials Jewelry is #335
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 The winner of the Morrigan's Enchantment Bath Salts from The Sisters Elemental is #255
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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Free Blogger Event - iPad Mini Giveaway

iPad Mini Holiday Event

Hosted by Mom to Bed by 8
Prizes: iPad Mini
Event dates: 11/21 - 12/5

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Saturday, October 27, 2012

Free Blogger Event - Wii U Giveaway Event

Choice Your U Event

Prizes: Wii U Console {2 units = 1 a month}
Event dates: 11/2-11/30 & 12/2-12/30

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Friday, October 26, 2012

Book Spotlight & Guest Post by Ashley Rae - Author of Not My Mother

Ashley Rae has a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from the University of Central Florida and resides with her precious 3 year old in gorgeous Sarasota, FL.  She leads weekend retreats for psychics, kids, and writers, and teaches workshops on using writing as a self-healing tool, developing intuition, and about The Incredible Vagina, which is simply the best title anyone has ever come up with for any class, ever. She is presently working on her second memoir, tentatively titled “Sentence Interrupted: Memoir of a Moody Mama.” Also a professional psychic, energy healer, and a Love-Your-Life Coach, there is plenty to check out on her website at

Not My Mother: A Memoir
Genre: Memoir/Non-Fiction
Release Date: July 13, 2012
By the age of twelve, Ashley Rae had survived incest, child abuse, and the deaths of both her biological parents. Born to Baptists but raised by Buddhists, Rae found peace and healing on a Pagan spiritual path while obtaining her college degree and starting the career of her dreams.

Rae thought the hardships in her life were over...until she lost her job, started a new relationship, and found out she was pregnant with another man's child all in the same week. Terrified of cesarean surgery, Rae vowed to give birth to her child at home – but first, she had to find one.

Alternately haunting, humorous, and heart-warming, Not My Mother: A Memoir follows Rae over a nine-month quest to break her family's generational pattern of abuse and victimhood in order to become for her unborn child the mother she had always wanted for herself.

From the moment Dad rushed us through the dark living room, too quickly for me to see her body, I'd been looking for my mother.  Even after her funeral in Virginia, I kept looking for my mother.  She came to me in my dreams and told me it had all been a mistake, and she wasn't really dead at all.  I'd wake up and jump out of bed in a hurry to continue our conversation, then freeze and fold in half, hyperventilating as reality hit me.
At twenty-two, I had not yet explored how the violence that I couldn't remember witnessing affected my life and my relationships.  Ike died when I was five.  Mom hated him.  His mom loved him.  I, on the other hand, had never given myself permission to have feelings about this man who'd loved me and killed my mother. Until I saw him staring back at me through my mirror in the flickering light of a white candle.

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Topic: Self-Healing for the Wounded Mama

When I was pregnant, I knew that I wanted to be a loving, nurturing, respectful mother.  I was terrified that I would be abusive, like my mother had been, so I set myself on a nine month quest to understand and forgive my mother.  On the way, I learned how to re-parent myself.

I wrote all about that quest in my first book, Not My Mother: A Memoir.  But here, today, I want to focus just on the re-parenting aspect.

Raise your hand if you can vividly remember a time your own mother left you feeling powerless and hurting.

*raises hand

Everyone is raising a hand, right?

Even the best mamas lose their tempers and lash out at some point.  Then, the best mamas realize what they've done, and apologize to the ones they hurt, giving extra nourishment and love to help heal that damage.

Even if our moms didn't do that for us, we can do it for ourselves.  And we can start doing it for our children.

We can relive the most painful memories of our childhood and we can comfort ourselves, the mothers we are today comforting and healing the little girls we once were.

And when we need comforting as adults, we can let Mother Earth cradle us, rock us, soothe us, as She pulls all our fear, anger, guilt, doubt, pain into Her and transmutes it into energy that nourishes us all.

When I was the most depressed and out of control, I didn't feel like a loving mother.  I didn't feel capable of nourishing my child all by myself.  When I caught myself screaming like my mother, or saying something disempowering and cruel to my child, or to myself, I would give myself a time out to breath deeply and calm myself down.  I went outside if I could.  I asked the pure, unconditional love of the Goddess, The Earth Mother, to fill me, heal me, and to use my body to nourish and heal my child.

I didn't call the Goddess into me often, at first.  I felt silly, undeserving.  But I noticed that when I did call Her into me, the bond between my child and I would feel stronger.  My child's mood would mellow out, as would mine.  We'd sleep better, and be more affectionate.

And then I realized that the Sacred Mother had been inside me all along.

I wasn't pulling Her into me from the earth or the moon.  I was finding that spark of unconditional love inside my soul and allowing it to expand until it filled my heart.

Every time I found that place inside myself, the path to it grew shorter and easier to travel.  I used that unconditional love to see my mother as the wounded child that she was, and I felt compassion for her.  I forgave her.  I looked through the eyes of the Mother at the wounded child that I was, and I forgave myself for lashing out, for making mistakes, for hurting myself and my child. 

The Mother within me took the Maiden within me into her arms, cuddled her, rocked her, stroked her hair and wipes tears from her cheeks.  The Mother I was held the broken child I had been and gave her the love and comfort that she deserved.  “I love you,” She whispered.  “You are precious to me.  I'm sorry.  I love you.”


Ashley Rae is also hosting two giveaways! The rafflecopter codes are below if you would like to enter!
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Pagan Writers Birthday Bash - Morrigan Giveaway

Morrigan Blurb-Coming November 2012 from Pagan Writers Press
Shuffled from place to place in the foster system, Morrigan doesn't know the meaning of home. Plus, she is different. She has power over fire, the ability to move objects with her mind, and glimpse into the future. Just when she believes her life can’t get any stranger, she discovers her true identity.

Filtiarn, a knight with a dark past and a surprising secret, has been tasked with guiding the heir of Tír na NÓg through countless perils to be returned to her family. Once Morrigan has been reunited with her mother and grandmother, their triad can save the forgotten land of magic from being devoured by an ancient evil.


“Guardians!” A low snarl emanated from the back of his throat. “What are you doing with Guardians?”
“Stop it! Sit down!”
Morrigan wasn’t sure who she was addressing, the man or the animals. Luckily, they both obeyed her command. She stepped in between them to avoid any further confrontations. The cats took a seat on either side her legs, but their posture hardly relaxed. They still glared warily at the newcomer, even though their hisses died down to an occasional soft growl.

“Dirty, filthy beasts!” Tiarn snarled as he climbed to his feet. “I hate Guardians.”

“They’re just little cats,” Morrigan told him. “What’s the big deal?”

“Just cats! Hah!” He was standing at a careful distance, even though they had started licking their paws nonchalantly. “They are much more than simple cats! Though even those I find distasteful.”
Morrigan narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Never mind. It does not matter.” Tiarn dismissed her question with a wave of his hand. “They are not coming with us."

“They most certainly are coming!”

Tiarn growled again. “I beg to differ with you, Your Highness. They would only get in the way. Possibly even get killed.”

Danu raised her head from her grooming to hiss at him again, as though she had taken that last statement as a personal threat. The strange reaction of her faithful sidekicks made Morrigan wonder again just how much Tiarn could be trusted. She also wondered why, when she wasn’t sure she could trust him, she still felt the undeniable urge to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him.

“If they stay here alone, they’ll definitely get killed or at least sent to the pound,” Morrigan told him. “I can’t let that happen. So, they’re coming. End of story.”
Tiarn’s eyes flashed dangerously, and he looked like he wanted to argue, but thought better of it. “Very well, Princess. Bring your mongrel felines. Just keep in mind that Guardians and lycans do not mix well.” 
“Lycans?” Morrigan repeated.

A sick feeling started to settle in her stomach, as the truth of his words sunk in. It all started to make sense—his hairy arms and chest, his reaction to the cats, even his earlier comment about smelling her out. Her dark knight had a much darker side than she had ever seen in her dreams.

“Why yes, Your Majesty. Did you not realize? You are a witch and a sorceress. And I, your faithful traveling companion, am a lycan—a werewolf.”

Laura “Luna” DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and four children. She loves writing in the young adult genre because it keeps her young at heart.  In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the sole author of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years.  Her current works include Destiny, Destiny Unveiled, Phantom, and Morrigan.

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Since we couldn't stand to see the party end, we decided to put together one last prize pack. This one is Morrigan themed and pretty much all the prizes were either things in the book or inspired by it.  It will include a signed copy of the book, but we don't have them yet so its not included in the photo. It also includes a smudge stick and abalone shell, three crystal points, incense, incense holder, Morrigan's enchantment bath salts created by The Sisters Elemental, and a triquetra pendant. This giveaway is open worldwide and will end on 10/31/12. To enter just fill out the rafflecopter form below.

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Pagan Writers Birthday Bash - Guardian Angels Giveaway #2

Because we aren't quite ready for the Pagan Writers Press Birthday Bash to end, Andrew P Weston has decided to offer up yet another fantastic prize pack! This one includes a signed copy of Guardian Angels - Unisex t-shirt - Baseball cap - meditation heart-stone and vanilla natural oil soap. This giveaway is open worldwide and will end on 10/31/12. To enter just fill out the rafflecopter form below.

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In a series of terrifying events, otherworldly beings intervene to save innocent lives. The world community reacts with relief as they realize that angels may in fact exist, and they are diligently protecting us.

But there are those who would seek to stop what they feel is a threat against their livelihoods. How far will some go to battle the Guardians? Is the fairy tale over before it even begins?

Guardian Angels is a powerful and compelling story about the catalyst that has the power to unite society in the hope for a better future. The spark of hope is fragile—can it last?


About the Author

Andrew P Weston was born in the city of Birmingham, UK and grew up in the towns of Bearwood and Edgbaston, eventually attending Holly Lodge Grammar School for Boy’s where he was School Captain and Head Boy.
He was an active sportsperson for the school and a variety of rugby, martial art, swimming, and athletics teams throughout the city.
On graduation in 1977, he joined the Royal Marines and served in a number of roles both in the UK and abroad.
In 1985 he joined the Devon & Cornwall Constabulary, serving as a police officer in a variety of uniformed and plain clothed departments until his retirement in 2008.
Over those years, he wrote and illustrated a selection of private books for his children regarding the life of a tiny kitten, called, “The Adventures of Willy Whiskers”, gained further qualifications in Law and Religious Studies, was an active member of Mensa and continued to be an active sportsperson, providing lessons free of charge to local communities.
An unfortunate accident received on duty meant Andrew had to retire early from the police force, but after moving to the sunny Greek island of Kos to speed up his recuperation, he was at last able to devote time to the “Guardian Concept” he had developed over his years in the military and police.
When not writing, Andrew enjoys Greek dancing and language lessons, being told what to do by his wife, Annette, and hunting shadows in the dark. He has not managed to catch any yet, but is sure he came close on 2 occasions.

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Guardian print copies and e-books are available on Amazon.

Forbidden Forest Promo Blitz

Title: The Legends of Regia: Forbidden Forest
Author: Tenaya Jayne
Pages: 236
Genre: YA Fantasy Romance

Book Blurb
Born in shame. Cast from society. Shape Shifter/Elf hybrid, Forest must fight for any respect she can get. Targeted in her youth by a vampire noble who placed an illegal slave mark on her, she is forced to obey him, no matter what.

Slipping the grip of her master and abandoning the prejudice of Regia, her native world, Forest takes a job on Earth, guarding the portal, using her skills as a warrior to enforce Regia's laws. Now, called home for a black ops mission, Forest must put aside her own prejudice to transport the vampire prince, Syrus, through enemy territory in a time of war.  

Prince Syrus, mage and master of the Blood Kata, wants Forest more than he's ever wanted anything. In spite of their mutual mistrust, their attraction cannot be denied. Through the danger of their mission, and the secrets they both keep, it doesn't matter what they feel. Forest is forbidden.   

About Tenaya Jayne
Hello. My name's Tenaya and I'm an addict. I mean author. When I was growing up, writing was just something I played at from time to time. I knew I wanted to be a writer, but I was one of those people who could never finish anything. When my eldest son was diagnosed with Autism, I began to write seriously. Writing became a necessity for me in the midst of my heartbreak. It was either that or take up drinking. I 'm thankful I chose writing as my escape because I discovered it truly is my thing. I want to be swept away when I read. That's what I want my books to do for you.The main goal of my writing is to entertain you. I want to help you escape everyday life for a little while. I hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy sharing them with you!

I have a wonderful husband and two beautiful sons. I'm an advocate for Autism awareness, and women trapped in abusive relationships. I try to always look on the bright side and help others do so too. I've lived many places but I currently reside in Missouri. I love reading, indie and foreign films, gardening, and moody music. 

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Forest pressed her back against the cool concrete wall, wanting to remain aloof from the entity of the crowd. She chose her position in the shadows, out of the paths of the roving, multi-colored spotlights. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the undulating human pheromones flying around on the air. At the beginning of every shift, she allowed herself a few minutes of this alien/human experience, though she didn't fully comprehend the combination of dancing, drinking, and ear-breaking sound waves. They loved it, however, and never seemed to deviate from the recipe.
 These were the people she was sworn to protect. She had developed a light affection for the human race and considered them a benign, if not slightly silly, bunch of creatures. Her religious passion for her job was rooted in hatred of that which harmed the humans, not a superhero tendency to protect the weak. 

Forest opened her eyes and focused all her senses to sniff out the illegal suckers that tried to sneak through the portal. She was in the zone tonight, and not for the first time did she feel that hers was the best job in existence. It was a shame she couldn’t legally kill suckers in her native world.
 Over the next two hours, Forest didn’t move from the wall. She monitored the light traffic through the portal: two shifters and one elf, each of which nodded to her respectfully as they passed. Yawn. The shifters left the club to enjoy the delights of Austin’s nightlife elsewhere. 

The elf would have been breaking Regia’s law had he left the club, but he dutifully seated himself at the bar and ordered a fuzzy navel. He wore a plaid, porkpie hat, pulled down over the tops of his pointed ears. Forest didn’t know him personally, but she had seen him in here before. The bartender surveyed him with narrowed eyes as the elf nervously tugged his hat down further and ordered a few more girly cocktails. 

Intent on making sure that not one sucker was able to sneak past her, Forest was blindsided by the drunk bubba who had been trying to catch her eye for the last twenty minutes. He had finally decided to stagger over to hit on her. 

“Hey babe, you’re too beautiful to look so lonely. How’s ‘bout I buy you a drink?”

“How’s ‘bout I call you a cab instead?” Forest mimicked his drawl. 

“Only if you share it with me, Darlin.” He leaned in closer, and Forest’s throat began to sting from the noxious fume of booze mixed with his natural musk. 

“While I appreciate the offer, Jethro, It seems only right to inform you that I’m not actually attractive at all. If you leaned in a little closer, you’d see that you’ve fallen victim to the effect of beer goggles. A hag like me can’t take advantage of a stud like you.”

As he leaned in, Forest instantly enlarged her nose, pockmarked her skin, evaporated her front teeth, and added a large black mole with a long hair sprouting from it for good measure.

 “You’re no hag, baby! You’re the sexiest little thing in…I…uh… ” He stumbled backward. “Good grief! Sorry, sorry…” he stammered, retreating. “I’ve gotta quit drinking,” he mumbled as he turned away.

Forest chuckled to herself once he absorbed back into the crowd. Being a shape shifter sometimes had unusual perks