Creed of Anu Book Trailer || World Premiere!

World premiere sounds fancy, doesn’t it? Dang right! This is a badass trailer! Jason Vollario at Platinum Footage has created yet another brilliant piece!!


Let me know in the comments what you think! And don’t forget the trilogy giveaway happening on my other post.




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The Greatest Love Story…

The Last SeasonThe Last Season by Eric Blehm

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Every once in a while a story comes along and does all the right things. I think readers, in a way, are hunters. We read book after book because we yearn to be lost in a world, to find ‘that’ book, to feel things we didn’t know we could feel. The Last Season does that and more. This is truly one of the greatest books I have read. I can’t imagine anyone else writing Morgenson’s story and doing it justice the way Blehm has. It’s a special story and one that will forever haunt me in a bittersweet way.
I find myself emotionally and mentally obsessing over Randy Morgenson’s ‘last season’ and have felt that slight shift in life that happens when you read a book like this. I’m so grateful to have read this and can’t recommend it enough.
Who knew that such a great and tragic love story could be between a man and a mountain.

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I stumbled upon this book while researching for my project I’m working on and man oh man… I seriously LOVE LOVE LOVE this story. Warning: make sure you have a tissue box near by

The Bohemian Grove Trilogy – Lots’o’info



Check back here throughout the month of May! We’ll be releasing the cover for the final book in the Bohemian Grove trilogy, which is due out this Winter! Are you excited? What do you think is going to happen in the last book? Will Carter end up with Jack? with William? Or will her path take her somewhere else entirely?

What do you think Nibiru will be like? Are you excited about seeing a new planet?

The book trailer will also be coming out soon too! Let’s see if we can top off Sun Gate!

Sun Gate – Book Trailer

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The Writing Process Blog Tour

I was tagged by the fabulous Ms. Gini Koch for this writing process blog tour – and well, when amazing authors like that tag you in something then you jump, jump, jump! I’m feel pretty dang cool, by the way. I felt pretty relieved after reading Gini’s blog post. It’s nice to hear a successful veteran author have the feelings about the writing process that she does. Seriously, check her post out – it’s fantastic!



So we tag 3 authors – besides me, Marsheila Rockwell and T.L. Smith were tagged and definitely check out their posts that went up today. And then I tagged my fabulous author friends, Ronald C. Tobin, Deena Remiel, and P.J. Hulstrand. So make sure to check their writing process blogs next Monday, the 17th!


And now… the moment we’ve all been waiting for (sort of? not really?) Here are the questions that I was asked to answer.

1) What are you working on?

My sanity. Okay – sort of working on my sanity. Meaning – I’m just trying to juggle the craziness that is my life. But I’m guessing  they mean books. Well… I just finished up The Melanie King Affair and it’s currently with my editor. So, I jumped right back into Apocalypse – Undead Winter, which has become a thorn in my side. Don’t get me wrong, I love it – I love it because of how much my readers love it. But this has been one of the most challenging projects I’ve ever worked on. This girl is definitely celebrating once it’s officially complete.

2) How does your work differ from others of its genre?

I write in several different genres. What I write, usually doesn’t fit too snuggly in those genres either. As far as how is it different? One of the things that I try to do is to take the reader on a journey themselves. It’s not only about my characters but the person reading it. Whether I’m writing Women’s Fiction or Horror or Sci-Fi  I try to accomplish one main thing, to make the reader think. I’m personally a reader before I’m a writer and my favorite books to read are ones that leave me contemplating long after the last page has turned. So I try to do the same thing in my books.

My characters are flawed and sometimes not even likable – but they’re real. In fact, I think that’s what people like. One of the most evil characters I’ve ever written has turned into a favorite among my readers. My heroin makes mistakes, my antagonists have their own story, and in the end I want people to realize that no matter what we think of people, that ultimately none of us are perfect and we shouldn’t strive to be, because that’s what makes us amazing.

I wrote about a woman who cheated on her husband and put her career before her daughter – someone like that would be easy to hate and think negatively about. But that’s not what happens. Though the reader may have hated her actions, in the end I think a lot of them walked away with some empathy. And then the characters we think are fantastic right off end up not being who we thought they were. I guess for me, I like the journey to be psychological more than anything. I think that’s where I’m different.

3) Why do you write what you do?

Author Sharon Skinner explains this much better than I do. (Click here to listen to her talk about her own writing process) But I really don’t have a choice in what I write. It’s what ever comes to me. If someone told me to sit down and write a fantasy story about a wizard I wouldn’t be able to do it. The best way for me to say it is this; I can only bring to the table what my muse gives to me. Undead Winter, Alice Hill, and Moonlight came to me in a dream. The Bohemian Grove trilogy was inspired by a single song. Clusters was inspired by a show I heard on the radio. So whatever happens, happens. I just hope my muse never goes silent.

4) How does your writing process work?

I don’t have a writing process. I honestly don’t even know what this is. I sit down and just start writing. I have no control over it – the story just writes itself. There were times I was just as surprised by an outcome in a story as my readers were. It wasn’t until I was halfway through writing a scene that I even realize what was happening. The only thing I know I have to do is write linear. That’s why I’m struggling so much with The Apocalypse is because I’ve written so many sections of it that now I just have to piece it together like a puzzle. It’s a process and I’m definitely growing through it. I guess that’s what a process is?


I hope you enjoyed this blog post – it’s a bit different from what I normally do. If you like it then please share and leave in the comments what you think!

Author Bio’s, Blog Tour Date March 17th:

Deena Remiel : My name is Deena Remiel, and I am an author of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and romantic suspense. I also teach language arts to middle schoolers. I belong to RWA national and the Desert Rose Chapter of RWA, where there are outstanding people writing fabulous stories. I grew up in Philadelphia, home of the most amazing soft pretzels, oh and the Liberty Bell. It was incredible to be living there during its Bicentennial celebration. My husband and I began our own family in New Jersey, but just a few short years ago, Arizona called to my spirit and tempted my husband with much better weather! We moved our family, and the rest is history, or the present, as the case may be! These are a few of my favorite things: writing and reading of course, chocolate, music with lyrics or melodies that speak to me, soaking baths, singing in the shower, dancing with my buds, romantic dancing with my hubbie, scrapbooking, watching my girls enjoy what they love to do, and laughing at jokes. I love talking with fans, so contact me at

PJ. Hulstrand: PJ Hultstrand has been a graphic designer for 24 years; Book Publisher with 60+ books published since 2009; Publicist for Arizona authors; Managing Editor of The WOD Newspaper/Webzine; Radio Interviewer- KWOD Radio; Event Coordinator – WOD Media; and Author of Time Conquers All fiction series and Marketing non-fiction books. (She also likes to leap tall buildings when she damn well wants to!) Readers’ Cubby Blog –

Clusters Teaser

Here’s a sneak into the story. Ethan Franco (who doesn’t like to be addressed by his first name) is a journalist who has stumbled across stranger than strange cases of the missing. The more answers he tries to find, the more questions he has —

This story I’m writing is really hitting home for me. As the cover says, it’s based on actual events. I’ve read hundreds of cases of the missing and the more I read, the more mysterious they do become. One thing the cases don’t show is the depth and feelings behind the missing. I wanted to bring them to life, so-to-speak, – their stories are ones that people need to hear. So, I’m sharing them in the best way I know how – as a story teller.

Ethan Franco is a journalist with tough skin. But there’s another part to him, one that he rarely shows to the outside world. It’s in moments that he is by himself, doing what he does best – observing and investigating – that we see who he really is. This is one of those rare moments and one that is making me really like this character I’m writing. He is flawed and he is real in so many ways. I think many of us will see a part of us in this man when you read him in my book.

I hope you enjoy this teaser!



He walked over to the kitchen table where two chairs faced each other on either side and noticed the one chair had wear around the seat while the other didn’t. Lorraine’s chair, he decided. When he walked over to the other chair he noticed, for the first time, in faded crayon, the name, “Tyler” in the handwriting of a young child. Franco frowned as he ran his thumb involuntarily over the boy’s name. This was Tyler’s chair, the only thing left of him after the seven years since his disappearance.

For whatever reason, Lorraine had gotten rid of all signs of Tyler, except for his chair at the breakfast table. Franco imagined her sitting every morning, for the past seven years, across from Tyler’s empty chair. That was her moment to connect, her moment not to forget. Franco felt like he was intruding on personal thoughts of Lorraine’s he was never meant to have. Yet, he couldn’t pull himself away.

The sadness that enveloped him was overwhelming but he wanted to feel it, let it engrain into himself. He could almost picture the boy sitting there, eating his bowl of cereal and talking to his aunt. In the depth of the sadness and despair Franco could also feel the love that left it’s residual effect in this tiny corner of a home that no one ever paid attention to.

Franco tucked Tyler’s chair back under the table and gave the kitchen one final look before he finally headed out of the home, an emptiness heavy in his heart.

Strange Cases of the Missing

I’m knee deep in research for Clusters right now. (I’m simultaneously writing Clusters and Masochists) I came across these two cases and needed to share it with you guys.

In 2002, twenty year old Christopher Tompkins, worked with three others on a surveying crew. While walking behind his co-workers on the side of an isolated forested road in Georgia, Christopher disappeared into thin air. Within minutes, his co-workers were searching the area where they last saw Chris. On the ground, they found one of his boots, some change from his pockets, and his tools. A few yards away, a small piece of his pants was found torn on the top of a barbed-wire fence about eight feet above the shoulder of the road. The other side of the barbed wire fence was private property composed of deep forest, swamp, and small rivers. One year later, Christopher’s other boot was located on the other side of the fence by the land owner.

The evidence seems to indicate that something turned Christopher upside down and carried him over the barbed wire fence. What could have done that? It must have had incredible speed, stealth, and the strength to carry a man over an eight foot fence in a matter of a few seconds. Also, consider that the attack took a high level of strategic planning. Christopher was the last in line behind two other men. Something was watching him, tracking him, getting into position, and moving with calculated precision. Christopher was hit so hard his boot came off! Why didn’t Chris yell out? Why didn’t the men walking fifty feet in front of him hear or see anything? What the hell could have done this?


This is the one that really gets to me ;

In 1969, Dennis Martin was almost seven years old. He was hiking and camping with his family on the Appalachian Trail inside the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. They started their day at Russell Field and hiked approximately two miles to Spence Field. While relaxing near a shelter, Dennis’ father watched Dennis duck behind a bush while playing hide and seek with a group of other children. At 4:30 pm, when Dennis did not come out from his hiding place, his father got up to look for him. Dennis was gone.

The search for Dennis began within five minutes of his disappearance. His grandfather ran down the rugged five mile trail to park headquarters to alert authorities. By 8:30 PM, a full scale search was underway for Dennis. During the next few weeks and months, thousands of people would scour the entire area looking for Dennis. Helicopters were brought in, base camps were set up, military personnel and Green Berets were used, and the FBI was monitoring the search.

After months of searching, the only possible sign of Dennis that was ever reported was a shoe print. Years later, after the search ended, there was an unconfirmed sighting of a child’s skeleton. Officially, this is where the story ends.

However, at approximately 5:30 PM on the day of the disappearance, about an hour after Dennis went missing, the Key family was in another area of the park about eight miles away called Cades Cove. They were hiking along the Rowans River when they heard what was described as a loud, unearthly scream coming from the woods. When they turned to look, they saw what was described by the press as an “unkept man”, “wild-man”, “bear”, or “man in a bear suit” darting between the trees trying to hide from the Key family. What the press did not report but was later confirmed by the Key family, was that the “bear-man” was carrying something over its shoulder that looked like a child.

Even more puzzling, the FBI did not believe this had anything to do with Dennis even though the Green Berets then closed down the entire area and started their own search completely separate from the ongoing search for Dennis. The Martin family was informed of the Key family sighting after reading it in the newspaper during the search for Dennis. In an effort to prove it might be connected, Dennis’ father and a park ranger made the trip on foot from Spence Field to the Cades Cove area in time to make it a possibility.



Make It Into My Next Book – Share Your Supernatural Story!

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Teaser from Chapter 1

The call came in around midnight, startling Franco from his reverie. The shrill sound echoed through the silent cabin ominously. When he picked up the phone Sheriff Moore spoke quickly and effectively while Franco mindlessly stared at the thirsty looking Ficus in the corner of the room.

“We found him about twenty minutes ago, he’s alive.”

Within seconds, Franco was pouncing down the front steps and into his truck. He wasn’t surprised by the flurry of activity at the Miller’s home. Red and blue lights reflected off the canopy of tree’s that surrounded the lone cabin house and sheriff officers stood near the front steps, talking quietly to each other.

Sheriff Moore greeted Franco at the front door.

“It’s strange,” Moore said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

As Franco stepped into the small living room he saw the boy sitting on the living room sofa wrapped in an afghan with his grandmother’s arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. The boy’s grandfather stood off to the side of the room, nearly blending in to the wall with his eyebrows pinched in confusion.

“Where was he?” Franco whispered to Moore.

“Just standing on the goddamn trail.”

“The trail?”

“The trail by the river about half a mile from here.”

“How’s that possible? We combed every inch within a three-mile radius.”

“That’s not the strange part.” Moore lowered his voice even further. “He looked perfectly fine. As if he had gone missing just a few minutes before.”

“I don’t understand,” Franco said.

“Not a scratch on him. Not a speck of dirt. Nothing.”

“How’s that possible?” Franco asked, though he knew he would get no answers. He looked at the boy’s grandmother for the first time, really looked at her, and saw the etching around her eyes had gotten even deeper than before. She had aged ten years in just the week that her grandson had been missing.

“What’s the kid saying?” Franco asked.

“Some crazy story that doesn’t make any sense.”

Franco thought back to the other children and people who had been found. Of the few that were found, none remembered their story. Not a single one.

“So there’s a story, that’s new.”

Moore nodded. Although their relationship had gotten off to a rocky start, the Sheriff had come to trust Franco. It was almost as if he had forgotten that Franco was a journalist.

“It’s new alright.” Moore took a deep, heavy breath before continuing on. He seemed to shrink in size before Franco’s eyes. “He said he was taken to a cave and was asked –”

“Was asked to what?” Franco urged the Sheriff on.

“I’m not really sure.”

“By whom?”

The Sheriff responded with a shrug. In the six months that Franco had worked with Sheriff Moore he had never seen him become flustered – even through the cases that would ruffle any seasoned officer.

Franco shifted his focus to the boy now, who was explaining to his grandmother about a ladder that he wasn’t allowed to climb out of. Her face had lost all it’s pallor as she listened to her beloved grandson share his ordeal. It was what he said next that sent a shiver up Franco’s spine, the sentence that would forever change his life and haunt him forever.

The boy turned to his grandmother with eyes that didn’t belong to a five year old. They were deep set and old, as if they sat on the face of a ninety year old — eyes that had seen too much. “I didn’t like my other grandma. I don’t care that she looked like you, I didn’t like her and I don’t want her to come back.”

Clusters Preview


Case #1

Northern Washington. Lorraine is the aunt of Tyler and she’s watching him and his dog for the weekend while Tyler’s parents are out of town. Tyler falls asleep on the floor watching a movie, his dog sprawled against his legs asleep. Tyler’s aunt, Lorraine, dozes off on the sofa. She’s not worried about anything because there’s a buzzer alarm. Any time a door or window is opened, a buzzer rings.

She wakes up, what she thinks is, 10 minutes later. Tyler and his dog are gone. No windows or doors had been opened.

10 days later the dog returns to the home, completely unscathed and clean. As if nothing had happened. Tyler is never found.

Case #2

Olivia, a 7 year old girl, and her dog Toby, in southern Idaho go missing. Search workers spent 6 days and nights combing through the area. Search and rescue dogs find no trace of Olivia in the woods surrounding the home. There is no evidence of foul play.

On the 6th day while the Sheriff and Olivia’s aunt, who had been raising Olivia, are in the living room when they hear a scratching sound come from Olivia’s room. When they go to her room they hear the scratching coming from the inside of Olivia’s closet. When the Sheriff opens the closet door Toby comes leaping out, barking.

Inside the closet, is a deceased Olivia.

Autopsies show that she had not eaten in 6 days. After searching the closet, the Sheriff’s department determines that she was placed inside the closet just after death.