Wednesday, September 30, 2020

What's Up Wednesday + Ornery Poetry Sunday: At Sea: A Silly Senryu and Verbose Post


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Sea is all I see
I am at sea as you see
See sea woe is me


If all you wanted was the poem, congrats, you're done. Now, wasn't that quick and mostly painless?

If, on the other hand, you enjoy being tortured informed, read the Numerous Notes below!

You know me. Or you may be one of the lucky ones.

I'm at it again, doing too much.

For October, I will be doing OctPoWriMo as I have during the past I don't remember how many years, but it's quite a few.

I am combining the OctPoWriMo prompts with the Haiku prompts from Carpe Diem Haiku where possible.

I will also be sharing one of my fantabulous poems every Sunday at Something for the Weekend Sir.

I'm sharing this poem this time even though it's not a very good poem, because I like wordplay.

I would also like to write the second novella in the Tales from the Dreamlands series, tentatively entitled "The Key of Eidolon," using the Spooky October Writing Prompts from the Writers Handbook blog, as I did in creating Ketil and Yitzy's Adventure in the Xura Dream House last year.

Here is the link to the Writers Handbook Blog.

If you would like to pick up a copy of Ketil and Yitzy's Adventure in the Xura Dream House, here are the links.

Buy the Kindle version of Ketil and Yitzy's Adventure in the Xura Dream House for $3.99

Buy the PDF version from LBRY for 75 LBC (approximately $2.25)

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You can get a free LBRY account through this link. You can earn LBC for viewing content on LBRY as well as from selling your content.

I will probably do a Halloween promo with this book and make it free from Kindle for 5 days as well as making it free on LBRY with a wheedling plea gentle suggestion to Tiphowyalike, in other words, leave me some LBC because I'm a broke-ass hack you love me.

Oh jeesh. I forgot what I was doing in mid-thought. That never happened before.

Nah, it totally happens all the time. In my case, it's a sign of ADHD rather than a sign of dementia. Lucky, I guess.

I am also going to continue using the Reedsy prompts to write The Ballad of Gerry Clifford. I had originally intended to publish this book over the summer, but then it exploded and there were story parts everywhere. I am completely reworking it and am hoping to have it published in early 2021. Or mid-2021. Or something. Whenever. Hopefully, I don't up and croak before that or anything. I'm hungry.

I will also be doing a piece for the WEP prompt for October.

I have a metric butt-ton of book promos that you can read for yourself on my remodeled and most excellent book review blog, Readers Roost.

I will continue with the MFRW Book Hooks and Weekend Writing Warriors posts at the official Naughty Netherworld Press blog, along with other fine features such as WIP Wednesday and the Monday Peeve.

I don't know if it's worth it to continue with the BitPatron, Ko-Fi, and Patreon subscription platforms. It's more time spent, and they have never attracted an audience. Nothing's more pathetic than a Patreon with no patrons.

I will definitely be continuing my Naughty Netherworld Press and Poetry of the Netherworld channels on LBRY.

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Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Frozen Crimes Blog Hop


Frozen Crimes Blog Hop Prompt: Whom would you want to be stuck with during a blizzard, and what would you do?

My Answer:

Go ahead, roll your eyes. But I would like to be stuck with Stephen King, and we would write. His wife could be there too. I promise I wouldn't Annie Wilkes him. Although I may bear a physical resemblance to Kathy Bates, I am mostly harmless.

Kathy Bates could be there too. She seems like a cool person.

Hop around to the other participants to read their answers: Frozen Crimes Blog Hop


When disasters strike around every corner, is it possible to have a happily-ever-after?


BLURB: Beth and Donovan are expecting their first child. Life couldn’t get any better…until a stalker makes his presence known. This person sends disturbing messages and unsettling items, but it isn’t long before his menacing goes too far.

Hoping for a peaceful Christmas, Donovan takes Beth to Michigan. Days into their trip, a winter storm named Nemesis moves in with the goal of burying the state. Snowdrifts surround their house, and the temperature drops below freezing.

Except, the storm isn’t the only nemesis they must face. Everyone’s lives are at stake—especially that of their unborn child. Will they survive, or will they become a frozen crime?

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The crunch of the shovel pounding into the snow and ice filled his ears. It was all he could hear. The rest of the street was silent beneath its wintry blanket. Breathing was difficult with the icy air clogging his lungs. His nose burned. His throat was dry and on fire. But he ignored it, focusing on his task.

Crack, crack, crack.

He jabbed the shovel into a hunk of snow. On the third hit, it shattered into several pieces. He scooped them up and flung them to the side. He surveyed what remained. There was one big ball in the middle of the path that needed to be dealt with next. He moved over to it and struck it. That one impact had it severing in two. He was about to hit it again when something crashed into the back of his head.

Explosions of white light danced over his vision. Pain enveloped his skull.

The shovel slipped from his fingers. Blackness cloaked his mind, coaxing him into its depths.

Beth. Her name was a whisper in his head, as if his thoughts were being sucked into a wormhole.

His legs collapsed under his weight.

Cold. It seeped into him, consuming him. And then his consciousness fled down that same void that ate his thoughts.





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Chrys Fey is author of the Disaster Crimes Series, a unique concept that blends disasters, crimes, and romance. She runs the Insecure Writer’s Support Group Book Club on Goodreads and edits for Dancing Lemur Press.

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Nancy Gideon... Romance By Any Other Name: WeWriWa: Big Dumb Animals . . . RISE BY MOONLIGHT: Lifting heavy things – from a body to a heavy conscience - has always been one of my favorite characteristics in a male of the species...

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Monday, September 28, 2020

Georgian Romance Revolt Review and Giveaway


Georgian Romance Revolt

by Lucinda Elliot 


GENRE:   Homour, Dark and Satire



Elaine Long is trapped in the body of the heroine in a warped cyber version of an historical romance.  
Something has gone drastically wrong, with the characters talking and acting outside the script, and her coachman is exactly like one of the author’s Golden and Reckless hero types.

Worse, the disgraced earl turned highwayman anti-hero - one of the author's Dark, Mean and Moody hero types, has stolen the heroine’s betrothal ring, which just happens to be Elaine’s escape device.  

Elaine, once eager to escape from everyday life and being taken for granted by her part-time boyfriend into this cyber version of her favourite author's fictional world, isn’t even confident that this story can guarantee a happy ending, even if she does have three or four hero types in it with her...

A darkly comic, fast moving spoof on the tropes of  historical romance from four times BRAG medallion winner Lucinda Elliot.



When the character from one of Charlotte Cray’s novels appeared in her study, she knew him at once as the anti-hero from The Pledge.

He was half dressed, in his shirt sleeves and breeches, without a wig, with his black hair casually caught back in a queue. He brandished a ring like a weapon.

Even in her shock, she was pleased that he looked exactly as she had imagined him, tall, lean, dark and wickedly handsome, exactly as she had pictured Rinaldo Rinaldini.

As Charlotte put down her pen, blinking, she realised that she had no idea of what she had been writing.

“Curse it: I’ve taken too many of those pills.  I suppose it had to happen sometime.” She decided to be philosophical and try to enjoy the hallucination.

Besides, she had a vague memory that it had happened once before. That vision had faded soon enough. It had been of one of her Golden and Cheerfully Reckless heroes, incongruously dressed in servants’ garb. She had been in a bad mood at the time, plagued by tax troubles, and had taken it out on the hallucination. She had said that seeing he was playing the role of lackey, he might as well do some chores for her. She couldn’t recall his reaction,  though she thought that it had been engaging.

By contrast, the earl highwayman scowled at her. This, though typical of his arrogance, was a nerve in a figment of her imagination.

“Who the Devil are you, ma’am?” His sparkling black eyes scanned her disapprovingly, dwelling incredulously on her legs.

Although he didn’t exist, this was humiliating. She realised that a skirt a couple of inches above the knee, respectability itself for this era, with all the girls in miniskirts, was indecent by the standards of the eighteenth century. Yet it was absurd that her creation should have any independent notions about her dress or anything else.

She knew hallucinations to be one of the side effects of Maxidream. One person she’d heard of had imagined a voice coming from what she had termed ‘the toilet’. Charlotte had turned up her nose at the vulgar genteel term and the coarseness of such an illusion.

Now the ’Grande Dame of Georgian Romance’ answered as boldly as one of her heroines. “I see no reason why I should account for myself to one of my own characters.”

He drew back. “Your character?” His voice came as almost a groan. “Damn it, it cannot be true.”

“I am sorry to distress you, My Lord; pray take a seat while you collect yourself.” It was only polite to address him in language that he could understand. Still, she hoped that he would soon disappear.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Lucinda Elliot, four times winner of the BRAG medallion for outstanding self published fiction, was born in Amersham, Buckinghamshire. When she was growing up, her family lived in various large, isolated old houses in various parts of the UK as they used to renovate such places in the days before it became fashionable. She lived for many years in London and now lives in Mid Wales with her family.  She loves a laugh above anything. 


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Readers Roost Review

Rating: Five out of Five Stars

This cheeky and very British send-up of historical romance tropes is exactly the kind of read I am looking for and don’t get enough of. Lucinda Elliot hilariously breaks the fourth wall with her observations of the gritty but conveniently not filthy and disease-ridden historical setting where the coachmen are compelling Adonises with chiseled jawlines and sparkling white teeth and the villains are compelling rogues with eyes like dark pools and surprisingly fresh breath. Romance authors and fans of the genre alike are sure to have a much-needed chuckle while joining long-suffering Elaine on a virtual romance adventure that she finds herself unable to escape from.

Lucinda Elliot is that rare author who knows how to poke fun at stereotypes without devolving into meanness. Women are often derided for using romance to escape their mundane real lives. When Elaine does this via a new virtual reality program at the library, it goes hilariously awry. Yet despite the reality of her journey into a scenario where she expected to be swept off her feet by a dashing hero or rakish villain coming up short, Elaine never appears pathetic. She is a likable heroine who keeps calm and carries on. She is a heroine that real women can relate to.

I unreservedly recommend Georgian Romance Riot to any reader who loves the romance genre and British humor. Come along on this well-written, quirky adventure. You won’t regret it!

~Cie for Readers Roost~

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Cover Reveal: Arresting Jeremiah by Amber Daulton


Title: Arresting Jeremiah
Author: Amber Daulton
Series: Arresting Onyx (book 2)
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Cover Reveal: September 23rd, 2020
Release Date: October 14th, 2020
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 98k
Heat Rating: 5 Flames

Tags: woman in jeopardy, man in jeopardy, single mom, family, violent ex, investigations, police procedural, criminals, gangs, drugs, urban romance, HEA, no cliffhangers, standalone, series


Injured Parole Officer Jeremiah “Jim” Borden never expected Calista Barlow, the sassy blonde waitress he’s craved for months, to ring his doorbell. She slips into his heart—and his bed—but he’s obsessed with a gangland investigation that threatens his career and maybe even his life.

Calista doesn’t trust easily, not with a daughter to protect and the stalker who keeps calling her. After her violent ex-boyfriend returns, she finds solace in Jim’s arms.

Jim may have to forego his need for answers to protect the ready-made family he adores, but how will he and Calista escape an unseen enemy that is always one step ahead of them?

Tagline – When threats escalate, will Jim and Calista succumb, or fight for a love they can’t deny? 


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He hated to upset Calista all over again, but he had to know. “What were you thinking when you tried on the necklace?”

Air whizzed through her teeth. Silence stretched between them as they walked toward the diner. She sighed, her voice soft. “No offense, but I don’t know or trust you enough to let you in that much. I’ve made some mistakes—things I don’t want to talk about. Give me some time.”

Trust? He couldn’t blame her for that. If he demanded to know her secrets, he had to tear down the barbwire he’d erected around his.

No. That couldn’t happen. His life depended on his silence. Did her private thoughts and memories hinge on life and death too? His stomach twisted. Nothing bad would happen to her, not if he was around to stop it.

“What can you tell me?” Hell, only an asshole would ask something like that without opening up in return.

“The necklace reminded me of something I once wanted more than anything. Not the pearls itself, but what it represented. I couldn’t have it because I wasn’t good enough.” She pulled from his grasp and wrapped her arms around her middle.

“I’m sorry I forced you to try on the necklace. I thought you liked it. All women deserve something that makes them feel pretty.” The stench of oil filled his nose, and he sneezed. He glanced at the noisy passing cars and pulled Calista farther back along the sidewalk, away from a puddle in the road, before a vehicle splashed them. “I understand about lack of trust and the need for secrecy. I hope someday you can tell me what happened, but I do know one thing, even if you never tell me. You were good enough. You always have been and will always be.”

Her blue-green eyes widened. She traced her fingertips over his smooth jaw, leaving sparks in her wake.

“You’re so kind. I almost believe it when you say it. God, I wish I’d met you years ago, Jeremiah.”

“Why do you call me Jeremiah? Everyone else calls me Jim.”

“It feels more personal, as though you belong only to me. I may have to share Jim with the rest of the world, but Jeremiah—the strong, kind man I’ve admired over the past several months—is all mine.”

Her admission branded him like a fire poker to his skin. If he were alone, he’d beat his chest and roar. No woman had ever wanted to claim him. No one but her ever called him Jeremiah.

He coughed, clearing his throat. “Friday is only two days away, but I can’t wait that long. Let’s get in my car and go to a park, somewhere private, to talk.”

“Talk? Is that code for necking like teenagers?”

“I’m game if you are, but I don’t want to be rushed. We’ll have time for kissing and touching later.”

She pecked his cheek. “We better go before the rain starts again.”

He grasped her hand and they hurried back to the diner.

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About the Author 

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press, Books to Go Now, and Daulton Publishing, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.
She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats.

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Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Tidbit Tuesday: The Carnal Invasion Collection Is Featured on Madison Michael's Blog


The Carnal Invasion Collection is being featured today on Madison Michael's blog! In honor of this stupendous occasion, we will be giving away Coming to Earth, the first book in the collection, free on LBRY today.

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Friday, September 18, 2020

First Line Friday Flash Fiction 18 September 2020

 I took a shortcut and copy-pasted my shares of today's First Line Friday stories with my comments from

Here is the First Line Friday link.

I’m in the Colorado-Wyoming-Nebraska tri-state area, and even out here the sky is smoky and the sun is red. We have some wildfires that have been burning, but we are also getting smoke from the West Coast fires.
We really need to get a generator in this house. We get high winds out here and last year the power got knocked out for a very cold and miserable day where we ate unheated refried beans right from the can.
I would not want to live in L.A. right now. My son and I had to move out of the Denver area because the cost of housing was so high. That’s how we ended up in Grover. I’m not sorry, I actually love it here. I don’t know how anyone affords housing in a big city at this point. The working class certainly can’t.
~Cie from Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost~

blackouts wildfires climate crisis economic crisis

Charlie Hernández & the League of Shadows (2019)

Charlie Hernández has always been proud of his Latin American heritage. He loves the culture, the art, and especially the myths. Thanks to his abuela’s stories, Charlie possesses an almost encyclopedic knowledge of the monsters and ghouls who have spent the last five hundred years haunting the imaginations of children all across the Iberian Peninsula, as well as Central and South America. And even though his grandmother sometimes hinted that the tales might be more than mere myth, Charlie’s always been a pragmatist. Even barely out of diapers, he knew the stories were just make-believe—nothing more than intricately woven fables meant to keep little kids from misbehaving.

But when Charlie begins to experience freaky bodily manifestations—ones all too similar to those described by his grandma in his favorite legend—he is suddenly swept up in a world where the mythical beings he’s spent his entire life hearing about seem to be walking straight out of the pages of Hispanic folklore and into his life. And even stranger, they seem to know more about him than he knows about himself.

Soon, Charlie finds himself in the middle of an ancient battle between La Liga, a secret society of legendary mythological beings sworn to protect the Land of the Living, and La Mano Peluda (a.k.a. the Hairy Hand), a cabal of evil spirits determined to rule mankind. 

by Ryan Calejo

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Ryan Calejo is the author of the Charlie Hernández series. He was born and raised in south Florida, where he graduated from the University of Miami with a BA. He teaches swimming to elementary school students, chess to middle school students, and writing to high school students. Having been born into a family of immigrants and growing up in the so-called “Capital of Latin America,” Ryan knows the importance of diversity in our communities and is passionate about writing books that children of all ethnicities can relate to.

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i enjoyed reading this account although I’m quite sure it was not fun to live through it. Back in 2013 when the 100-year flood hit Boulder, I was working in a retirement community. I shouldn’t have gone into work but I didn’t want to let my co-workers down. I think I was in shock after my car was slammed into by a huge wave coming over a bridge where normally there wasn’t even any water below. I had a routine of working out in the therapy pool, and I went in and did that as usual even though there was chaos all around.
As I was working out, I heard the transformer blow outside the therapy pool area and the room went dark. I went in and showered and dressed for work in the dark locker room.
I’m glad the power came back on. Being without power sucks.