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Saturday, February 27, 2021
Friday, February 26, 2021
Looking up she saw a large wooden chest with an old rusty padlock. Lightning flashed for a few seconds through the attic window. She noticed that the lock on the chest was open. Curious, she removed it and lifted the lid.
She suddenly felt something pulling her down. It got harder and harder to hold onto the edge of the chest. She could feel her hands slipping. Just then she saw the lid begin to close. Afraid of her hands being crushed, she released her grip and fell down into the chest.
A rustling in the nearby bushes interrupted her sobbing. She looked up and saw a wolf like creature emerge from the forest. Its fur was pitch black.
She turned carefully and slowly to see the creature that she thought would soon end her. It was her teddy. She felt at ease but confused. The creature holding the decayed stem looked exactly like her teddy but much larger. Its mouth was sewed shut. It had the same two uneven button eyes.
“Where am I?” She asked.
“You’re in my cabin. If you want a more specific answer, you’re in the Goddess Gardens.”
Emi was still confused. “And where is that?”
The woman wasn’t sure what to say. “Where are you from girl?” she asked with an interested look.
Monday, February 22, 2021
Saturday, February 20, 2021
Date Published: Feb 19th, 2021
Are you struggling to train your dog? This book can help!
Written by a certified Dog Trainer this book is designed to offer general dog training troubleshooting. The intent is to identify and address things you might unknowingly be doing that can sabotage your best training efforts and hinder your beloved companion’s progress.
The author, Tammy L. Hein brings up the specific issues she’s found to be the most common over her decade of dog training experience.
Every point is explained to help you see the downfalls of your methods from your dog’s perspective. With this book, you’ll gain deeper understanding why your dog behaves the way he does, where you’re falling short as a trainer, and best practices that’ll get you on the right track in no time! Don’t give up—get this book and get started!
Back when Rosie was two years old we started training for an Excellent title in Canadian Rally Obedience. This meant that we got to work with jumps, tunnels, and weave poles.
When I first started, I lured her to go through the weave poles. She caught on quickly, and we thought we were making progress.
Then I removed the lure, and she got lost. This caused both Rosie and I to get frustrated.
About The Author
Tammy L. Hein gained her certification through Animal Behavior College Dog as a trainer and has ten years of experience training dogs. Her goal is to help dog owners better understand their four-legged companions and in doing so, help them better co-exist. She’s a firm believer that no dog is untrainable and that with the right tools, any owner can remedy their pet’s issues.
When she’s not writing books that will help dog owners, she’s training dogs, reading, or spending quality time with the people near and dear her heart—family and friends. Tammy lives in Saskatchewan, Canada and she’s married to a patient, loving husband. Together, they have two kids that are wilder than the craziest dogs she’s met; but she loves every moment.
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Friday, February 19, 2021
Thursday, February 18, 2021
Journey to the stars and worlds of imagination: Imprisoned in Stone, One Spell Broken, But... #MF...
Wednesday, February 17, 2021
Tuesday, February 16, 2021
If you knew you would die tomorrow, how would you spend your last day?
I would tell all my loved ones how much I love them and why I love them. And then I would make sure I’m right with myself. In the end, love is all that remains of us on this earth and it’s all we bring with us when we go. Our status, our money, our fame, our possessions, ultimately don’t mean a thing. I truly believe that we are here to learn how to love.
Children know how to love. As adults, we need to relearn this. We get lost in chasing after dreams, ambitions, money, status…and of course making a living is important, but we often elevate it into becoming our identity.
I had to step back from my “dreams” and start learning how to live in each moment again. The hardest work I’ve done as an adult is to circle back to what I knew as a child.
Who is your hero and why?
Martin Luther King Jr. and Vincent Van Gogh, both for wildly different reasons. Even though I am a white woman, Martin Luther King Jr showed me a clear example of courage, of striving to live a life of service. As a child, I felt deeply moved by his example and his purpose-filled life inspired me. He suffered terribly and yet would not relent and take the easier route. He followed the calling of his conscience. He was one of the finest human beings to ever walk this planet and the world is better for having him in it. He was a man who sacrificed his life for unity and who dreamed of a glorious day when children of all skin colours would hold hands in friendship, a day of equality and human dignity.
Vincent Van Gogh inspires me as an artist. He doubted himself and suffered from mental illness, which I know all about (I have had PTSD since I was 5) and hardly received any attention at all for his art. And although he received little recognition, he created art anyway, from his very soul. He was the essence of what it means to truly be an artist: to make art because of love, not for thought of outcome or reward. He was a delicate, sensitive man who painted with light and with his whole being. And yet even as he doubted himself and wondered why he couldn’t make a living from his art, he never gave up. I love him for that. If artists had patron saints, I would nominate him. St. Vincent, the patron saint of artists.
What kind of world ruler would you be?
I wouldn’t be. I believe that any one person who has too much power, is going to be corrupted by that power. I believe there must be a collective body that governs, whose members are elected by secret ballot. The credentials for nomination would be quality of character, honesty, being of service, and believing in the unity of humanity.
As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
I would love to say I would be a wolf. Sleek, mysterious, beautiful…a symbol of wild energy. But I’m not. I’m more like a bear. Often a grumpy bear. I have bursts of energy followed by times where I pretty much hibernate. Bears aren’t elegant or mysterious and they don’t run in packs. I do a pretty good impression of a mama bear too. Once, I was walking with my children (then small) in a parking lot. A car came whizzing around the corner straight at us. I roared “STOP!” this guttural, straight from the depths roar, and I swear I could have stopped that car with my body. I planted myself in front of my kids (too late to jump, and I would’ve left my child in the stroller behind). I was so loud, and my energy so aggressive, that the driver looked frightened of me. He stopped, and waved feebly, as if to say, please don’t hurt me. I have done those roars from my soul several times, and it can be embarrassing. They come from deep within when someone I love is threatened and is not something I can control!
What inspired you to write this book?
I had a dream in which I couldn’t remember what colour skin I had. In my dream, I took a guess that I had dark brown skin. I was walking down this dirt road, and as I walked, I was a black woman. When I woke up, I realized it was the first time that I just felt like “me” without the label of whiteness, and without any kind of visual cue. I was me. I had just become a Baha’i and the teachings stress the unity of humanity, and how we are all one people; the concept of unity in diversity. I had obviously been thinking a lot about this when I had the dream.
I wanted to write a story that conveyed that feeling to children, so that they understand that they are beautiful just as they are. We have been deluged with images of what beauty is; the images have been so steeped in the dominant/domineering culture, that people of colour have felt invisible, as if only people with white/light skin can be beautiful.
It is up to all of us, as human beings, to further the cause of unity, especially with children. Children need to know in their very bones that they are precious, just as they are. They also need to know that their neighbour is beautiful, too, just as they are. The old ideas of beauty and worth need to be taken out with last week’s trash. They are dangerous and corrosive, not just to people of colour but to every single one of us. How many of us can look in the mirror and go, “You are good just as you are.” Most of us have to work at feeling like we measure up.
A flower garden is beautiful because of the variety of colours, shapes, and sizes of flowers. Can you imagine walking into a garden with only white tulips? Or only orange marigolds? We’d think the gardener had a problem. The human race is like a beautiful flower garden. We are elevated and strengthened by our diversity. This isn’t white-knuckled “tolerance” which is still about an “us and them” scenario. Unity in diversity is about the full-on joy in recognizing the beauty inherent in every single human being. Sometimes I find my breath taken away by it!
What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
I found writing and illustrating the book to be really hard. It took ages for it to feel right. When I say “ages,” I mean years and years and years. I first came up with the story 30 years ago. What I LOVE about the book now though, is presenting it to school children. When they hear the refrain, “Brothers and sisters we shall be, stars of one sky, leaves of one tree,” they begin to LIGHT UP. By the end, they say it with me, completely spontaneously, a crowd of diverse school children, speaking of unity together. It makes my heart almost burst with joy! And I’m not exaggerating when I say the children light up. It almost seems like there is a light or an energy that is released with the power of unity. I see it over and over again in the presentations. I have another presentation of it later this month, and I’m looking forward to it. It will be the first time I’ve presented it virtually, due to the pandemic, so it will be a learning experience.
Who designed your book covers?
I did. I drew the cover and helped pick out the font and consulted on the final design. When the book had to be reprinted (the first publisher shut their doors due to health issues) I had complete control over the design.
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Monday, February 15, 2021
Sunday, February 14, 2021
Saturday, February 13, 2021
The Birth of the Story – The Last Dragon
Generally, I am a contemporary, romance writer. I have dabbled in fantasy, but it was a modern day, urban fantasy. A mentor mentioned that in one of my earlier books, he kept expecting a dragon to appear. My response – I laughed. End of story.
Or, so I thought.
That dragon took on a life of its own. It flew around in my head until I conceded and started writing the story. I belong to a couple of in-person writer groups where over months I read the first two chapters. The members started asking questions which triggered ideas which lead to plot lines which added to the story.
But during this, something else happened. I shifted from writing hot romances to sweet. The genteelness and innocence of Derry was wrong for a smouldering romance.
I was really working in the cliché of uncharted waters – a medieval fantasy and a sweet romance. Give my head a shake!
Then quarantine hit and the in-person meetings stopped. I was saddened by this as I was enjoying the reactions to the story. We have a 750-word limit for each reading, so these people were only getting tidbits of story at a time and I had gotten pretty good at ending each reading with a hook.
I paused getting the finished book ready for publication, but the dragon kept nattering at me. And now I present the final product – The Last Dragon.
But I should mention that an off-shoot of this book has suddenly pushed its way to front. Now I have trolls running around in my head. Le sigh - the life of a writer.
Friday, February 12, 2021
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Her hand was limp in his, and her eyes had ceased to move under closed lids.
He couldn’t take a breath until she took one, but her breathing was shallow and slow. George finally inhaled, a lump in his throat. But he couldn’t allow the tears. Not yet. Not while she lived.
A single window above her bed let in a feeble shaft of light, but not much air. The stone walls oppressed him. This backward place. If only he could have transported his beloved to the airy apartment he lived in, four hundred years in the future. She could have recovered there. No one could get well in this backward century.
He had offered to take Elisabetta with him, knowing that she would die of this unknown disease. In his time, they might have been able to cure her, but she’d refused. He wouldn’t force this brilliant young painter to leave everything she’d ever known when that might ruin her and disturb history.
This was all his fault. If George hadn’t allowed his teenage passion for rock and roll to lead him to an even deeper passion for delving into history, he might not be sitting in this stone-walled room in the seventeenth century, keeping vigil at the bedside of the only woman he would ever love.
He could jump right now to the future and ask Dr. Zheng for another remedy, but since this one had gone so wrong, the next cure could be worse. And he couldn’t leave Elisabetta alone now.
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Thursday, February 11, 2021
Playing to Score
By Lisabet Sarai
With the right opponent, even Scrabble can be foreplay
MM BDSM Erotic Romance
16,700 words, 65 pages
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN (Smashwords): 9781005046934
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Matt was supposed to be just a hot hook-up. Then he turned on the charm and brought out the bondage gear.
Jason Hofstadter comes to the Four States Annual Scrabble Tournament for two reasons: to play for the trophy and to get laid. Every year since his first, he’s managed to score with one of the other guys attending. He figures that he’s hit the jackpot when he spots handsome, bookish Matt Sawyer, who's competing at the Four States for the first time.
Shy and seemingly innocent, Matt turns out to be full of surprises. First he jumps Jason in the rest room at Starbucks. Then he reveals that he's into BDSM and encourages Jason to top him. Finally, despite his lack of experience with tournament play, Matt ends up facing Jason across the board in the semi-final round. When Matt throws the game he should have won, Jason is forced to confront his own feelings: about winning, about casual sex, and about Matt.
Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Crossed Hearts. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.
Clusters of empty chairs lined the wall. Most people were standing, jostling for a position in the queue as the officials settled themselves behind the registration desk.
One armchair was occupied, however, by a loose-limbed man who appeared to be in his mid twenties. His tousled head bent over a sheaf of papers. Jason crept closer, not wanting to startle his prey. The young man was dressed in worn jeans and a short-sleeved plaid shirt that screamed WalMart. On his feet were dingy basketball sneakers. Under the clothes, though, it looked like the guy was well-built, lean and strong. Jason suspected he might be a farm kid, though he didn’t have much of a tan. Jason’s cock stirred. This one looked promising.
The seated man looked up, staring into space through his dark-rimmed eyeglasses. He seemed oblivious to Jason’s presence. Jason could see the youth’s lips moving. The boy was cramming, memorizing the two, three and four-letter words that were so important to tournament strategy.
“First championship?” Jason asked softly. The other man started like a frightened rabbit.
“What?” The guy struggled to focus on the man interrogating him. “Um―yeah. Is it that obvious?” A smile transformed his serious face. Full lips curved invitingly, revealing perfect teeth. Brown eyes twinkled behind those sexy schoolboy glasses. A dimple appeared in each cheek.
Jason laughed. His tailored jeans suddenly became much tighter. “We all do it. The memorization. The alphagrams. But at the tournaments, we don’t admit it. We’d like to pretend that it’s all genius, no sweat or study involved.” He settled himself in the chair next to the black-haired novice then, confident that his companion would accept a fait accompli, asked, “Mind if I sit down?” Spreading his thighs, he tried to relieve the pressure in his groin.
The other man’s eyes flicked in the direction of Jason’s swollen crotch. The movement was tiny, almost imperceptible, but Jason noticed. Yes!
“I’m Jason.” He held out his hand.
The other man’s fingers were smooth, long, well-manicured. Not a farmer, then. “Matt. Matthew Sawyer. Pleased to meet you.”
“The pleasure is mine.” At least, I hope it will be, Jason added mentally.
“I gather you’ve competed here before?”
“This is my sixth time.” Jason couldn’t stop staring at Matt’s face. Something about those lively eyes, that laughing mouth... “Last year I took second place.”
“Wow! Congratulations.” Matt’s admiration seemed completely sincere. “Guess I’m not likely to be playing you, then.”
“Well, you never know. It depends on the other players. As well as your own skill, of course. What’s your rating?”
“I’ve never played an official tournament. We’ve got a little club at home―back in North Platte―but mostly I don’t have the money to shell out for tournaments.” Matt levered himself out of his chair and stuffed his crib sheet into his back pocket. “Maybe we should get in line. It looks like they’ve finally started the registration.”
Jason stood as well. He could see that he’d guessed correctly. The guy had a great body. Matt was close to Jason’s height but probably weighed more. He was more solid than Jason, but he moved well. His muscles were well-defined without being exaggerated. A fine sheen of moisture glistened on his bare arms.
Jason’s nostrils twitched as he caught a whiff of the other man’s clean sweat. He stole a glance at Matt’s groin, but the jeans were too loose to tell how the guy was hung.
With some luck, he thought, I’ll know soon.
He led Matt over to the desk. “Go ahead, get in front of me. Did you pre-register?”
Matt looked over his shoulder to answer. “Yeah. You?”
“Always. Makes things go much more smoothly.” That and the lube I brought. Two tubes. After all, he wouldn’t want to run out.
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Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh