Friday, March 31, 2017

The Caging at Deadwater Manor



NEW RELEASE!  

Author Sandie Will has released her debut novel, The Caging at Deadwater Manor. Set along the Florida Gulf Coast, this young adult psychological thriller is a heart-wrenching, edge-of-your-seat story about eighteen-year-old Jeannie Kynde who is locked away in Deadwater Manor, a psychiatric hospital with an unscrupulous past. In her words, she shares what it’s like to endure psychiatric treatments, mentally unstable patients, a sadistic nurse and a tempting attendant. Can she find the strength to survive the nightmare that is now her world?

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Book Blurb

On a cold, January evening, fourteen-year-old Jeannie Kynde is told that her beloved mother drowned in the murky waters along Florida's Gulf Coast. Her distraught father turns on Jeannie, no longer the caring father she once knew.

Four years later, Jeannie is finally old enough to escape her father's clutches, but he has different plans. He imprisons her at Deadwater Manor, a psychiatric hospital with an unscrupulous past. 

Will she be locked away forever? Or can she fight against the nightmare that has now become her world?

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So, what was the inspiration for this story?

As the cover states, Deadwater Manor was inspired by true events, so I wanted to share what this means.

About eight years ago, I wanted to see if I could write dark. I had already written a historical time travel,which was more on the adventurous side (this will be released later this year). At first I thought I'd write a ghost story, and I remembered that my dad worked at psychiatric hospitals during short spurts of his life, both state and private. He rarely talked about his time there. My mom had said it was because he was upset over things he saw.

So, I finally asked him. There were no ghosts, but he mentioned how he felt bad for the young girls because sometimes they were admitted against their will by families who didn’t understand depression or other milder psychiatric conditions. He also shared patient routines and how the hospital rooms were set up. And as he continued, he remembered a discovery he made in the attic. It gives me chills just thinking about it, even now, and it became the central part of the story.
So, though the story and hospital are completely fictional, it is based on a girl admitted against her will, my dad’s discovery and some of the patient routines, outbursts, clothing and treatments he mentioned. The rest is based on research.

Sadly, my dad has since passed away from Alzheimers. He was a wonderful man, unlike the father in the story (which he always reminded me to make clear!). Before he became too confused, I let him know I dedicated the book to him. I knew he understood when he became weepy. I'll be thinking of him on March 31. 

About the Author:


Sandie Will was born in Poughkeepsie, New York and moved to Florida during the 1970s. She earned her Bachelor of Science in Geology degree from the University of South Florida and Master of Science in Environment al Engineering Sciences degree from the University of Florida. She is currently working as a hydrogeologist and manager at a state agency that protects water supplies and natural systems. She primarily manages well construction and aquifer testing operations.  During her career, she has written numerous technical reports and articles for various science-related publications. Now, she is adding fiction to her writing repertoire with her debut novel, The Caging at Deadwater Manor. Sandie currently lives in Florida with her husband, Charlie. They have two grown sons, a lovable lab-mix and a pesky cat.  Her website and blog can be found at www.sandiewill.com.

Thank you for the support! I truly appreciate everyone who has helped me during this long journey.

Take care, Sandie


Saturday, March 11, 2017

The Rite of Wands



Genre: YA magical fantasy 


Book Description: THE RITE OF WANDS  by Mackenzie Flohr


One boy…one Rite… And a world of deadly secrets that could change the course of history—forever

And so begins the tale of Mierta McKinnon. When a horrible fate reveals itself during his Rite of Wands ceremony, he must find a way to change not only his destiny but also the land of Iverna’s.

Forbidden from revealing the future he foresees to anyone, he is granted a wand and his magical powers, but still must master the realm of magic in order to save himself and those he loves.

But Mierta is not the only one with secrets…especially when it’s impossible to know who to trust.







Excerpt

Mierta!” Mortain shouted at the top of the stairs, hearing nothing but his own voice echo. Watching smoke drifting out of the open doorway, Mortain took in a deep breath and tried to slow down his heart. The aroma of acrid chemicals and burning flesh filled his nose. 
Mierta!” he shouted again. “Son, you all right?” He listened, hearing nothing more than what sounded like gasping breaths.
“Father,” Mierta mouthed in response to Mortain’scalls, unable to produce any sounds as he dropped to one knee. His heart was pounding. Each pulse matched the ache he felt in his temples. A deep burning pain seared through his chest every time he took a breath. It was like he was slowly being strangled and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The inside of his nose felt charred and his throat felt like he was swallowing tacks. He blinked, his eyesight blurring, the pain beginning to overwhelm him. Nausea built in his throat and droplets of sweat slid down the side of his face. He wished he could do anything to end the torture. He could not imagine dying would be much worse. 
Mierta attempted to stand and tried to get away from the workbench. He managed a few staggering steps before his body was drained of all energy. He watched puffy white circling clouds fill his vision before everything was replaced by darkness.
Mortain felt his stomach drop at the sound of something breaking. “Mierta!” he screamed, racing down the stairs. “Mierta, answer me!”
When he reached the bottom, Mortain abruptly stopped, taking in the horrific scene before him. His son was unconscious; lying sprawled out on his back. What remained of a small culture tube lay shattered next to him, and chemicals dripping from a workbench bubbled and fizzled as they made contact with the hardwood floor. 
Acidum salis, he thought, his eyes widening.
Mortain raised his arm to his mouth, careful to not inhale any of the smoke that was filling the room. He trembled as he came closer, observing the damage that had been done to the left side of his son’s face. 
The skin was mostly raw red with patches of peeling burned black skin hanging off his face. Blood was seeping from some of the deep crevasses caused by the acid. Most of the damage was confined to the cheek and jaw area. His eye was spared any damage.  
“Oh, my dear Lord,” he uttered, fear filling his heart. “My poor boy! What have I done?”







About the Author


Mackenzie Flohr grew up in the heartland of America, chasing leprechauns and rainbows and dreaming of angels. Her parents nurtured a love of fantasy and make-believe by introducing her at a very young age to the artistic and cultural opportunities that the city of Cleveland had to offer.

From the time she could hold a pencil, Mackenzie was already creating pictorial interpretations of classic stories, and by the age of nine, she and a childhood friend were authors and reviewers of their own picture books.

While following her love of adventure, Mackenzie found a second home, the Beck Center for the Arts Children's and Teen Theater School. It was there that a world of wonder was only a script and a performance away.

Yet it wasn't until she was on a trip to Indiana, viewing a Lord of the Rings exhibit, that the innermost desire of her heart became clear to her. She wanted to write a fantasy of her own, one that could inspire imagination in others and lead them into a magical world of their own making. She hopes The Rite Of Wands will do just that.





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Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Under the Bleachers



First off, if you've read Up in the Treehouse, you should definitely read this one! If you haven't, still read it! It stands on it's own two feet just fine. I was blessed with an advanced copy, so I'll let you know my thoughts a bit early.

K.k. Allen's way of writing is different from any other. Even the apparent villains in her books have a reason for being the way they are (though not all are revealed to the reader) She has the ability to show the story from every angle, so that you can truly understand, and relate to each character.

I loved Monica in Treehouse, and I was thrilled to learn that she was getting some star treatment!  She's a fun loving chicky, with so much to offer, and not a clue what she really wants from her life. This story follows her, past and present, as she stumbles, and is caught by Zack, a star quarterback.

Monica has some deep trust issues, so she scrambles away, every time she gains her footing, only to stumble again.  She struggles to keep herself from getting hurt, and is less than successful, until she can learn to trust someone besides herself.

These characters are deeply human, and they act and react from the heart. You will laugh with them, you'll cry with them, and you'll find yourself with a strong craving for chocolate cake.

Under the Bleachers is live today! You can get it on Amazon

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Brandi Kennedy 4



About Brandi:
Brandi Kennedy is a romance novelist who is finally living her childhood career dream. As a child, books were her world and through adulthood, that love of words has never changed. Brandi is now a contemporary romance novelist and poet with a deep love of writing and a curiously adventurous desire to someday write in several other genres.

A woman of varied interests, Brandi loves photography, music of all kinds, knitting, crochet, and of course, mothering her two young daughters. Currently, she finds her home in the heart of Knoxville, Tennessee, among the mountains and the members of her extended family, where she spends her days at the computer, bringing fresh and incredibly real characters to life.
Bibliography:
Fat Chance: The Kingsley Series #1


Prescription for Love: The Kingsley Series #2 

Wrestling Harmony: The Kingsley Series #3
 


More than Friends: The Kingsley Series #4



Selkie I


Selkie II




Fighting for Freedom


Courageous (a short standalone novella)




Where to Find Brandi:
Twitter: @brandikennedy84
Instagram: @authorbrandikennedy
Snapchat: @brandikennedy84
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Sunday, February 19, 2017

Brandi Kennedy, week 3



About Brandi:
Brandi Kennedy is a romance novelist who is finally living her childhood career dream. As a child, books were her world and through adulthood, that love of words has never changed. Brandi is now a contemporary romance novelist and poet with a deep love of writing and a curiously adventurous desire to someday write in several other genres.

A woman of varied interests, Brandi loves photography, music of all kinds, knitting, crochet, and of course, mothering her two young daughters. Currently, she finds her home in the heart of Knoxville, Tennessee, among the mountains and the members of her extended family, where she spends her days at the computer, bringing fresh and incredibly real characters to life.
Bibliography:
Fat Chance: The Kingsley Series #1


Prescription for Love: The Kingsley Series #2 

Wrestling Harmony: The Kingsley Series #3
 


More than Friends: The Kingsley Series #4



Selkie I


Selkie II




Fighting for Freedom


Courageous (a short standalone novella)




Where to Find Brandi:
Twitter: @brandikennedy84
Instagram: @authorbrandikennedy
Snapchat: @brandikennedy84
**For some exclusive fun, different and exciting new information as well as an extra monthly flash fiction, join her for as little as $1 per month at:
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Thursday, February 16, 2017

What if?



What if?

It’s a great question, isn’t it? What if is what propelled the Beasts Among Us series forward, all the questions begging to be answered.

What if there is truth behind all the myths and fairy tales? Where would the Greek gods be these days? What would vampires and werewolves do for jobs?

We’ve all heard that history is written by the winners, so what if King Arthur isn’t the good guy we’ve all been led to believe?

What if there are really things that go bump in the night? Is there really something there, when you see something with the corner of your eye? (Still have to address that one, but I’m going with yes)

I write Urban Fantasy, but I really like the term Speculative Fiction.

My main character, Gretchen, is a werewolf in hiding. Her boss is Persephone, but she goes by Percy these days. She vacations in “Florida” every winter, with her husband, Hades. Her best friend is Lacey-marie, who went from being a college student in the mid seventies, to waking up in her closet with a thirst for her roommates blood. They all work together at Olympians Salon. When hairdressers start turning up dead, they suspect a supernatural killer. Since the police know nothing of the Fae, they decide to seek out the killer themselves.

People in the customer service industry have to deal with all sorts of people. Let me give you a look at how a werewolf might handle it… (Note: This is still being edited, as it’s a snippet of my debut novel!)




I called on Greg next, a man I’d never seen before. He was in his early forties, balding, and slightly overweight.
Toni came out from her hidey-hole to wait for her next client.  She was already getting steady business, but she was often played desk jockey for the fun of it.
This was fine by me. It meant she could answer the ever ringing phone.
Greg lumbered over to me with a scowl on his face. 
Great, someone who I wasn’t going to be able to make happy, no matter how spectacular his cut turned out.
“You’re cutting my hair?” His tone was disdainful.
Wow, Mister, let it all hang out.
“Yes sir, I am.” I pasted a smile on my face, and a happy note in my voice, trying to ignored the inner one that was muttering: kill it, kill it, kill it.
“I want someone else.” He was studying me from head to toe.
“Alright sir,” I backed away a step, and turned to the side, trying to look less intimidating. “But it’s going to an hour or so before either one of the other girls has an opening.”
“What about the one behind the counter?”
“That’s our manicurist, she only does nails.” I narrowed my eyes.
“I know what a manicurist is. Don’t talk to me like I’m the stupid one. Well I need a cut, so I guess you’ll have to do.”
What a jerk.
I forced my curled hands to relax.
“Right this way.” I led him to my station
He stepped on the foot rest, flipping the chair up, causing him to loose his balance. 
I heard him mutter something that sounded distinctly inappropriate for our family friendly salon. 
I pushed the back of the chair down, setting it back onto the floor. He sat down with a thump.
“Just clean it up. I don’t want to have to get this fixed,” he said.
“Excuse me?” I tried to keep the bite out of my voice
“I guess it doesn’t take much to do hair.  Would they not let you into real school?”
My fists clenched, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck hackle.
“It’s gotta be hard for a black woman to get into an actual college.”
My breath quickened, and my pulsed raced.
“Of course, what else is someone like you gonna do in Maine?”
“Someone. Like. Me.” I spat the words out slowly, and bit muffled, as my teeth started to grow.
My contacts split, revealing bits of amber between brown tatters.
He watched me in the mirror, his eyes growing wide. His brain wouldn’t acknowledge what he was witnessing, but the smell of his fear gave him away.
“Get out of my chair. Don’t ever come back.” I growled in a deeply.
My bones snapped loudly enough for Toni’s head to whip in my direction.
I took a deep breath as my client stood, and grabbed my mug.
“I’ll be right back ladies. Make sure that man makes it out of here.” Safely, just in case.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Brandi Kennedy 2



About Brandi:
Brandi Kennedy is a romance novelist who is finally living her childhood career dream. As a child, books were her world and through adulthood, that love of words has never changed. Brandi is now a contemporary romance novelist and poet with a deep love of writing and a curiously adventurous desire to someday write in several other genres.

A woman of varied interests, Brandi loves photography, music of all kinds, knitting, crochet, and of course, mothering her two young daughters. Currently, she finds her home in the heart of Knoxville, Tennessee, among the mountains and the members of her extended family, where she spends her days at the computer, bringing fresh and incredibly real characters to life.
Bibliography:
Fat Chance: The Kingsley Series #1


Prescription for Love: The Kingsley Series #2 

Wrestling Harmony: The Kingsley Series #3
 


More than Friends: The Kingsley Series #4



Selkie I


Selkie II




Fighting for Freedom


Courageous (a short standalone novella)




Where to Find Brandi:
Twitter: @brandikennedy84
Instagram: @authorbrandikennedy
Snapchat: @brandikennedy84
**For some exclusive fun, different and exciting new information as well as an extra monthly flash fiction, join her for as little as $1 per month at:
Now, hop on over to the other blogs hosting Brandi for the entire month of February:

Stop by these blogs and leave a comment…there may be a prize for the person who’s visited and commented on the most blogs (other than the blog participants…aw shucks)!