Do you devour books? I mean love to read?

REVIEWERS WANTED!  Looking for some passionate book lovers willing to soak up magical dimensions and live to tell of their journeys.

Wanna take a magical ride and follow the yellow brick road?

I am currently being flooded with book review requests and can’t possibly oblige all them all in a timely manner by myself.

Basically…I NEED HELP!  Reading is my number ONE passion with writing riding my tail in a close second.

Being a self-published author, I am well acquainted with the struggles and importance of reviews, I want to help other authors!

So, I am looking for a few that would want to read some amazing stories, discover new authors, all in exchange for an honest review to be posted on paranormalromancewritings.com, Amazon, and Goodreads.

Interested?  Drop me an email!

 

 

 

NightWalker by Ime Atakpa

 

The Thrush Family has suffered a terrible curse for three hundred years. The most recent victim in the family, Hubert has been inflicted and tortured by the night walks.

Watching his parents mourn his disappearance, he discovers himself being tortured continuously by the eerie silence and inability to be heard or take action. After much pain and self-loathing, he decides that nothing is impossible. He will find a way for restoration and end the torment his parents as well as himself endures.

NightWalker by Ime Atakpa is extremely well written and has perfect grammar and editing. The author has a skill of developing the story and the characters. The main character, Hubert, faces a dilemma and though the storyline is well groomed, the beginning is drawn out, almost drowns out the plot and direction.

The pieces will fall together and hook you in if you give it the chance. The author has left an opening for Hubert’s story to continue and I am hoping Book 1 is just an introduction to the real jewels of this adventure.

My advice and suggestion for the author are to lighten the load of over describing the minute details in the beginning and keep it simple. Sometimes less is more.

I give NightWalker by Ime Atakpa a rating of Three. This is NOT a bad rating, it means I like the story and the characters but there are improvements that could be made.

Self Care

00b531c3fbc19450bf04107d38d5fa74Everyday, no matter where I go, I find individuals who live in constant misery.  They swim in their own waters of low self-esteem, envy, jealousy, and stress.  I guess society has named these individuals as “drama-whores”, but this name only brings to light part of their inner turmoil.

Have you ever had coworkers, friends or even family, become your biggest supporter during extreme difficult times in your life?  When you heart is breaking and you feel as if your world is crumbling all around you?  These people are there for you during your worst.  They comfort, help you, and may even take control of your decisions, but once your crisis is over, they either disappear, act as if there was never a bond between you, or appear as if they are upset with you?

This is what I see all around me.  I seriously believe the old saying is true, “Misery Loves Company”.  I listen and I observe.  I see those who make it their daily goal to snuff out others’ inner lights.  What I can’t figure out,  is if they do it because they think their light will burn brighter when they destroy others, or if they just want company to swim with them in the waters of misery.  Maybe some do it subconsciously, aren’t even aware of their actions.

There really isn’t a solution to stop these individuals and for strangers or coworkers, we are not really in a position to be emotionally supportive.  Since we can’t avoid them either especially at our places of employment, the only thing that we can really concentrate on, is ourselves.

We need to focus on our own spiritual, emotional, and physical well-being.  From now and into the future I plan to do just that.  During my own self care, I will send out a little wish and prayer that my positive energies will spread or rub off on those individuals as well.

I will protect myself and my light from being snuffed out.  I won’t fall in their lake of misery.  I will not drown.  I will always reach for my own light of happiness.

New Orleans Experience – Day Five and Six

Yes 2 days in one! I know, I know!  I needed another day in bed to recover from this cold! It sucks getting sick on vacation.  Thankfully the hubby got me cold meds and a huge bottle of vitamin C, which I have been probably overdosing on but it works!

So moving forward to Day Six…I made myself get up and get ready.  We strolled through the streets of the French Quarter searching for an authentic voodoo shop.  I desperately wanted to find something for my best friend.  After browsing through a few shops claiming to be voodoo, I quickly discovered that these shops are not really authentic at all but mostly commercialized.

They all had multiple displays of oils, incense, and even voodoo dolls that seemed of cheap quality but were for sale with a high price tag.  Now, for those with an open mind and soul, you know who you are, when you go into certain places, places that you know have a certain mystical attraction, you can feel the energy.  Something in the air whether it is the hair on the back of your neck standing, a calm or nervous feeling, or a small breeze that whispers through your hair that feels like a touch.

Well I expected to feel something.  All of these shops had an altar on display, roped off with a sign that said “Do Not Touch”.  Even with that altar display, there was no energy, no feeling…nothing.  The only vibe I got was the feel of someone trying to take advantage of tourists, claiming to be authentic and persuade visitors to empty their pockets and wallets for the cheap trinkets that they sold.

I knew right away they weren’t real.  But remembering what a Haitan waiter told us that the truly authentic voodoo shops could only be found in the swamps, I was about to give up on finding that special gift for my friend.  I decided to buy a coffee mug and a poster from the Marie Laveau VooDoo Shop (yes it felt commercialized as well) instead of that special charmed gift that I had hoped would call out to me.

After making my purchases and feeling very disappointed, the hubby and I cut down one of the smaller side streets, enjoying the view and the hubby found a spot that was filmed on NCIS New Orleans that he took a picture of.

Right close to the spot where he took his picture I found this little shop that caught my attention right away.  Mind you this shop was on a side street, no traffic at all, on foot or in a car.  There was nothing else on this street but residential homes and a gated parking area.

IMG_1299The sign hanging above the door had an energy and called out to me!  We went inside and I could feel the energy right away.  There was a feeling of peace and excitement at the same time.  There were items for sale but there weren’t huge supplies of these items.  Also these items didn’t seem cheap in quality either.

We browsed and chatted with the lady in the shop.  Come to find out, she was a palm-reader and she hosted (by appointment only) sessions for readings as well as special vampire/ghost tours that you would not find in the tourist attraction brochures.  If you would like to visit their website, click on the picture.  If you want to visit physically, their address is:

Carpe Noctem Boutique du Vampyre

709 1/2 St. Ann

New Orleans, LA  70116

As we kept chatting with her I found a shelf with special items on display.  No I won’t tell you what that item was because that was what called out to me, that special gift for my best friend, and I don’t want her to read this before I get home and know what her gift is, (Love you Gwen).

Anyways, there a little sign attached to the shelf giving instructions that you choose the main gift, but the lady in the shop would pick out special charms for you that would go inside the item.  So I asked her about those items.  She explained she would get a feel or read from you and she would pick out the charms just for you.

Butterflies exploded in my stomach!  I explained to her that I was searching for a gift for my best friend and asked if she could get a feel for her.  She said sure after she asked some questions about my friend.

PERFECT!

I answered her questions and she  picked out the charms.  I didn’t get to see the charms, so I don’t know what they are and they are hidden inside the gift.

This wonderful lady also gave us a special map to some hidden places that you don’t find on any of the ghost tours.  I loved her!!  And there were many more items in the shop I really wanted to buy.

But after saying our goodbyes and an invitation to come back for a private session and tour with my best friend, we made our way to Frenchman Street.  There we found the jazz and blues clubs.

We picked one and ordered a cocktail…only $5…and listened to the music while we relaxed.  I loved it!

Later we strolled down the streets heading back to our resort but made a quick stop at a Cigar Factory while hubby bought and enjoyed a hand-rolled cigar.

Today was a wonderful day and I look forward to what we have on the schedule for tomorrow.

 

Having a wonderful writing day!

Having a blast writing away and revealing more of Bri and Maya’s adventure!  Pieces of the puzzle are really starting to fall into place.  I am so excited to listen to their story and getting it out for others to enjoy.  I will keep you updated on their status.

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FEAR and DESPERATION can be so powerful!!

I wanted to share this little bit that popped into my head early this morning while I was trying so hard to ignore the cries of the cat and dog, to catch a few more ZZZ’s.  I could ignore the animals but I could not ignore these voices in my head.

Please tell me what you think, give me your opinion.  Should I listen to the voices and tell their story?

WOLF

She tried to leave her abusive husband while he was at work but his employer fired him for intoxication and he came home early.
Her husband nearly beat her to death before the neighbors heard her screams and called the police.
Lying in a hospital bed on the verge of death, her soul broken along with her bones, something deep within her is awakened and cries out like a silent beacon.

He hears the cries of desperation and pain. They pull and tug at him so strongly his wolf gives him no choice but to follow.
When his wolf leads him to a hospital hundreds of miles away, he finds the source of power that calls to his wolf like a magnet.
Before his human mind and logic could register and analyze how there, lying in a hospital bed, beaten and broken, was another like him when he was sure he was a last of his species, his wolf came forward strong and dominant.

Mine.”