About The Progeny Series

At its core, The Progeny Series is simply about a man and woman who fall in love, and the fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a Wiccan human are secondary factors. When we meet Ascher, he’s grumpy. Frankly, who could blame him? He’s engaged to seal to Ursula—a cold and careless vampire who wants nothing more than to get her hands on a bloodstone— and he feels conflicted about his existence.

 All of that changes when he meets Shawnette McCutchin. She’s beautiful, intriguing and possesses some of the most potent blood that he’s ever smelled. A war immediately begins inside Ascher. He craves Shauna’s blood just as much as he craves her body and the closer they get, the harder it is for him to control his urges. After Ascher calls off the sealing to Ursula, the trouble begins. His family’s peaceful period ends when Ursula’s army attacks the Rousseaus.

 This series encompasses a family dynamic of which we’ve never seen. The Rousseaus share a common mortal and immortal bloodline, but loyalty is the thread binding this clan. Shauna and Ascher’s dissuaded love only strengthens the family bonds. Their unique union transcends bloodlines and completes the prophecy, defying the beliefs of centuries old covenants while shattering the wall between the Wiccan and vampire worlds that has existed for ages. This series is erotic paranormal romance intended for adults, as it contains adult sensuality, language and themes.

The Progeny (The Progeny Series #1)


                                                              “No fate other than the one I choose.”

The timeless creed, and tattoo, bore by the Rousseaus— a vampire clan with the purest bloodline of any vampire family. Out of this clandestine group came one who was different, yet the same: Ascher-a half-bloodling— half- human, half vampire.

Ascher questions the purpose for his existence and which world he truly belongs to: the human world or the vampire world. Two months from sealing to Ursula— a prearranged union to a woman he abhors — he’s at his wit’s end. He knows if he calls off the sealing, the Romanian clan will strike with deadly force, but he cannot see eternity with a cold empty shell of a woman like Ursula.

Just when he thought life was complicated enough, he meets Shauna— a beautiful, bi-racial human Wiccan — and immediately develops an unshakable attraction to her. She makes him feel alive and vital despite his origins and Ascher makes a decision that turns his immortal world upside down.

 Blood Bonds (The Progeny Series #2)


“Forever. For always. For eternity.”

 The ties that bind two hearts are powerful. For Ascher Rousseau and Shauna McCutchin, it’s more than just a blood bond. Their union is that of vampire legend. Their love is a predestined prophecy foretold centuries ago.

 It’s a week before Ascher and Shauna’s sealing and the couple is making final preparations for their eternity, but Ascher’s ex has other plans. Ursula is hell-bent on revenge—revenge fueled by lover’s scorn and her father’s death—and she begins breeding a fresh army of newborn darklings to do her bidding.

 When Ursula finds a new weapon—an ally with the capability to dismantle the Rousseau clan— Ascher and Shauna’s bond is tested and they must stand together against Ursula or lose each other for eternity.

 Blood Promise (The Progeny Series #3)


“Their love is fated by an ancient prophecy. Now the promise is fulfilled.”

Ascher Rousseau is a half-human, half vampire whose life has been a series of prophecies and predictions. After finding incredible love and passion with Shauna—a Wiccan with powers beyond anything he’s ever known—he seals to her and hopes for happiness. But his enemies seek to destroy all that he loves, and he finds that happiness never lasts for long.

Darkness is descending and a vampiric revolution is nearing. A new brood of hatchlings is born to join their darkling brothers, in preparation for war. A preordained chain of events is set into motion that could lead to the rise of the demonic “cloaked one” and his half-human fallen children, while ending humanity—as we know it.

Can a supernatural love and the loyal bond of a family save the Rousseaus and the world from certain extinction?

Excerpt: The Progeny

Clutching her head with both hands, Shauna screamed, “No!” The windows cracked as she ran towards the door, fresh tears flooding her face.

Ascher grabbed for her—missing.

“No!” The ceiling rumbled, water raining down from the sprinklers. Shauna pointed towards the door. “Move!” At her command, it flew open, nearly ripping off its hinges.

Ascher appeared in front of her.

She scowled. “Go away!” An unseen force removed him from her path. Turning, she backed away from both of them, her eyes fixated on the two. Her finger twirled and pointed at each of them. “Stay!”

“I hope you’re happy now!” Ascher seethed at Ursula then sprinted after Shauna, catching her before she hit the stairs. He clutched her to him. “Shauna. Baby, please. Just let me explain.”

A strange burn started in her legs. What’s happening to me? She’d had rage issues all her life, never anything like this. Her clear eyesight blurred gray. The hall she’d seen for three months and knew like the back of her hand, became an unfamiliar maze veiled by her fuzzy vision.

Taking a stumbling step, she regained her balance against the wall. “I told you how important honesty was to me, and you’ve kept this from me the whole time. You told me she was nobody—that it was only physical curiosity. It doesn’t look that way to me. She talks like she owns you. You said that was over. How were you going to cover up getting married to someone else?”

“I wasn’t. Please, just listen to me—”

Shauna shook her head. “I’ve listened enough, and I can’t trust you. Without trust, we have nothing. All you’ve done is feed me lies. You’re a liar! I despise liars! I can’t believe I was going to sleep with you, allow you to be my first.” She gripped her stomach and doubled over as the nausea crept from her depths. “I’m going to be sick.”

He reached for her again.

“Don’t touch me!” Every ounce of restraint left her body, and chaos flooded her brain. She wanted to lash out. No, she needed to lash out.

“Shauna, just let me take you home. I promise I’ll explain things to you.”

“What part of I don’t want to hear your lies don’t you understand?” Pushing her hands away from her body, toward him, she barked, “Back!” He flew back and against the wall. “I don’t want to hear anymore lies!” She sobbed into her hands. “I hate you. I wish I’d never met you!”

Pain and disbelief creased his face. “Shauna? You don’t mean that. You’re just upset. Let’s talk things through.”

“There’s nothing left to say, Ascher. Just leave me alone. I never want to see you again.”

“Shauna, I love you. Please. You don’t—”

“Oh, yes I do. I mean it and I quit! I can’t work here anymore.” She ran out the emergency exit, setting off the door alarm, sprinting into the night.

Excerpt Blood Bonds 18+

A devious smirk crossed his face as he grabbed the champagne bottle.

“What are you doing?”

He shook the bottle, his thumb plugging the opening.

She sprang to her feet, running to the far corner of the room, but he gave chase and willed himself to the opposite wall. His strong arms seized her and cornered her against the wall.

“That’s not fair,” she seethed. “You won’t always be faster than me.”

He chuckled.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

He shook the bottle more. “Wouldn’t I?”

She squealed, “No,” but it was too late.

The bubbly stream deluged her, raining down, soaking her with its sticky sweetness.

Ascher dropped the bottle then rubbed the stickiness all over her, massaging the liquid into her skin. His mouth journeyed between her breasts and lips, kissing, sucking and nibbling at her. “You’re so delicious.”

“I’m sticky. There’s a difference.”

“I’ll just have to prove my point to you.” He reached down, plunging a finger into her.

Her eyes widened with surprise.

Licking his finger clean, he said, “Nectar from the gods.”

He was so dirty and she liked it. His no fear approach to their sex life shocked and delighted her. His kisses migrated south, his lips and tongue equally stirring her hot skin.

“No,” she whimpered. “Haven’t you had enough?”

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Oh, no,” she faux protested.

He lifted her into the air, gently parting her thighs while his arms guided her legs over his shoulders. Her back was firm against the wall while his hands effortlessly supported her weight, holding her snatch at his face level.

He glanced up at her, grinned then growled, “Oh, yes.”

She squirmed, attempting to get away from him, knowing it was impossible and downright foolish to attempt it.

He squeezed the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, as his tongue burned hot laps onto her swollen clit. “You’re not getting away from me.”

“You’re—driving me—crazy!” she stuttered with spastic pauses, her fingers threading into his raven locks.

A muffled laugh came from below.

Her eyes rolled as her neck dropped back. She didn’t resist or protest—why would she when it felt so amazing. She let him have his way. When he wanted something, he always got it. She collapsed as the waves of orgasm flooded her violently shaking body.

He shifted her, cradling her into his arms, gazing at her with a hint of smugness on his face. “Guess I’d better clean you up. Care for a shower?”

“You’re such a bad boy.”

“True, but I’m your bad boy.”


Excerpt Blood Promise

Shauna stood tall, her posture erect and with her shoulders squared. Her shaky hand tensed as she drew her arm back, the dagger clutched inside. “Here goes nothin’…” Determination blazed in her eyes as she aimed and released the dagger, sending it hurtling toward the target. The knife soared through the air but dropped short of the tree.

“That’s okay, love. You did good, considering it was your first try. Let me help you.” He took a wide stance behind her, helping to reset her posture. “Now,” he whispered into her ear, placing another dagger in her hand. “Let’s see if we can get this right.” Winding his hand around her hand and the dagger, he guided her to the draw. “It’s all in the shoulders and wrist.” He wiggled their wrists back and forth as if they were one.

She drew a harsh breath as her pulse thudded against his fingertips.

Ascher pushed against the small of her back to lengthen her spine. “Stand tall.” His left arm held her waist steady while his right arm prepared her wrist to release the dagger. “Breathe deeply.”

Her whole body tensed, as both their arms drew back then flew forward, releasing the dagger. It soared through the air, landing just above the bulls-eye.

Ascher was proud and gave her an encouraging smile. He’d used minimal strength and only held her arm to give the illusion of his guidance. She’d done ninety percent of the work. “Great job, love.” He flashed over to the target tree, retrieving two iron poles from behind the bumpy bark—no way would he put a silver javelin in her inexperienced hands. He’d stowed them earlier in the morning while Shauna was showering.

His mood perceptively brightened. Javelin fighting was his preferred method of battle. He held the bars out, whipping them in measured circle eights, each slice of the metal heating his blood. Handing her the second bar, he watched her again.

 She weighted it in her hands and advanced toward him with a smirk.

Her championing of the rod with such easy twirls shocked him. “You’re pretty good at that.”

“Part of cheerleading was learning to twirl a baton—you know for parades and stuff. Sometimes, I filled in for the girls who twirled the flags. Our football and basketball teams sucked, but I loved doing the dance routines. This bar is longer and heavier, but the movements are similar.”

Cheerleader Shauna in her short skirt and swaying pompoms had been the star of a few of his fantasies. Watching her swing the pole made the skin on his neck prickle. This was a new sensation for him. He stilled, watching the strong muscles flexing in her newly sculpted body. Damn, that’s really hot!

Giving her a come-hither flick of his hand, Ascher widened his stance, gripping the bar between his down-facing palms. “This is a neutral position.” He waited for her to imitate his movement and only continued when he was pleased with her positioning. “All poses start from here.” Raising the bar in one hand and above his head, he gave it a series of turns, the velocity of the revolutions resembling the blades of a helicopter.

She stilled, her eyes rounding with astonishment.

“Ursula has never had to fight a battle on her own, so she’s not very good with weapons. Sure, she can overpower someone weaker and with less skill, but she has limited training with daggers and spikes and only a basic knowledge of sparring. Her strengths are evasion and swimming. She can swim for miles and submerge just as long. You’ll be strong sweetheart, but you’ll be a newborn with lingering human weaknesses.” Bringing the bar back to neutral pose, he motioned for Shauna to reciprocate.

Her stance was now self-assured, cocky even and evident in her smug expression. “I can beat her. If she’s a novice, she’ll be easy to beat.”

He sensed the wheels turning in her head; clearly, she didn’t take this seriously at all. “Damn it, Shauna! This isn’t a game. One false move—just one moment of lost concentration and that’s all it takes. She’ll pick up on your weaknesses and use them against you. Then, you—will—die.”

Author Interview:

I’d like to thank Brandy for hosting me today. I’m super excited to be here!!!!!

Brandy I have done a few interviews and love to hear how authors got started.  What was the first thing that you can remember writing?

Ashlynne:  I was eight when the writing bug bit me. I won third place in an Optimist Oratorical contest and that was it. I can remember thinking, even at such a young age, how exhilarating it was to hear the members and audience clap for me. Honestly, it was the first time I realized the power of my words, and how I could influence others with them. As a teenager, I delved into poetry writing and continue to as an adult. The epilogues of The Progeny and Blood Bonds are actually original poetry that I wrote two years before I ever thought of writing novels. Destiny is a huge part of this series and something that I’m a big believer in. This fact makes me sure that I was meant to write these characters.

Brandy What was your muse for Ascher and Shauna?

Ashlynne:  The series started as a dream about Ascher, after a particularly long day at my day job. To put it bluntly, I was beyond tired and slept hard. The dream was of this gorgeous, dark-haired guy with the most amazing and unusual blue eyes. He was wearing an amulet around his neck that I immediately began to sketch when I woke from the dream. I’m no artist and only two people have seen that original sketch. The rest is pretty much history. I never dreamt Shauna, and she just evolved in my mind until she was what Ascher needed. The two actors that I feel look most like Ascher and Shauna are Thomas Dekker and Zoe Kravitz.

Brandy I love music but I find it distracting when I am writing. Do you like to listen to music when you write or do you like the silence?

Ashlynne:  I rock out when I write. I’m just the opposite and find it difficult to write in silence.

Brandy I am a die-hard Wes Craven fan. Who is your favorite horror director and film?

Ashlynne:  I’m a horror movie fanatic, which is strange considering that I’m a chicken at heart. I like Wes, but if I had a choice of directors to do a Progeny movie, Rob Zombie would be my choice by far!

Brandy:  I love the vampire/witch concept because it does step out of the typical romance pair. What drew you to that line of romance?

Ashlynne:  Rebellion.  Seriously, in my opinion, the vampire/werewolf thing has been done to death. I understand that they are supposed to be natural born enemies, but come on. Where is the love for the witches? Since vampires and witches are my two paranormal loves, I thought it fitting to include both of them. I’m a bit of a rebel, and tend to do just the opposite of what others expect.  There was just something so deviant about putting the two together, and add in covenants that forbid their union. I call Ascher and Shauna the paranormal version of Romeo and Juliet.

Brandy:  I work multiple jobs like you and would love to be able to blog and review full-time. Do you find yourself ever resentful that you don’t have as much time as you would like for your writing?

Ashlynne:  This something I really struggle with. I’d love to write and host others on my blog all of the time, but there are these things called bills and obligations that have to be met. I do fantasize about writing full time, though, and this is a long term goal I hope to accomplish.

Brandy:  What are three things you would like to share with the readers that may not be common knowledge?

Ashlynne:  Like Shauna, my favorite color is pink. My only child has autism. My favorite comfort food is homemade mac and cheese.

Brandy:  What is the best thing about being a successful author?

Ashlynne:  To be completely honest, I can’t answer this question, because I don’t consider myself as that. I could grace the top of the New York Times Bestseller list, and I doubt that I would feel accomplished. I am my writing’s worst critic, and I’ll always find another author who I feel writes better than I do. I will tell you this, nothing beats making a connection with readers, or having them tell you how much they enjoyed your story. This is worth a stack of sales. It’s why I write—to connect with others.


Brandy:  Anything you would like to share with the readers that are looking into a writing career?

Ashlynne:  My biggest piece of advice is to just keep writing. I have a personal adage that I use when I’m tired and feel like I want to stop. Have Patience With The Process. Novels don’t just write themselves. Also, trust your characters to tell you their stories. I dream of my characters often.  The first time that happened, I was freaked out by it. Now, I look forward to it, because I know that I’ll wake up with some piece of dialogue or a scene idea that will be fabulous.

Thank you so much, Ashlynne for taking the time to visit with me! 


I know that if you follow my blog or facebook pages at all, it is fairly obvious that I am romance book whore.  But do you know that my go to genre, the type that I would read a thousand times over, is vampire.  I LOVE VAMPIRES.  So, when two of my favorite people asked if I would be willing to do this series, I said sure.  What an amazing trilogy.  I read all three books in one night.  When I do that I find it easier on me to do one big review rather than individual reviews so here goes. 

Honor and Loyalty are at the heart of the Rousseau family.  It is the bond that binds their loyalties.  When Ascher meets Shauna there is no turning back.  Sometimes in life, fate takes a hand to complete a destiny.  Shauna and Ascher are a destined couple.  Try telling that to Ursula.  She will not stand for the humilation of having the seal with Ascher broken.  She goes to war and revenge is the name of her game.  I like that Shauna’s sister Katy has a role in the book.  Sometimes the secondary characters can draw you in more than the main ones.

In the second book, I was a little distraught.  Miscarriages in a book bother me for personal reasons and Shauna’s at the hands of Ursula’s was harsh.  Shauna and Ascher are bonding and her sister Katy is in love.  Ursula intrigues me.  I know that evil never needs a reason for the things they do but there were some places that I just wondered why she kept going on.  I understand she was furious with the humilation of getting dumped but I really wanted to tell her to grow up and get over it.  How does she think she is going to beat destiny?  Why does she think she is more powerful than a prophecy? 

In the third book they have finally married but war is ever on the horizon and Ursula has more tricks up her sleeve than a magician.  Shauna and Ascher are a wonderful couple and the love and passion they share is breathtaking.

If you follow my reviews then you know that I don’t like spoilers.  I think they take the essence of the author’s work away from the reader.  This series is a fabulous read for anyone that likes paranormal.  Yes, it shares some basic characteristics with other vampire books.  In this day and age I think it would be hard not to.   This is one of those series that needs to be savored and devoured.  Read it.  Then come back here and tell me that I was right and it’s a kickass series.  🙂

About Ashlynne Laynne

Ashlynne Laynne has always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun-loathing creatures of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music that is of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny. The vampire/witch pairing is unique and different when most books pair vampires with werewolves.

 Ashlynne loves writing on the edge—combining the erotica and romance genres—and thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the wicked, damned version of Romeo and Juliet. She is currently working on book four of her Progeny Series, book one of her upcoming Rocker Series, and an untitled novella WIP. In her spare time, she enjoys cooking, reading and spending time with her family. She juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write exclusively one day soon. Find and follow here online on Twitter. Check out her Manic Readers page, Blog and Website, or leave her a note in her Reader Email.

Ashlynne lives in North Carolina with her husband and teenage son.

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Publisher: Crescent Moon Press
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: January 23, 2012
Length: 236 pages


What if your life finally seemed to make sense? But, what if inan instant everything is taken away? How far would you go to get your life back?

Seventeen year old Allie Anderson’s telekinetic powers are anything but useful–she can’t bring her
father back, can’t stop her mother’s downward spiral into alcohol, and can’t keep her from falling in love with Ethan Bradley. Loving Ethan is easy, but it comes with a hefty price: Ethan is prohibited by his people from interacting with mortals because he isn’t mortal himself. When Allie and Ethan’s love is discovered, there’s someone who will do anything to keep them apart. If Allie can’t learn to control her powers and fight to save Ethan, this dark entity will make every attempt to stop her beating heart. And if that happens, not even the energy of an immortal can bring her back.

Shimmering with strong paranormal elements, a touch of mystery, magic, and a forbidden love story worth dying for, Other Side of Forever will leave you craving more.


“It’s okay,” I whispered. “We belong together.” I now knew what I was saying was true. Between his pain and my pain, the battle was over. And I could feel the pull, the magnet that had succeeded in bringing us together. “I’m not going to fight you anymore.”

His deep, dark eyes refused to stray from mine as the strength of his body pushed me back on the sofa. Our hearts, perfectly aligned, danced in a rhythm I’d never thought possible, like hundreds of butterflies had been released into the air. Our breaths came in short, shallow gasps as he explored my neck with the softness of his lips.

Ethan brought his hands up, intertwining his fingers into mine. The warmth of our bodies connecting turned into a scorching heat, a burning desire that I didn’t understand.

He lifted his head, searching for my eyes. Once he found them, he locked on, refusing to blink as he drew me in. In an instant, it reminded me of the night we met. The way he’d seemed to peer into the depth of my soul. Except I wasn’t confused this time. Instead of fighting, instead of pushing him away like I did that night, I surrendered.


What a new and enriching experience for me!  It is not often that a book surprises me and Ethan and Allie did just that.  Allie is that kid that is always on the outside looking in.  I understand that position better than I would like.  Ethan is the typical beautiful new boy and Allie doesn’t want to get involved because of her special condition.

This is not what I would think a “typical” YA book is.  There didn’t seem to be as much angst as I normally would expect to see and I LOVED that!  This is a fabulous characters that bring a unique and challenging perspective to a YA romance and I highly recommend it to my YA readers!

Author Bio:

Born and raised in Delaware, Shannon Eckrich lives with her husband, two children, and chocolate lab, Chewy, along with her newest addition, Taylor, a spunky little kitty who loves to terrorize her while she’s writing.

Shannon’s second love is the paranormal.  Ghosts, angels, vampires, aliens, immortals, it doesn’t matter, she’s obsessed with it all, which is why she’s compelled to write stories in the paranormal genre.

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Britt Anderson went along with everything the doctors said for nearly four years, but she was still dying at eighteen. The cancer had won leaving her without a future, without any options, and without control. No control, except for how she would leave this world. As Britt tries to end her life by going into the frigid waters she realizes her mistake. She struggles to get back to shore, to cry out for help, but her atrophied muscles are useless and the frigid water steals the breath from her chemo-scarred lungs. Despite her father’s attempts to reach her, she flies over the waterfall.

When Allister Parks finds Britt’s fragile body on the riverbank something calls out to him. Ignoring the warnings of his sister, Allister brings Britt back from the edge of death. The only problem is that an Eternal like Allister isn’t allowed to touch those who have already passed from this world. It is forbidden; an infraction punishable by death.

As Britt relishes her new cancer-free life and senior year of high school, her very existence threatens Allister’s place in this world. Allister struggles to keep Britt a secret from the Eternal Council and out of the hands of the only Eternal who already knows the truth: the one who stole her guardian angel.

Author CS Yelle’s Top 10 favorite Paranormal Novels:

1. The Path by HK Savage
2. My Demonic Ghost by Jacinta Maree
3. New Moon by Stephanie Meyers
4. Empath by HK Savage
5. Twilight by Stephanie Meyers
6. Second Sight by HK Savage
7. Blue Messiah’s Scribe by JI Wells
8. Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone by JK Rowling
9. Wizard’s First Rule by Terry Goodkind
10. Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan


I am willing to read just about anything but I wasn’t sure if I would be able to read this. My husband is battling cancer so I find it difficult to read books that involve a battle with this serial killer. I am so glad I took a shot on this book. 

Britt is dying.  She is 18 years old and cancer is taking her life.  She convinces her parents to take her camping one last time.  As she sits at the edge of a waterfall, she realizes that she is ready to end it all.  The pain is unbearable and she wants to end it on her own terms.  Sinking into the water she realizes that she is a fighter.

Waking up on the way to the hospital after drowing, Britt knows something happened.  By the time she reaches the hospital it is obvious.  What do you do when you gain a second chance at life?  This story was difficult for me in the beginning but the story is overwhelming.  CS has managed to create a whole new paranormal world for me and I love it.  Allister is the main male character in this story but I have to admit that I am a Gabe fan and can’t wait for more!

Rated 4 Kisses

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Meet Cassaundra Keaton, an adult orphan raised in the foster system. She’s overweight and struggling to survive in a world that makes her feel like she can never fit in. Follow her journey as she learns to trust and love herself, and watch her grow as she finds love. But will an issue from her past rise up to ruin her new life?


It has to happen at some point,” my inner confidence argues. “Screw it, take a chance.” 

“You know what? Actually, I’d like that,” I laugh, watching Drew’s mouth fall open in surprise. Taking his hand, I lead him to the bathroom.  

“You sure about this?” he asks.  

“Yeah,” I answer, turning to look at him. “Are you?”  Drew drops my hand, and for a split second, I’m afraid he was just teasing about the shower. Then he shuts the bathroom door, kicks off his shoes, and grins. “Oh no,” he says, spreading his arms wide. “I can’t seem to undress without help.”  

“Ha! You didn’t even try!” Heat fills my face. I’ve never stripped anyone but myself before. 

 “And risk injuring myself more?” He shakes his head. “I think I’m going to have to report you to the nursing board, Miss Keaton.”  

Just do it. You can’t live in fear.  

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we? Surely, sir, there must be something I can do to appease your temper,” I tease, placing a hand gently on his chest, looking up at him as innocently as possible. 

 His breath catches, his eyes widening. “Well, I’m sure if you try really hard, we can think of something.”  

It takes us forever to get him out of his shirt, both of us in turn laughing and groaning as we figure out how to get the shirt off without hurting him. Catching sight of the healing incisions on his chest, I look up at him. 

 “Can you get those wet?” 

 “Yep, sure can. They’re glued or something, so I’m good as long as I’m not stressing the glue. Water is fine,” he assures me, reaching out to slowly lift the hem of my yoga top. 

 “Oh,” I whisper, heat beginning to leave my face and pool instead between my thighs, as he steps back with my shirt in his hands, taking in my ugly sport bra, struggling to keep control of my breasts. 

 “Does that work?” he asks quietly, lifting my chin and urging me to meet his eyes. 

 “The, um, the bra?” I ask stupidly.

 “Yeah. Does it help in your classes? Because it doesn’t look comfortable.” He reaches toward me again, flicking one of the many hook closures down the front. It pops open easily, leaving the bra with a “v” neck appearance.  

“Um, it helps, some,” I answer, blushing as he flicks another hook open. He works his way down the front of the bra, and though the fabric spreads, it doesn’t fall away. I swallow, gasping, standing helplessly as he cups my breasts, spreading the bra with his fingers until it suddenly springs free.


I am absolutely 100% in love with Brandi Kennedy!  I once was just as damaged as Cass.  I took the words, looks and attitudes of those around me and projected it onto myself.  Cass has been hurt by the people in her life and has always felt that no one saw past the extra weight on her body to the woman that she was. 

When she meets Drew Kingsley she is amazed that he thinks she is pretty and she waits for the shoe to drop off.  She has been brutalized by her foster brother, Rick for so long that she can’t imagine that a man will truly want her.  She is astonished that Drew is what he says he is and wants her like no other.

I can’t begin to thank Brandi enough.  She has written the book that I have imagined reading a thousand times before.  A true telling of a plus sized woman who knows she has faults but finds the strength to overcome them.  With the help of a good man who loves her for the person she is, Cass becomes a wonderful well-rounded (no pun, intended) person.  Like Cass, I was lucky to find my Drew Kingsley and married him. 

To the plus-sized girls, don’t ever give anyone control of you.  My husband taught me that those who are slinging hateful words at you are more than likely jealous of you.  Let it roll off and don’t give them the power or satisfaction.  I can’t wait for the next in this series by this fantastic author!

Rated 5 Kisses

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Brandy (Romancebookworm’s Reviews) I love how you describe yourself on your blog.  Every day we struggle to maintain our desire to grow and learn but to be true to ourselves.  Do you find it difficult to maintain a balance between family time and writing time?

Brandi (Author)I do struggle sometimes, to find the right balance of time between family and writing. There are days when I want to just play with my kids, and then for a little while, I’m resentful of that inner need to write. I get resentful of these characters always busy in my head and tugging me away from the puzzles and the legos. But then I remember that there’s no rush, you know, and that this is why I love it … I don’t HAVE to do it today. I don’t have to do it tomorrow either. Especially with being self-published, I’m my own boss. I can put out a book a month, or a book a year. I can go entirely at my own pace. Right now, my kids are 9 and 3 so they need me, and they won’t always be here. So I do try to spend a good deal of time putting the writing aside and giving them more of myself. Someday, though, they’ll both be in school, and not long after that, they’ll be gone and living their own lives. That’s when I’ll write like a fiend, to get through that abundance of quiet time.

Brandy:  I love how you put it, “I am simply “from” where I’m “from”.  As your writing takes off, do you find that it is difficult to be just you or have you developed a different persona for your writing life?

Brandi:  First, let me say that I love that you took the time to see that. It’s no fancy work or anything and hardly very original, as it’s from an old meme that used to circle the net, sort of a writing prompt that I fell in love with. But it’s such an adequate way to express myself and where I grew up, the memories that reside in that place where I spent my childhood. I’d like to think that for the most part, I’m still true to that girl who grew up on the side of the river, in a small town with a small but fiery family and a small circle of friends that were closer than blood. Still, that was a cocky girl who was full of fancy and dreams … I’d like to think that I’m a more mature version now, maybe a bit more professional. At least, sometimes.

Brandy:  I always like to ask my authors during interview if they could tell us 3 things about themselves that might not be common knowledge.

Brandi:  Hmm, you want secrets, then, do you? Let’s see what I can give. I think it’s best we start with spiders. They horrify me, Really though, it’s pretty much anything smaller than me that has more legs than I do. Spiders, scorpions, bees, roaches, rats. I’m scared of pretty much all of it. Secret number two? I’m afraid to go outside after dark. Not because I’m afraid of the dark, but because I’m terrified of who or what might be in the dark. I don’t even take my dog out at night without calling someone first, so that I’m not “alone” in the yard at night. Number three? My biggest fear is Alzheimer’s. I’d rather die any sort of horrific death, even a painful, lonely one … I can’t imagine anything worse than forgetting myself, my children, my family. I can’t imagine knowing that every day I spend on the earth is one that renders me more and more helpless, and even that basic knowledge slips away as I fall into oblivion. I value my memories, even the bad ones, so greatly, I just couldn’t imagine having them all slip away. And having a terribly flighty mind as it is, just makes the fear that much worse. Every time I lose my keys or forget where I parked, I’m convinced I’ve got Alzheimer’s.

Brandy:  Are your girls excited about the direction that Mom’s writing is going?  I am a mom of boys and they are always curious to what authors I am reviewing for and how the blog is going.

Brandi:  Well, the youngest is really more pouty than anything. She’s spent three years with a mother who had no job, nothing to do but mother her, because I’ve been a stay at home mom for as long as I’ve been a mom. So it’s been an adjustment for them. And my little one, now she hears me regularly say, “You’ll need to sit and play on your own for a little while so Mommy can work, and then I’ll play that with you when I’m finished.” I think my older daughter has adjusted better and is pretty happy about it most days though. She’s always really excited when my books come to me in the mail and she can hold them. I don’t let her read them, of course, but she loves seeing herself mentioned in the dedications, and she likes that there’s real proof of why I’m always tapping away on the computer. She’s been after me to write her a tween series.

Brandy:   was raised in the south and I noted that you crochet and knit.  Is that something you have taught your daughters?  My mom taught me how to do blankets but it never really stuck!  LOL!

Brandi:  Well, I’ve always been one of those “crafty” people. I wanted to learn to crochet as a child, and I learned from my grandmother on my father’s side. Eventually I forgot, but it wasn’t something I ever let go of. So after a while, I re-taught myself, then I taught myself to knit. I also know a few basic embroidery stitches. I can’t sew though; for some reason my stitches always fall apart. If I had to have a favorite craft though, it’s furniture building. There’s nothing that makes you feel powerful like standing back and looking at a piece of furniture you designed and built with your own hands. Someday my house will be chock-full of things I built on my own.

Brandy:  I love that you brought an overweight character to life.  As a plus-sized woman and author myself, I find that it gets old having the same type of female characters.  Did you find that it was difficult to bring life to Cass?

Brandi:  Thanks for loving Cass like that, she needed it. You know, I think a lot of the plus-sized community is tired of that. So many of these books are full of perfect men and women. I know we read to escape reality, but for me, I need enough reality to make the fantasy of a book seem livable. And for a plus-sized American woman, that usually means a little extra weight. Crooked boobs, dimpled hips, or tree-trunk thighs. We can’t all look like supermodels, but you know, we don’t all have to hate what we look like. The world is full of women in all sizes, and they can all be beautiful, from Tyra Banks to Melissa McCarthy. That actually made it easy to give life to Cass. Aside from the fact that she’s so much made up of parts of me, she’s a real woman already, so she wasn’t hard. She’s fat, she’s sensitive, she’s self-conscious, and she’s terrified of being rejected by the world over something as shallow as her appearance. Now tell me, who can’t relate to that?

Brandy:  My grandmother was a foster parent for many years and I know how deep their fears and issues can go.  Did you find that this was a difficult subject to write about?

Brandi:  I knew a lot of kids growing up who were in foster homes, and I knew a lot of kids who had horrible childhoods. Through my school years, I knew abandoned kids, I knew unwanted kids, I knew beaten and abused kids. I knew raped and molested kids. It’s not hard for me to write about that kind of thing, because in so many ways, I’ve been there. I’ve experienced things some people wouldn’t make it through, and I’ve experience so much through the lives of the people who’ve walked in and out of my life over the years. It’s maybe hard to read about death, or drugs, or rape, or self-esteem and the temptation of suicide. But those are the things that make these characters real to us as readers; we need to relate to them in order to love them.

Brandy:  Any thoughts or words of wisdom to pass on to other writers?

 Brandi:  Don’t quit. If you’re scared of writing a novel, work on a short story. If you can’t do that, work on a poem, or a paragraph. If you want to write, then write. Practice really does make perfect. And you do what you can, when you can, however you can. Because if it’s what you’re meant to do, you’ll have a passion for it, a burning need to see it and do it and have it be real. So you reach for that, and you keep trying. But don’t let that passion overtake your discipline. Don’t be lazy about it. Don’t skip the editing, or the proofreading. Don’t skimp on the effort, and don’t run from criticism. Accept it, grow from it. Otherwise, you can’t succeed in it. You need a strong heart and a thick skin. But you can develop that. If I did, anyone can.

Thank you so much, Brandi!  It was amazing to talk to you and get to know you a little bit!



Brandi Kennedy is a romance novelist whose work centers on the contemporary set, sometimes with a playful twist of this or that as she toys with bits and pieces of other genres. She is the author of To Love A Selkie, which is a tragic romance with a twist of the fantasy element. She is also the author of the Kingsley Series, which is entirely contemporary and focuses on the romantic happenings of the fictional Kingsley family.

 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.

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If you were faced with the abominable decision to die or kill a loved one to
survive, would you be the honorable sacrifice?

Hell’s Mercenary. The Urban Fantasy novel from the Intervening World
Chronicles, by up and coming author Luke West.

Tobias is the Devil – the ruler of Hell. For years he has banished the souls of
innocent humans only to compliment his ruling status, but slowly things are starting
to change.

Fewer souls are struggling down the elevator ride eventuating at Hell’s
reception desk, yet heaven is reporting an influx of angel’s climbing the staircase into the clouds.

Tobias begins questioning the rules with his sister and rivalry – Constance –
the leader of heaven.

When his inquiries go unanswered, he entrusts his assistant Arliah with a
mission she simply cannot refuse, yet reluctantly accepts.

Her uncanny nature and gothic philosophy only cause havoc among Hell’s
people, and their eyes slowly open as they begin noticing her continual departures
through Hell’s gates and presumably into the beauty of heaven.

What Arliah soon comprehends is that the gates of heaven are located at the
other end of Earth.

Earth – A deserted world: a place of patience, hope and misery. The only
escape is to win the game; your target – the humans with the leading bounties.

Will her black magic connections lead her to the gates of heaven – a world
believed to be the light at the end of the tunnel? Or will her newfound supernatural
powers carve the third strike against her signed contract?

Her mission – find heaven, and once she does, bring it to Hell.


This book is a little outside of my normal read but I have to say that it was worth my time!  Luke West has developed a world that is different and that in itself is a breath of fresh air.  Tobias seems like the perfect devil to me.  I like the way that Luke develops his personality, but I feel a link to Arliah.  Her soul feels lost and alone and I have to tell you that when Tobias branded her, I wanted to knock him out.  Hell of a punishment for a mild offense but then it does come from the devil himself.  I think that in this story, Hell reminds me of high school! 🙂

Take a chance on this amazing author and let me know what you think!  If you are an urban fantasy kinda person, Luke West is your man!

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Luke West is an up and coming author from Queensland, Australia. He was raised and

still resides on the Gold Coast.

“Life is a journey, who knows the destination.”

                         – Luke West

Luke has always enjoyed creative writing, and his first dream – to become a published author – was realized at a young age. His parents were constant, avid readers of his many short stories and novels, and have always supported his decision to chase his dreams.

After studying the art of writing throughout his teenage years, Luke finally took the leap to pursue his writing career and set out to release his debut novel.

Luke decided to explore the self-publishing world, aiming to prove to the publishing houses that he has what it takes to research, market, and sell his work. With this goal achieved, he hopes to secure a full time career in the world of the written word.

Luke enjoys writing Fantasy, Horror or anything with a paranormal twist. His debut

Urban Fantasy novel, Hell’s Mercenary is the first of three books from the

Intervening World Chronicles and is set to hit online stores soon.

“Thank you for allowing me to entertain your imagination. I hope my books find themselves among your favorite books.” – Luke West


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He leans down, lips parted, and then our lips connect…We didn’t know that this one kiss has FOREVER changed the Land of the Fae.

According to the Prophecy proclaimed many years ago, Princess Calista of the Summer Court is destined to change the Land of the Fae from the evil determined to destroy it. Her powers are phenomenal, and she secretly trains for battle with her handsome warrior friend, Merrick, who unbeknownst to her protects her heart as well, in hopes of keeping it for himself. At least, until the seductive Prince Ryder attends the Guardian Ceremony and instantly sends a fire burning through her veins and a connection so deep they both discover a love above anything imaginable.
No one knows how Calista is destined to change the kingdoms, but there is one that does. He not only craves Calista’s power, but her body as well, and his goal is to steal her power, make her his Dark Queen, and take over the Land of the Fae.
Will the evil succeed in claiming Calista’s soul? Or will the two men that fight for her heart save her from despair, and help her fulfill her destiny to become what she was meant to be.


This was my first book about the “Fae.” I must say I was quite impressed. I love how L.P. Dover allows us to see into each character by “hearing” their points of view from within their own chapters.  It allows you to develop a love for each character by understanding their full emotions.

How would you feel if your destiny was something other than what you wanted? How would you know whether what you were feeling was real or just part of “fate’s” plan? Would you go against your destiny to find the love you desire?

This book has a great story line along with the romance, friendships, and betrayals that we all love. If you love the paranormal books, you will love this book. It is a series and I am dying to read the next book.

Rated 4 Stars




L.P. Dover lives in the beautiful state of North Carolina with her husband and two wonderful daughters. She’s an avid reader that loves her collection of books. Writing has always been her passion and she’s delighted to share it with the world. L.P. Dover spent several years in college starting out with a major in Psychology and then switching to dental. She worked in the dental field for eight years and then decided to stay home with her two beautiful girls. She spent the beginning of her reading years indulging in suspense thrillers, but now she can’t get away from the paranormal/fantasy books. Now that she has started on her passion and began writing, you will not see her go anywhere without a notebook, pen, and her secret energy builder….chocolate.


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I reach down to touch the ground and draw upon the magic of the earth.  I can feel the roots travelling in the soil.  I close my eyes to concentrate and direct the roots of the nearby trees to where I want them to go.  I envision them wrapping around both Ryder’s and Merrick’s legs and pulling them to the ground.  A few seconds later, the roots shoot up from the ground and wrap around both guys.  They shout expletive words and land flat on their backs.  Both of them are breathing hard and bleeding from different areas of their bodies.  I give them a second to cool off and am thankful they are too far away from each other to reach. 

I walk slowly to stand in between them while they are still lying on the ground.  They look up at me and I look at each one of them back and forth.  I shake my head and make the roots tighten on their legs.  They will soon understand how pissed off I am.

I look at them in the face and scream, “I can’t believe you two are doing this.  You didn’t give me any time to explain to either of you what is going on.”  I look at Ryder and say,   “Ryder, I have never given you a reason to doubt me.  Yes, you may have caught us in an odd position, but it was totally innocent and nothing happened.  Nothing was going to happen either.  You obviously don’t have any trust in me and it breaks my heart.  Last night meant more to me than anything in this world.”

Ryder opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

“I don’t want to hear another word come out of your mouth.  I am done talking to you right now.”

 I am so angry.  I can’t see clearly because the tears are welling up and I don’t want them fall, but they fall anyway.  I thought I could hold them in and not show weakness, but it breaks my heart that the man I love doesn’t trust me, and the man that loves me I don’t love back.  This is one messed up love triangle.

I take a second to catch my breath and then I look over at Merrick and say, “Merrick, you are my best friend and I do love you, but not in that way.  The changes that have happened are because of the prophecy.  Apparently, Ryder and I are going to bring about the changes in the kingdoms. Or at least we were.” 

I narrow my eyes at Ryder and then turn back to Merrick and say softly, “He’s my destiny.”

The hurt and longing in his face is too much, but Merrick turns his head away from me first.  That’s what does me in.  There comes a breaking point and I think I just hit mine.  I put my head in my hands and I fall to my knees.  I cry for what feels like an eternity. 

Ryder speaks up.

“Calista, don’t cry,” he says.

I am so pissed at him right now and the last thing I want is for him to console me.

Agitated, I yell, “Shut the hell up and don’t say another word to me right now or I’m going to make these roots really latch on and take your legs off.”

Hurt and understanding passes across his face and I think he realizes how childish he’s been because he actually nods and keeps his mouth shut.  I feel so lost and I have no clue what to do.  Merrick is still not looking at me. I speak silently so only he can hear.

 “I’m so sorry, Merrick.  I wanted to love you, but I can’t.  I’m falling in love with Ryder and I don’t think that will ever change.  Except at this moment I could beg to differ, but the fates of our land depend on him and me.”

“You just met him.  How can you say you love him?  You’ve known me your whole life, and look what he’s done today.  He doesn’t even trust you,” Merrick says to me in his head.

I nod.

“That may be true, but I have to believe there was a good reason for his doubt.  It couldn’t have looked good with you on top of me.  You have to admit that.”

“I agree, but I don’t think I can sit around and watch you and him be together.  I can’t do it, Calista.”

“What are you saying, Merrick?” I ask nervously.

Ryder clears his throat to get our attention. 

“You know, the whole mind to mind mumbo shit is getting annoying.  It would be nice to know what you both are saying.” He sounds very jealous and spiteful.  Merrick and I both turn to scowl at him.

Merrick then speaks aloud.

“What I’m saying, Calista, is that you have to choose.  Prophecy or not, I can’t help the way I feel about you and I can’t sit around and watch you two have a happily ever after.  I want you to choose which one of us you want in your life.”

Ryder turns his head sharply to Merrick and yells, “How can you make her decide   that?  Do you not realize how selfish that makes you?” He turns his head and shakes it.  “You’re unbelievable. I can’t believe you would actually make her choose between her best friend and the man she loves.  What kind of best friend are you?”

I am so sick of their bantering back and forth so I let out a disgruntled sigh and loudly yell, “Enough!  I’m done dealing with you two asshats.  Do me a favor and leave me alone…both of you.”  I look at both of them and say, “I’ll release the vines in a little bit.  Maybe that way you two can wallow in your own stupidity for a while.”

I huff and turn to walk away when they both yell for me to stop.  I turn back around and raise my eyebrows, prompting them to continue speaking.  Nothing they say is going to make me release them.

Merrick pleads, “You need to let me come with you.  I am your guardian and I have sworn to protect you with my life.  I have to be with you.”

I laugh.

“Oh Merrick, I will be perfectly fine on my own.  I can take care of myself and you should know that.  Once you both get your heads out of your ass I might consider talking to you.”  I look at them and the looks on both of their faces are a mixture of embarrassment, anger and love.  They both mean so much to me and I hate I have to do this.

I look at Merrick one last time, “Goodbye, Merrick.”  Then I turn to the man I have fallen in love with and I can feel a hot tear grazing down my cheek. 

My voice breaks as I say, “Goodbye, Ryder.  I hope you enjoy your journey home to the Winter Court.”

I turn my back on them and run down the path back to the house.  All I hear as I continue on my way is the echoing of Ryder yelling my name and the breaking of my heart.

I can’t believe Merrick would ask me to choose between them.  I refuse to do that so I’ll just let them decide who stays and who goes.  If they both love me like they say they do, they won’t make me choose.  They need to act like grown men and act rationally.  The solution is simple. If I am going to be with Ryder, Merrick has to learn to live with it, and Ryder needs to learn to live with the fact that Merrick is my guardian and will always be with me.  My solution would also be to tell them both to get the hell over it.

I can’t hear them yelling anymore so I take my time heading back to the house.  Spending time alone is definitely a treat because I don’t usually have much time to myself these days.  I see the lake just ahead and the wonderful willow tree where my life had started to change.  I felt so alive yesterday and now all I feel is loss and heartache.  I walk toward the tree and hear a rustling sound off to the side.  I look around and don’t see anything moving.

“Styx, is that you?” I call out.  “Come here, boy, it’s just me.”

I look around, but he’s not there.  I wonder what was making the noise.  Merrick and Ryder couldn’t have gotten out of the vines yet because I haven’t released them.  I shrug my shoulders and chide myself for being paranoid.  It must have been the wind.   As soon as that thought crosses my mind I double over in pain.  I can feel the blood oozing down the back of my neck and the world is spinning, making me nauseated.  The blood is hot and sticky as I reach to touch the back of my skull.  The pain is tremendous, so whoever or whatever hit me wanted to incapacitate me.  I’m beginning to think it’s going to work.  I can feel my mind slipping from consciousness.  I look around and there is no one out here that could have hit me.  I sink to my knees while my vision fades.  The last thing I hear before darkness takes over is the sound of a man laughing.  This can’t be good.  I recognize the evil laugh and he is definitely not a friend of mine. The world fades into blackness and then…Silence.

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Tessa Von Hellengaard is a real witch. Magical spells aside, she’s snarky and selfish, and the other witches in her silent spell coven are fed up with her. Their plan to reform Tessa involves taking away her magic, saddling her with one hundred extra pounds, and sending her to a weight loss spa. For good measure they call in Liam Kennedy, a charming and sexy fairy godfather, to teach her some manners. Desperate to regain her magic and determined to shed the weight, Tessa soon realizes that protecting her heart from Liam will prove to be her greatest challenge.


This was something a little different.  Tessa is a self-centered little witch.  Literally.  When her coven decides to teach her a lesson, they slap an extra hundred pounds on her and send her to fat camp with her hot fairy godfather.  She starts off with being a condescending pain in the butt to everyone.  When she does something nice by accident and realizes that is how she sheds the weight, she starts being nice all over the place.  Like anything, if you do it long enough it becomes a habit.

This was a fun read and I see the potential for more good stories.

Rated 3 Bookworms



Caroline Mickelson loves her family and loves to write. She also loves a good adventure, among her favorites thus far were attending graduate school in a Scottish castle, riding a camel around the Pyramids in Giza, and taking a best-in-a-lifetime road trip to Graceland. Caroline lives in the American southwest with her husband and their four children, affectionately known as The Miracles.




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The Wall has long kept Elitland Valley safe from the demons on the other side. For centuries the villagers have avoided speaking of the Wall or the creatures it protects them from.

Upon their return from the annual Country Fayre, the older Atego brothers learn of their father’s passing. When fifteen year old Silas Atego learns the mysterious illness that took his father might have been a curse from a demon, his need for answers draws him to the one place he must not go. The far side of the Wall.

When Silas is still missing days later, his older brother Raphael sets out on his own to bring him home. On his journey, Raphael learns how it was his ancestor who was cursed by a demon creature from the Lake and had the Wall built to keep them out. More desperate than ever to find his brother, his search draws Raphael to the same terrifying barrier.

Along the brothers’ individual travels they face their greatest fears, make lifelong friends, and more importantly, learn the truth of what happened centuries ago.

Blindsighted Wanderer is a tale about how truth and forgiveness will set you free. Where myths are transformed to legends that last a lifetime. The brothers leave their home as desperate boys but return to their family as honorable men.

Blindsighted Wanderer is a young adult fantasy, coming of age story appropriate for readers 12 +.


I am always super excited when an author agrees to do a little something extra for my posts.  E.C. Hibbs has been gracious enough to include a guest post!!

I’ll never forget the day in primary school, when I was handed a booklet full of myths about water creatures. Inside was a local folk legend, largely forgotten over the years, which told the tale of an arrogant young man who captured a mysterious water nymph. I immediately fell in love with it and used it as the base for my homework project that week. Then I put it away, and didn’t find it again until about nine years later, when I was thinking about what my next story could be.

I suppose I can break my writing process down into seven stages: ideas, fundamental research, basic planning, secondary research, detailed walkthrough, writing, and then editing it to death. Some of them might get shuffled around a bit – I know I don’t think about them consciously when I’m actually working! But whenever I write any story, I get completely swept away and the world becomes my reality until I type the last word. I actually get a lot of ideas and locations from my dreams; they’re very vivid so it’s reasonably simple for me to expand on them. So I make sure all my preparation is well-organised, and I have some kind of mental “umbilical cord” to keep me grounded.

With every story, however, I always research. To me, getting details right and believable is so important. If there’s one little hiccup which you can tell is improvised, it can upset everything. And I think that’s especially important when dealing with fantasy, because the most otherworldly elements have to be utterly convincing. I knew the setting of Blindsighted Wanderer was going to be medieval-style, but yet avoid the traditional “knights in shining armour” or “kings in castles” slant. So I piled together all the information I could find on normal, everyday life in the thirteenth century. It was important to me that the Elitland should almost have a character of its own, so I actually went back to my A-Level Geography notes on glaciated valleys. Some other things I touched on were Romani customs; lake ecosystems; Middle English language; Alpine transhumance farming; and drystone wall construction.

More often than not, 90% of stuff I research doesn’t even end up in the story, but the knowledge helps me stay confident while writing. I don’t just spend all my time looking through books and the internet, though. If I can, I get out and try to experience it. For Blindsighted Wanderer, I visited the Lake District and Snowdonia National Parks; went to a renaissance music concert; and even practised finding my way around while blindfolded! After all, I couldn’t really write from the POV of a sightless character, and yet be respectful of blindness, unless I know what it was like for myself. That was a very helpful experience; it really made me realise how much you hear and smell when you don’t have the use of your eyes.

But despite all that prep, the actual writing doesn’t take me very long. I always spend much more time on research and editing than I ever do on the narrative itself. I’ll carry on editing, ripping it apart and shuffling it around, until I can honestly see no more plot holes or loose ends. For me, research and editing can each take up to a year or more. So in that respect, Blindsighted Wanderer, from initial idea to completion, took about fourteen years to create.

I think it’s quite ironic that Blindsighted Wanderer’s blog tour is happening in February, because this month marks the 6th anniversary of the first draft. I look back at that version now, and the new manuscript that’s become the final book, and I can barely recognise them. So much has changed and morphed around, they might as well be two different stories. But the basic idea always remained: a young man cursed by a bitter Princess when he pulls her from her underwater home. It’s funny to remember sitting in the eaves of a Victorian cottage, the old booklet in one hand, pen and paper in the other; and meeting these characters properly for the first time.

Thank you so much, E.C.!


This was a really good YA story and I think it is one that my sons’ would enjoy as well.  It is a story about the Atego family and centers on Silas and Raphael.  Their family has been cursed and Silas wants to discover why and attempt to break it.  He sets off on his journey to the wall.  As it becomes apparent that Silas is not coming back, Raphael sets off on his own to find his brother.

I was awed by the story that unfolded in front of me that grasped the nuances of the past, mingled them into the present and forced them out into the future.  These brothers take different paths in the story, just like they would in life and they come out better men for their adventure. 

The author has managed to bring forth a world that is mesmerizing.  Her characters are well-developed, engaging and inspiring.  I loved how there was romance in the story but the story expanded beyond that.  It encompassed all the best parts of a truly great story; family, curses, revenge, love, hatred, and growth are all on display for the world to grasp and enjoy.

Rated 4 Bookworms


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Author Bio:

E. C. Hibbs has lived all her life in Cheshire, north-west England. A lover of stories from an early age, she wrote her first ‘book’ when she was five, and throughout school was a frequent visitor to the younger classes to read her tales to the children. Living so near the coast, she loves anything to do with the sea. She studied Animal Behavior at university and longs to work with marine mammals in the future. As well as nature and animals, she also has a soft spot for history, and loves paying visits to castles, cathedrals and museums. There are many things she could be without, but writing isn’t one of them. She carries a pen everywhere, in case an idea appears, and takes pride in still seeing the world as brimming with magic. Besides writing, she reads obsessively, her favorite genres being the classics and all kinds of fantasy. She also enjoys Disney and horror films, practicing Shotokan karate, drawing, archery, and playing with her very cheeky kitten.

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