Fedelta Parte 5: Daddy’s Girl

Fedelta Part 5

 

Take one dead man and one marked woman and you have Fedelta Parte 5: Read, comment, share.

Fedelta Parte 4: Making Deals With The Devil You Know

 

Fedelta Part 4

 

Check out the latest in the Fedelta saga: Making Deals with the Devil You Know. Fedelta Parte 4.  The first few chapters appeared on Wattpad as well as Cereal Authors.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Fedelta Parte 3: A Resurrection Of Sorts

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Fedeltà Parte 3

By Rachel Rueben

As Cassandra made her way to her seat in first class, she was stopped by a man towering in the aisle.  Flashing his badge he announced, “U.S. Sky Marshal,” while grabbing her free arm, “Ma’am, I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me” he said rather coldly. And just liked that, it was over.  She hadn’t even gotten out of New York.  Frozen, Cassie stood there in the aisle stunned they had found her so quickly.  Quietly, she made an about-face, not wanting to make a scene.  She would face her death with dignity, she owed her family that.

When they got to the terminal, she was taken to an empty V.I.P. lounge and cuffed to a chair.  It was clear, she was going to have to face the consequence of killing Armand.  Even in death he was throwing his weight around.  The memory…

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Fedelta Parte 2: Escape

Fedelta Part 2

Love mobsters and cops? Then check out “Fedelta Parte 2” my latest serial crime novel on the Cereal Author’s blog.

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In the last episode Cassandra Fenetti killed mob boss Armand Amatorè in retaliation for the murder of her father.  Now a marked woman, Cassie has to figure out the next move before the Cosimo family hunts her down. 

With her hands still shaking, Cassandra packed her bags in a frenzy, throwing whatever she could grab into the totes.  As she was zipping up, her cell rang, causing her heart to stop.  Instead of answering it, she just threw it into the waste basket next to her dresser.  It had a GPS and she couldn’t risk answering, let alone, taking it with her.  Exiting the hotel, she looked at her car and remembered that too had a GPS as well.  Without a car, she couldn’t go anywhere fast and without a phone, she couldn’t even call a cab.  Biting her lip, she fought back tears realizing just how royally screwed she…

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Memoirs of a Virtual Assistant

Rachel RuebenToday it’s my turn on the Fantastic Blog Hop Tour and I’d like to take the time to talk about me.  Where do I begin?…  Gosh, no wonder Mark Twain never finished his autobiography, this stuff is hard!  Okay, I guess I should start by saying I knew I wanted to be a writer since I was 12, but was told by my writing instructors, you couldn’t make a living at it.  So I went to school and got a certification in IT crap.  It was my plan B, just in case the writing thing didn’t work out.

I went into freelance writing but hated it, I mean the hustle was ridiculous.  The constant querying and networking involved was a huge pain.  So I decided to go into the workforce and get a “real” job.  However, my plan B was officially ruined after the economy crashed.

Just as I was about to go back to school, I saw a posting on Facebook for Red River Writers looking for a virtual assistant for one of their podcasts.  Having no idea what a podcast was, I Googled it and was immediately stoked.

As I listened to authors talk about their books and how they couldn’t live without writing, something clicked and before long, I was writing fiction again.  In fact, one day when our host Dellani Oakes was having technical issues, I was called upon to read one of my children’s stories.  “What?”  I said aloud.  You see, I hadn’t been published yet so this was daunting.  I managed to stammer and stutter my way through my story all the while, sweating bullets.  No seriously, I was Schvitzing like a pig and in the middle of January no less!

After that I was no longer a rookie, and right before one of our shows, Dellani, asked me what I was working on.  Dumbfounded, I had no idea I was supposed to keep writing while I queried.  I figured I’d just wait by the mailbox and see what happened LOL!

Hag by Rachel RuebenIn 2011, I decided to write a YA novel after the highly publicized suicides of several young gay men.  I had no idea where these characters would take me, but by 2012, I had a completed manuscript.  Since I had so much trouble getting an agent with my children’s book and after noticing that my kind of work wasn’t being published by the mainstream I decided to self-publish.  In March of 2012, I released “Hag” to the world and it managed to make all the way to the #10 spot on Amazon’s bestseller’s list.  So I’m in this for the long haul, and with a little hard work, I’ll be able to do it again with my upcoming book, “Eternal Bond.”

Keep your fingers crossed!

~ Rachel

Today, I’m being interviewed by several fellow authors on The Fantastic Blog Hop.  Do me a favor and give them a little love by clicking like or commenting. ❤

Juli Page Morgan: www.julipagemorgan.com/blog
S. A. Hussey:   http://sahussey1.wordpress.com/
Ruth Davis Hays:  http://jorthusbooks.wordpress.com/
Dellani Oakes: http://writersanctuary.blogspot.com/
Karina Gioertz: www.friedgatortail.wordpress.com
Karen Vaughan:www.karenwritesmurder.com
Kristen Duvall: www.kristenduvall.com/blog

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Meet S.A. Hussey: Yeah, That Hussey!

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Meet S.A. Hussey, author of the new novel Remembrance available soon at a bookstore near you.  Let’s see what we can learn about this new and upcoming author.

1.  Are you a fan of the genre that you write in?

Stephanie: My biggest issue I am a fan of many genres and I tend to incorporate them all when I write, so I never know what to call my book genre other than, “Stephy’s Supreme”.

2. Are you a pen and paper author or do you use a computer to write?

Stephanie: Both, but mostly the computer.  I keep pen and paper with me everywhere I go so in case something leaps out at me I can jot it down.  Other times I revert to pen and paper when writer’s block hits me.   I’ve also used a dictation machine and keep one in the car “just in case”.
3. If you couldn’t write what would you be doing instead?

Stephanie: My best guess…a singer or an artist.

4. What about this business surprised you the most?

Stephanie: How hard it can be to get a “good” crit.   Thankfully I have 2 people who are my “go to” people and I know they’ll give it to me straight.

5. Do you blog?

Stephanie: I have one and I do try but I changed over to WordPress and I am still learning the ins and outs of it.
6. Are you on social media? Do you enjoy it?

Stephanie: I am.  I tweet, have a facebook acct., etc. etc.   I still have an old Myspace acct. lol    I enjoy meeting up with new people but I find social media can be an energetical drain.  I feel like once I’m on-line I can’t get off and if you’re trying to write…well you need to uplug the internet connection.
7. The house is on fire, which do you save, your laptop or your book collection?

Stephanie: Since I am limited on space – my library is electronic I’d grab the laptop.  Though if I had the room and I had a library I would most definitely save the book collection.

8. The publishing industry is changing, do you think this is good or bad time for authors?

Stephanie: Everything is changing.  I would say it’s a little of both for authors.  Good in that anyone can self pub nowadays but the bad is at what cost?  You have to market and edit the story, something the industry used to do.

9. How do you promote your books?

Stephanie: My plan is to get myself into the local papers.  Most papers will post a blurb on locals.  I live near colleges so my plan was to make flyers and post them there and put under wipers at the local malls.  Also to hang some bigger flyers at high point traffic stops so people can see it.    It’s a plan.

10. Your editor says you have to kill a character, which one would get the ax?

Stephanie: In my current story, Remembrance, someone does get bumped off but if I had to kill off another person it would probably be Paige and by doing so would really change Ari.

Blurb for Remembrance: “Everybody has a past but not everyone has it return to torment them 600-years later bringing with it an enemy who plans to eliminate their future.”

Author Bio:

S.A. HusseyS. A. Hussey is a freelance writer, author, and published poet. She writes for Bluebird Reviews and Rock-it-Write both web-based music review sites and has had two poems published in anthology books. She takes part in on-line critique and writers groups. Her latest project is preparing her first novel, REMEMBRANCE, for self publication in January 2014. She continues to write and is working on another story entitled, ALL ACCESS.

Author Personal:

I live in a small coastal community just north of Boston, Massachusetts, and very close to the witch city of Salem. I have two amazingly beautiful daughters, and a 20-year-old Maine coon cat named Gidget who we believe gives rides to fairies in exchange for her long and leisurely life lounging on the back of my sofa. I am a full-time manager at a local hospital and when I’m not there I’m writing, reading or listening to music. I enjoy a good concert, and write reviews for my music website, Rock-it-Write, as well as do freelance reviews for an amazing fan-based music website, Blue Bird Reviews. I enjoy most genres of music but the blues and classic rock are favorites. Led Zeppelin stole my heart and makes my soul come alive.

Reading is another passion. I love escaping into new worlds every day. My favorite is, The Songmaster, by Orson Scott Card. There’s something in the way the worlds were weaved and how the characters were brought to life. When I first read it my 11 year-old mind was enthralled. I wanted to do that – I wanted to create and write, and I did for many years through poems and short stories, stopping only to raise my girls. Now I’m back, creating worlds and characters of my own and having a blast while doing it.

10 Questions and More with Author Karen Vaughan

Today on the Fantastic Blog Hop Tour we have a regular on board, Karen Vaughan.  Author of Dead Comic Standing, Over Her Dead Body and Daytona Dead and new pod caster on the Red River Writers Network.  Let’s see if we can find out a little more about this very talented woman.

1073283_10151707685041668_1316799290_o1. Are you a fan of the genre that you write in?

Karen: Yes I grew up reading Hardy boys and Nancy Drew. I love light mystery like what I write and romantic suspense along with thrillers and crime drama.

2. Are you a pen and paper author or do you use a computer to write?

Karen: I go from whats in my head to the laptop. However there are times I do take notes and add them to the story.

3. If you couldn’t write what would you be doing instead?

Karen: Welfare bum with tin cup? No I would probably do some kind of work to help the less fortunate.

4. What about this business surprised you the most?

Karen: How much the authors support each other. I thought it would be more cut-throat and competitive.

5. Do you blog?

Karen: Yes, not religiously but when an idea comes to mind I do blog about it.

6. Are you on social media?

Karen: Do you enjoy it? Yes I live on Facebook, the others not so much.

7. The house is on fire, which do you save, your laptop or your book collection?

Karen: Laptop—I can find other books later

8. The publishing industry is changing, do you think this is good or bad time for authors?

Karen: Yes good for independent authors to forge their own path and not depend on the big houses. We do have to do our own marketing but there is the opportunity to learn so much.

9. How do you promote your books?

Karen: Social media like facebook and Goodreads and word of mouth. I also hired the services of a publicist for 2 months and it’s been helpful.

10. Your editor says you have to kill a character, which one would get the ax? 

Karen: Maybe Gibbons that would create a conflict for Laura as they were good friends and to have to get used to a new detective who might not be so nice.

Daytona Dead Character Interview:

Front cover of daytona deadCHAT WITH DAVE MEECHAM

The cub reporter  for The Daytona Beach News journal Callie Springford sits down with convicted police officer to get the straight skinny on what went down during the Killer T. Ford Roadkill rampage.

WHY ARE YOU IN JAIL?

I let my brother in-law Killer T. Ford talk me into being his eyes and ears at the police station. I was privy to a lot of info that I should have told my supervisors about with regards to his involvement in the identity theft ring and the hit and runs.

WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO COME CLEAN?

My wife Annabelle made me see that her brother Duane aka Killer T. was nothing but trouble and he could very easily drag me down the same dark path to hell that he was going on. I decided my life with her was more important than keeping that spoiled little prima donna happy. I had tremendous guilt over the whole break in thing at the Fitz hotel room, getting Rueben to nail Cronk, and getting the kid killed by that bastard.  I might be doing time here but I can stand a bit taller having down the right thing.

WHAT WAS YOUR CAREER BEFORE THAT? I was a desk clerk at the local police station as I had been demoted from my job in Forensics up in Dade County.

ARE YOU EASILY INFLUENCED BY OTHERS?

Unfortunately I would have to say yes. Killer T kind of bullied me into doing a lot of dirty things including trashing that nice couples room.

IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING IN YOUR LIFE WHAT WOULD IT BE? Not be such a wuss.

COUNTRY MUSIC OR ROCK?  Depends on my mood I like either

DO YOU HAVE A NICK NAME? At work they called me Barney Fife now the guys in here call me Dead Meat

FAVORITE COLOUR? Definitely not orange.   Hey do you think this jumpsuit makes me look fat?

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WHEN YOU GET OUT?  I am taking computer courses so maybe I can get a job at Best Buy when I get out.

DO YOU HAVE REGRETS?  Yes definitely and if I could I would undo all the things I did to hurt innocent people I would do it in a minute.

IF YOU COULD GIVE A ROOKIE COP ONE PIECE OF ADVICE WHAT WOULD IT BE? Stick with your principles and don’t let the lure of easy money make you do stupid things.

Author Bio

About Karen Vaughan:Author Karen Vaughan

Karen Vaughan lives in Peterborough Ontario with her husband Jim and a four legged off spring named Sugar. She is the mom of a 22 year old daughter and four grown step children and a 2 1/2 year old grandson named Ike. DEAD COMIC STANDING is her second novel. Her first novel DEAD ON ARRIVAL garnered praise from friends, family and online gamers.  She also enjoys doing crafts and other hobbies. Her latest book is called OVER HER DEAD BODY is the second book to DEAD ON ARRIVAL. DAYTONA DEAD is the third in that series which is soon to be released.

For Fleet: The White Aura by Felicia Tatum

This is for book of the week on Passionate about Books.

The White AuraHow do you live with the gut clenching truth that the one you love will die if you meet them? Twenty year old sorcerer Scott Tabors is learning how. After seeing seventeen year old Olivia Whitehead outside of a coffee shop, his heart will never be the same. He longs for her, he wants her, and he knows she will be his. They are heart mates. …but due to a curse on his family, he can’t meet her. Not yet. So for now, he visits her in her dreams. Her dreams where he can tell her everything but his name.

Olivia Whitehead is a typical junior in high school. She and her best friend are having the time of their lives, but she can’t help but notice the changes happening to her. Especially the changes in her heart after she begins dreaming about a mysterious dark haired young man. But what will happen when the school heartthrob decides he wants Olivia? Will she realize the dream man is real or will she move on?

Excerpt:

My reflection was much calmer than my inside. I was an absolute wreck inside, worried and scared about the events that would happen tonight at the dance. Wearing black dress pants and a white buttoned shirt, I looked dressed up enough to blend in if I had to go in the building for any reason. My pockets were loaded with stunning charms that would stun the attacker if I threw them at him. I had a knife in my back pocket, big enough to do damage if needed. I didn’t want this fight to become that violent, but I was prepared to protect Livvie if I had to.

Mark had similar charms and weapons to guard himself with. I had given them to him after he had left school. Grandma and Sadie were prepared with spells they had memorized. Immobilizing spells, memory erasing spells (for the dance goers), slumber charms, and they had found a few control spells that would be handy if we needed the crowd to leave without putting up a fight. Overall, I felt that we were well prepared. I couldn’t help the sinking feeling in the pit of stomach, a feeling that told me The Crimson Calamitous was much stronger and this may all be for naught.

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Giveaway on the Passionate about books page!

2 sets of magnets for The White Aura and The Vessel

2 ecopies of The Vessel

The White Aura will be on sale for 1.99 May 27-31 at Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.

Also…a sneak peak at Felecia’s new Romance, Mangled Hearts: Francesca and Cade

I’d watched her every day since school began. She moved with grace and confidence, yet I could see hurt behind her eyes when she surveyed her surroundings. I didn’t know who would want to hurt a beautiful creature like her, but it angered me. A lot. I watched her from a distance for as long as I could, until the longing in my heart to hear her voice speaking to me was too much.

               I knew it was stupid and reckless to bring myself into her life. I was the worst kind of guy for her, into all the wrong things, but something about her made me want to be…more. The first time I saw her beautiful face was during lunch. She was stuck in a little hole in the wall, her nose deep into a book. Her dark blonde hair fell around her face, and she absent mindedly pushed it behind her ear, not once looking up from her book. People walked around her, came close to stepping on her, completely ignored her…and all I could do was stare. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Two weeks after that, I’d followed her bus to the next bus stop. I prayed to be the one driving her home someday soon.

               As I approached, she hadn’t moved. She leaned back against the bench, her eyes furiously devouring the book she gripped. After I finally got her attention, my heart had almost stopped when her deep, rich brown eyes looked into mine. Her voice sounded like it came from heaven, her words singing a song to my heart. I laid a hand on her leg, the sparks shooting straight into my soul.

9 years prior-October

               I’d followed her to the bus stop every day since then. The week after our first meeting, I’d gotten the nerve to meet her at her locker. She was bent in, rummaging through her belongings, when I slid up and relaxed behind the door. I heard her groan as a book fell to the floor. I scooped in to pick it up, smiling at her as I handed it over. Her eyes widened as she whispered my name.

               “Francesca.”

               “Cade…you never talk to me in school,” she accused me.

               It stung. It was true. I didn’t want my friends getting the wrong idea or anyone saying things to her about how screwed up I was. It was selfish, and it appeared to hurt her.

               “I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you wanted to…” I admitted, taking her book bag from her.

               “What are you doing?” she questioned, eyeing my hand.

               “Walking you to class?”

               Her eyes stared down, and a small smile curved on her gorgeous face. She peered up at me, her lashes dark and framing her eyes perfectly. My breath caught when she did that. She walked around me, turning a few steps away to make sure I followed.

               “Of course I want to. We’re friends, right?” she said, sauntering off.

               Her voice hummed in my mind, sending smoke signals to my heart. I think I would have followed her anywhere. I’d walk off a cliff if it’s where she led.

Author Bio:

Felicia TatumFelicia Tatum was born and raised in Tennessee. She always loved reading, and at the age of twelve began writing. Her passion for creating stories grew and in May 2012, she finally wrote her first novel, The White Aura.

She still lives in Tennessee with her daughter and her kitty. She loves cooking and books. Animals are some of her best friends. She watches a lot of Disney channel and often dreams up new book ideas. She’s currently writing the second book in series, as well as a romance novel. Her dream is to write as many book as possible while entertaining as many people as possible.

Author Links:

Facebook: www.facebook.com/feliciatatumwriter

Twitter: www.twitter.com/sassybrunette55

Website: www.feliciatatum.com

Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! By Mo Willems

Dont Let The Pigeon Drive The BusWhat do you get when you add one bus and a very determined pigeon? You get Mo Willems’ Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus!  An interactive children’s book that was awarded a Caldecott honor. In this story, readers will be asked to interact aloud and answer whether or not they think the pigeon ought to drive the bus.

Readers will have to endure the pigeon’s repeated attempts as he makes promises, begs and even pleads with the audience to just let him drive.

In this story, Mo Willems, has perfectly captured childish resolve through this strong willed and downright bratty bird.

This book is part of a series of books; Don’t Let the Pigeon Stay Up Late, The Pigeon Wants a Puppy, and The Pigeon Finds a Hotdog.  In addition to this series, author Mo Willems has a website: http://www.mowillems.com/ where children and adults can visit for games and activities.  You can even catch the pigeon Tweeting on Twitter (no pun, I swear!) at: @The_Pigeon.

Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the bus is a story for those 2 to 8 years of age.  This book easily makes the five star mark for its creativity and charismatic story telling.  ★★★★★

Dharromar Weiss: Anti-hero from The Translations of The Jorthus series.

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What is your biggest fear?

If this is confession time, I will admit to having an intense dread of a certain underground creature known as a Rokworm.

What would you give up everything to have?

Haven’t I already given up everything? Wait, perhaps the answer to that would be – vindication. That would be a worthy last request.

What is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made and are you going to be able to rectify it?

Betraying someone who trusted me. That remains to be seen.

What food would you never eat?

I think I already ate it. One does do strange things in order to survive.

You’ve dressed to impress. What are you wearing?

The garments typical of Culetan, a human city on the western side of the continent Verdaillia.  A loose sleeved tunic, jerkin, and leggings. I prefer riding boots, and my cape is a necessity. Of course, I keep my sword close at hand. One never knows what will happen.

What one thing have you found unattainable thus far in your life?

Validation for being alive.

What is about to change for you?

I may loose my freedom or my life at any moment. Circumstances have ripped me from a well plotted life, and I smell chaos on the wind.

Where do you live?

I reside, for the most part, in a transdimensional manor house with an anchored door on Jorthus, in Byton Grove. It is my area of safety; untouchable by the uninvited.

Who are you? (ie: warrior, demon, doctor, mechanic)

That’s a tricky question. I could say that I am a lord. Or I could say that I am a bastard. Both would be accurate. Some call me daemon. Others call me changeling. I am fae. That is all I will attest to at this time.

What do you see when you look in the mirror? (more than physical description, please)

I see what I was taught to see by “loved ones”:  unworthiness and disappointment.

Who do you hate and why?

Everyone. Not all for the same reasons.

Gods below, this conversation took a turn for the morose, didn’t it? Forgive me. Questions about myself inevitably lead to dark places.