Thursday, December 11, 2014

The Drifting/The Whispering @ $0.99



If you've been waiting for The Drifting and The Whispering to go on a sale, this is it! Only a few hours left to get each Kindle version for only $.99! The cost will increase later tonight to $1.99. It will then return to its original price of $2.99 on December 14th. So get your discounted copy today!


Until next time, good reading to all!
LF

Monday, December 8, 2014

The Velesi Trilogy Books


Finally! All 3 books are out in print...it's like a weight off my shoulders - and yet, very excited. Can move on to finishing next book. :)


Until next time, good reading to all!
LF

Friday, December 5, 2014

Have you met Lionel?

Meet Lionel. A precocious boy who like many other boys his age have that one gift they want for Christmas. Take an adventurous trip from Larrystown to the North Pole as Lionel sets out to get the one special gift that he must have. Along the way, meet some amazing friends that help teach Lionel the true meaning of Christmas. A must have stocking stuffer!


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AMAZON BLUB:
Have you ever wanted something you couldn't have? Meet Lionel, a loveable bully-magnet who desperately wants a new sled and will do anything to get it.This fun Christmas book follows Lionel from Larrystown to the North Pole. His magical Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun foot is back and is as unpredictable as ever. Whether Lionel's sledding, ice skating, or in a life-sized gingerbread village, it takes him on some grand adventures. Filled with great Christmas imagery, this book is perfect for young readers and family story time. This 2012 holiday, be careful what you wish for, you never know what might happen!

Check out author Paul R. Hewlett's website and find more books on Lionel, his friends and their many adventures. 

Enjoy the read!


Until next time, good reading to all!
LF



Wednesday, October 29, 2014

I don't like yelling; shouting puts my nerves on end.
I like calmness, I seek it, crave it and although selfish...I covet it.
I like the freshness of green, the serenity of blue and the warmth of brown.
I like the revelation of white, the birth of black and the passion of red.

I don't like any form of rudeness; the abrupt, disrespect, sharp invasion of it.
I like space, enough to spread my arms out and spin until the sky spins with me.
I like the feel of skin, the shell of one's soul, hidden just beneath the surface.
I like the sound of breathing; God's reminder that He is always with me.

I abhor violence, although I have confronted it many times in my past.
I love my family, the pulse of my existence.
I love being loved, making love and having love.
And I love me.




Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Binding - Free on Amazon Kindle

If you haven't started The Velesi Trilogy yet, now is a great time! The Binding (Book 1) is currently FREE on Amazon Kindle starting today through Sunday (09/10 - 09/14). Get your FREE copy today and enjoy the adventure!  And let me know what you think by leaving a review on Amazon.



Until the next time, good reading to all!
LF

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Excerpt #2: The 7th Relic

The following is an excerpt from The 7th Relic. It is unedited and may change prior to the completed version. Enjoy!






The Contract

I’m unable to speak, so I nod. I drop the piece of charcoal and let the sketch pad slip from my fingers. Andrew catches it before it hits the floor and places it beside him. He takes my hand, fingers smeared black from the charcoal.
“You remember the time you hit me in the face with one of those?” he asks, pointing to the charcoal. A small laugh chokes out of me, and I shake my head no. “Ah, well, maybe it’s because you did it so many times that you’ve forgotten this one particular instance.” I give him a look, letting him know how ridiculous he sounds. “What? You don’t remember those times either? Should I show you the scars?”
“What scars? Stop lying, freak,” I said, breathing out and letting my melancholy mood go with it.
“Ah, there’s the Gracie I know and love,” he says, smiling that insane smile of his that the Six would giggle and act like idiots over. I move my head back to give him a good look. Well…maybe there is something to what they said about him.
“I love you, too, Andrew. And thanks for the clothes and these.” He pulls out a bandanna and starts to wipe at my fingers. “Don’t bother,” I say, trying to pull my hand back. He resists.
“You should be in bed. It’s late and you need to rest for tomorrow. It’s going to be a long day.”
I turn slightly to glance at a sleeping Marcus. I move even closer to Andrew, startling him a little to find me almost cheek to cheek. I whisper, “So, is it serious?”
“Is what serious?” he whispers back. I lean away to glance at Marcus again. Andrew follows my lead, then turns back exasperated. “Oh, that. Yeah, pretty serious.”
“Damn. So, theres nothing I can do to break him away from…what’s her name?”
“Seelah.”
“From this Seelah, chick?”
“Nope.”
“Come on, Andrew, help me.”
“Help you? What do you mean help you?”
“Help me get Marcus before we reach home. I’m guessing that’s where she is, right?”
Andrew shakes his head. “No.”
“No, what? No you won’t help me or no she’s not back home?”
“No, I won’t help you,” he says, staring at the fire.
“Help me damn it, I persist. And if you do, I’ll help you get her.”
He raises a brow. “You’re insane. Besides, I’m not interested in her.”
I lean away, surprised. “But I thought you guys were fighting over her?”
“Marcus was fighting, I was defending. Like you, he’s lost his mind.”
“See,” I say excitedly. “We belong together, we’re both nuts.”
“For god’s sake, Gracie, you don’t belong with Marcus as much as I do with Seelah.”
I pull away, staring at him. Not belong with Marcus? I have never known Andrew to be so hurtful before, and I don’t know why. I sit quietly, staring into the fire feeling suddenly alone. He nudges me, I ignore him. He nudges me again. “Stop it,” I snap. “If you’re not going to help then leave me alone.”
Silence.
He nudges me again.
I turn to him. “Will you stop it?”
“Okay,” he says.
“Okay, what?” I ask, a little suspicious over his change of attitude.
“I’ll help you, on one condition.”
“What?”
“I want a kiss.”
“A kiss? Fine.” I lean over and place a kiss on his cheek.
He shakes his head. “No, not that kind of kiss. I want a passionate kiss.”
I stare at him dumbfounded. “What?”
“That’s my stipulation for helping you. A passionate kiss and lasting…oh, I don’t know, let’s say twelve seconds.” He turns to the fire, leans back on his hands while stretching out his legs, crossing at the ankles. “You don’t have to give it to me now, but until you do, I’m not helping you in any way with Marcus.”
“What?” It sounds as if I’m speaking in slow motion. I shake myself. “Do you know how that sounds, Andrew? That’s…that’s blackmail, you know that, right?”
“Sounds like a contract,” he replies with a shrug.
“I’m not going to kiss you like that,” I whisper harshly. “That’s kind of incestuous, don’t you think? Youre like my brother...disgusting.”
He turns to me. “Well, then its a good thing Im not. Really, Grace, you think kissing would be disgusting? How would you know? He pauses, then adds, But I get it.”
I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with him. “And what’s that suppose to mean?”
“Come on, who are you kidding? Let me ask you this,” he says, lowering to his elbow and leaning in. “I know you’ve never kissed anyone when I was at the Ranch, have you kissed anyone while I was gone? Please. You had it so hard for Marcus you always promised that you’d save yourself for him. I was there, remember? I’m the one who you kept telling that promise to.”
I cringe when I slapped him. Not because I may have hurt him, but that the sound would wake Marcus. I look around for Haro but the old man is nowhere in sight.
“Ouch! What the hell?” Andrew rubs at his shoulder, giving me a sour look.
“You haven’t changed one bit, Andrew. Are you going to help me with Marcus or not?”
“You heard my condition, Gracie. If you want my help, then you’ll have to produce a passionate kiss. And since you have no idea what that is, I’ll let you know when the contract is fulfilled.”
I lean in as soon as I overcome the shock. “Really? And how is it that you’re such an expert on kissing?”
“The Six never complained.”
“What?” I am so stunned that I’m tempted to hit him again, this time on his fat head. “No.”
He leans back, now on both elbows, watching the flames. “Okay, suit yourself. Oh, by the way, Seelah is absolutely beautiful.”
“You’re such an ass.”
He shifts his gaze from the fire to me, a smug look in his eyes. “Yup, just like old times.”



Until next time, good reading to all!
LF


Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Lily & Cessa

A fan sent in the following artwork by Lee JeeHyung. It's the closest I've seen of what Lily and Cessa would look like. Thank you, Jessica Askew for sharing...I love it!

Artist: Lee JeeHyung

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

The 7th Relic - Karas & Aeyan

Once upon a time, Karas, the Sun God, called forth the Planets, Stars and their Guardians to the Sun Temple. As they awaited for his attendance, Karas remained in a small room adjacent to his chambers and watched those he called upon closely. 

"Where is Aeyan?" he wondered, displeased by her absence. Once again, the Goddess refused to attend his callings to show her obedience like those in the next room. With the temper only Karas possessed, he burst into the chambers and all those in attendance dropped to their knees in penance to the angry god. 

"Where is Aeyan?" stormed the Sun God.

Ashmist, Guardian of Mars, braved the Sun God's ire and rose to address him. "Lord, the Moon Goddess, Aeyan, is on a quest on Earth."

With a blast of a single breath, the Sun God sent all who were present back to where they came. Then, in the form of a fireball, he hurled himself to Earth in search of the Moon Goddess. He would put her in her place and remind her who it is that rule all in the heavenly skies. When Karas's essence touched upon the grass of Earth, the blades instantly turned to ashes. He found that everything he neared or touched burned and disintegrated, and the Mother Earth wept. Unhappy to have hurt Mother Earth, he told her that he did not know how to walk among her without causing death and destruction. The Mother reached out to him and whispered, "Take the form of man, and you shall be able to walk freely without killing all that I have given life to."

So Karas heeded the Mother's words and changed into the form of man, not realizing that by doing so, the powers of the Sun God were tempered. With each step he took, the skies above slowly turned into dusk and he grew weak with the setting of the sun. He continued his search until his energy was spent, and the moon high above the skies. By then it was too late when he realized that he could not will himself back to his true form. It was not long before he came upon an oasis with a small lake surrounded by large foliage. The lake held the mirror image of the moon, and when it rippled, the image looked like stairways to the heavenly orb.

He set himself down upon a ledge only inches from the water. "I will rest here," he said, exhausted from his long trek. As he laid on his back, he looked up into the evening sky to stare at the moon. "Even now you mock me, Goddess," he said weakly. And with that, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

A chill in the air awoke Karas and he sat up quickly, startled to find himself in a strange oasis. A gentle hand holds him in place and he found peace within its touch.

"Calm yourself, Karas, you are safe."  Karas stared at the hand placed on his shoulder, then followed it to the rest of the body that it belong to. Sitting beside him was Aeyan, the Moon Goddess. Never had he laid eyes on anyone or anything so beautiful that he felt he would never breathe again. In his existence, they knew of each other but never met as he ruled during the day, while she at night. And, of course, she never heeded his demands to present herself to him.

Remembering why he was there, Karas set himself to scold the absentee Goddess, but before he could, she leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. The coolness of her essence once again eased the fire within and, startled, he leaned away from her confused by her action.

"Why did you do that?" he demanded, secretly liking what she had done.

"I wanted to know what it was like to be kissed by the sun," she said simply, giving him a gentle smile. "Are you not curious about being kissed by the moon?" 

"I am not here to play kissing games with you, Goddess," said Karas, trying mightily to sound stern. But her beauty befuddled him, her scent scattered his senses and her perfect body covered only by the webbing of the silvery moon had undone him completely.

Aeyan laughed at his attempt to be stern. "You may be the Sun God, but you are not my God. Am I not a Goddess? You only needed to ask for me and I would have come to you."

Karas, not used to being challenged, again tried to be stern. "All others in the heavens are obedient to me, and you will be obedient as well!" Even as the words escaped his lips, he knew it would never be. And he found deep in his heart that it made him happy.

Unruffled by his outburst, the Moon Goddess once again leaned into him, this time letting her body lay heavily against his as she kissed his lips. This was no gentle kiss; she kissed him so passionately that the fire within him burned the cobweb dress from her body. And he knew he was lost forever.

When Aeyan finally pulled back, she arose and stood naked before him and he saw that her porcelain skin was scorched and on fire. Karas leaped to his feet, caught her in his arms and said, "I will take you back to the Sun Temple, there my strength and powers will return and I will be able to heal you." And when he looked into her eyes, he saw love.

Aeyan placed a finger against his lips, silencing him. She looked down at her chest and stomach and softly blew on herself until the burning skin cooled. His fire left a series of cratered scars trailing down her body. 

"I am still too weak, you will have to help me. I can heal you once we are at my temple," cried Karas, distraught over what he had done to her.

Aeyan pulled him close and held him tight. "No, my love. I will wear them so when all look upon me they will know that I have suffered for love."

Karas reached up and took a strand of Aeyan's hair. He wrapped the lock around his finger then call the fire from within to heat the strand until it grew white hot. When he lifted his finger for Aeyan to see, a white band laced around it. "The sun will forever bear the white ring of the moon. And when all look upon me they will know I have labored for love."

With the last of his strength, Karas kissed the Moon Goddess, and when he was once again fast asleep, the Goddess lifted him toward the lake. But with each step she took, Karas became weaker, his heart slowed to a whisper and his fire smoldered to embers the closer he was to the moon. Realizing that they would never be able to live in each other's realm, Aeyan laid Karas back on the ledge. She walked a trillion worlds on a quest to find love and when she found him, he was forbidden to her. And the Moon Goddess cried deeply until all the stars in the night sky wept with her.

Karas awoke in his temple alone. Upon his heart, Aeyan had etched her message of their forbidden love. Refusing to believe her words, he called out to her, asking her to come to him. He felt her presence first before she appeared to him and his heart filled with joy. Alas, when she was fully formed, she fell into his arm, weak and dying.

"I cannot breathe here, my love," she whispered, dropping her head heavily against his chest. In desperation to save her, Karas called the moon to his temple. When it did not heed him, he lifted his hand and with the will of the Sun God moved the sun across the heavens until he reached the moon. With a final push, the sun eclipsed the moon forcing day and night to become one.

He looked upon the face of his beloved and waited. A heartbeat later, Aeyan's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him. "The eclipse will not last long," said Aeyan, caressing the Sun God's face. "We cannot survive in each other's realm."

"Then I will keep the eclipse intact forever," promised Karas.

Aeyan, touched by his declaration, kissed him gently. When she finally pulled away, she said, "We both know that you cannot. We were meant to exist separately, each ordained with our own tasks to fulfill. And even the Sun God cannot hold an eclipse forever."

Karas hugged her tightly. "Then I will call for an eclipse when my need for you is great and life without you is unbearable. Until then, time will come to a standstill."

"We are gods, my love. What is time to us but the span of a falling star?" And with that, Aeyan pulled Karas to her and they were not heard from again until the end of the eclipse.

And there were many, many more eclipse that followed. Their unions were always full of joy, laughter and love...until the day they were betrayed.


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The story of Karas and Aeyan is an ancient tale of forbidden love between the sun and moon. It has been told in many countries, in many tongues and throughout time. The names and story line are different, but the tale of eternal love remains. Karas and Aeyan are secondary (but pivotal) characters in the upcoming book: The 7th Relic. At the point when Andrew tells Grace about Karas and Aeyan, I could not help but expand on the story of the Sun God and his love, the Moon Goddess. So, I wrote a background story of the two. What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic.

I hope you enjoyed this version of the two lovers as much as I did telling it.


Until next time, good reading to all!
LF

Note: All photos can be found on the internet and all artists attached to each are credited for their artwork and effort used on this blog. Keywords: Sun God, Moon Goddess, eclipse, moon over lake, moon, sun.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

In telling a story...

I like to believe that when I was born someone was telling a story. I tried thinking back to a time when I wasn't listening to a story being told; whether one-on-one, in a group, in a crowd, in the form of a book, a song, a poem or a performance on stage - or in everyday life. For me, the stories were never ending.

I see stories in the mundane, the fantastic, in the places I've been to and the people I have met, especially those I have come to know and love. I believe that we all have. I also believe that if a representative from every culture were to meet around a campfire, there would be similar local elements of folklore told in different languages with their own cultural spin on it. Hans Christian Anderson's tales come to mind.



Man, would I love to be included in that scenario. Imagine, stories from all around the world in one setting. I would be up for weeks.

In telling a story, one must believe in the unbelievable, more so the storyteller than those being told. How else would an imaginary world with fictional characters be so real to readers that they are accepted as real people from a real place? Whether the reader loves, hates or is in the in-between of either realm of emotion, at some point when they respond or react emotionally, they believed.

If you are one who has read the Velesi trilogy, you know that there are many stories within the story. For example Tileanith and the Unnamed Sidhe, Mirnuk and the First Gate Keepers, Ka'sith and Lotin, Molker and the Thieves Guild, the story of Jarhan, and so many more. Let's also not forget the three who started it all, who without there would be no Velesi...Kalinest, Sema and Kolinest. There are countless stories from the realm of Velesi and Eirrell with new ones still to be told (The Dragon Seed, anyone?).

I have received hundreds of requests to hear more of these characters. Granted most are waiting for the Alorn/Mellis series, but many want to know more about Tileanith and her "Jai'loa", Death. How did they meet? Why her...why did he choose her? How did she die? Or better yet, he is Death, was she his only love? Or his only in Velesi? Does he have an "only love" in the other realms? After all he is Death. He is eternal. There just can't be one love, not for him.

"Death in Love" by Tsad de Lira
And, to those few who asked to know more of the Manui Clan: Yes, there is a story about the mysterious Manui Clan and their connection to Jarhan. But that is for another time.

There is an entire universe of stories that lie beneath the surface of my imagination. All of them waiting to be set free. Each with a story within a story ready to be told, to be read, to be heard. So, so many with so little time.

When my daughter was born, I believe someone was telling a story...


Until the next time, good reading to all!
LF


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Spring Sale!


Due to changes on Amazon's promotional guidelines - please note the date and time changes.  Thank you!

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I just realized that tomorrow is the first day of Spring...yes! I love Spring and everything that comes with it. Including, you got it, Spring Cleaning. Funny how this time of year my family always seem to disappear. Hmmm, the two can't be related...

In honor of this wonder season The Velesi Trilogy eBooks will be on sale! BUT, for only two days. 

Friday, March 21st through Saturday, March 22nd. 
- The Binding: FREE!!  
- The Drifting: $1.99
- The Whispering: $1.99

Sales starts FRIDAY am and end Saturday evening. So, if you would rather sit back, relax and read a book instead of the whole cleaning thing - head over to Amazon.com for this limited time offer. And share the love! If your family and friends have not read about Velesi yet, do a nice thing for them and tell them about the trilogy.

Remember - Books are meant to be sipped, not gulped. Savor the moments, it's the best way to escape.  YYY

Until the next time, good reading to all!
LF