Because Amazon said so

Okay, tomorrow is a free book day! I wanted to list it for free for good considering my new one is near ready, but Amazon says nope. What I can do is give it away on five days out of every ninety days, and I only used four the last go round. My ninety ends June 10th.

So, if you missed out, it will be free tomorrow!

In other news, the old cover will be back soon, minus binary, so I can safely say the artist didn’t base him off anyone. I haven’t ever known anybody by that name, despite anything I have said. He deserves nothing I get from this endeavor, does he?

I’m just saying, IF I knew someone like that, but I don’t, and never have.

So, tomorrow–Free book!

Grab it while it’s free!


Unexpectedly knocked up

That would make a really great Harlequin title, yes? I mean, that’s practically half of their romance novels subplot. Ironic I say that, when my book had a simular subplot. Okay, it’s the same. Melanie gets unexpectedly knocked up by Declan, who is a carrier of a bad birth defect, and low and behold, they find out she is too.

But I digress. That’s  not what I wanted to say.

I just wanted to say:

Congrats on your pregnancy. That’s actually hilarious. Birth control never works when not taken properly, and I can’t bank on you being intelligent enough to take it properly.

Don’t ask me how I know. I just do. Good luck with that.

Number 27!

Thank you to everyone who has picked up a free copy of my book. I seem to have made it to number 27 in sagas on Amazon.

Its surprising, and wonderful to hear, so thank you very much. I hope to have new material out at some point this summer, but mind you, it will be different than Subject Alpha.

I was told I should tell more of myself, because some have expressed an interest. I’m not sure why, but they have. I figured most would learn about me through my incessant complaining on this blog.

A tidbit of mine is I have an autistic child, and you know what? I can’t stand people who say autism means damaged. My son isn’t damaged. He is so smart, and just recently made honor roll. Talk about being a proud mum!

I will get this out of the way. No, vaccines didn’t cause it, and neither did gmos or gluten or whatever the new scare of the week is. Vaccinate your kids, for God’s sake.

My other child is an avid gamer. If there’s a game, he’s going to play it, and probably beat it. I don’t do that, “no video games, lets be mindful and do crafts in our tv free room instead,” crap. If it’s one thing I can’t stand, its sanctimommys. I also allow this child to play pretty much whatever game he wants, and we let him see deadpool. He’s eleven. Now is where I have tons of people frothing at the mouth, ready to type out a poorly written response as to why I am such a terrible mother.

If you were about to do that, don’t bother. See, I saw that movie too, and the hilarious aspect was every one was flipping out over the sexual content, particularly deadpool getting butt plumbed by his lady on women’s day. That scene was implied and it was barely ten seconds. Twenty if you count the montage. Yet, nobody said a word about the violence in the movie. There is a scene, where he shoots people and their heads explode. There is brain matter on the ground, yet that’s not what concerned everyone. I found that hilarious.

Now, I was raised in the ancient 80s and 90s, and I was allowed to watch pretty much anything I wanted to, however, if boobs or butt came on, I had to turn my head until it was over, but when Jason Vorhees gutted a girl, that was okay.

I think boobs and sex are the least of my worries and my kid is old enough and mature enough to know about it, and what it constitutes.

So long story short, butt out. You do you and yours, but try not to get sanctimonious with others. Nobody likes a sanctimommy.

Have a great day!

Dearest Ex Bestie

I suppose we are even now. I warned that I’d not speak of you again, but I was reminded of something today, and now I can’t stop laughing.

See, I lied to you too.  I’m sure in a while you’ll find out what it is in regards to.

Oddly enough I lied to her too, only because the sentimental part of me felt she shouldn’t suffer because of your idiocy, and cruel nature.

Then I lost someone dear to me.

That’s when I realized, during my hiatus that I don’t care, but today I heard his voice in the back of my mind, kindly reminding me of what I lied to you about.

Then I laughed. It is deserving after all, on both ends. You deserve this. I deserve to laugh.

This life isn’t the end. He will always be with me, whether in my memories, or spiritually. I will always have him. I will always have my brothers and sisters (blood isn’t the only thing that makes people family). You know, these guys around here once called you a brother. So did he. That’s the part you should feel bad about, but you don’t. You’ve carried on like you have done nothing wrong.

And that’s why I laugh because I lied to you too. You deserve any bad that happens because of that lie. Karma is a funny thing.

And laughter is the best medicine. It’s what keeps some of us going. So don’t mind me. I’m too busy laughing.

Excerpt from new book

Gosh, have I been busy. I realized today that I haven’t put up a post in a while. So, real quick, I’ll give you an excerpt from my upcoming book, “The Black Summer Rain: After Midnight,” which will hopefully be out by June or July. I definitely have to have it out by November.

See, I started it four years ago. Its a post apocalyptic political satire, and lets just say, I based the president in the novel, off a man like Trump. Now that him being president is a real possibility, I almost feel like I predicted a possible future.

So, without any delay, here’s an excerpt. I hope you enjoy, and keep an eye out here, or on my Facebook for more information!

“I admit, I kind of liked the guy. He was so ballsy, and said all the things so many of us were thinking. It was that reason alone that he stole the election with a landslide victory. Uneducated, unconcerned people just like me who thought our country needed more balls, and less sensitivity. I assumed more balls, meant we would be a stronger country, and less people would fuck with us, but with balls comes the provoking and that man provoked all the wrong people. Then the bombs fell, and we shattered beneath them. Because of how we treated some of our allies, very few were willing to help, or so I heard. Even Britain was hesitant. I guess we all thought we were invincible. Untouchable. The bombs came from an alliance we didn’t expect, but always feared in the back of our minds. Its funny, we didn’t know any of this until help came from an unlikely source. I didn’t realize just how much we relied on technology for everything. All news we had after the bombs was sheer speculation. Nobody knew the real truth of the matters at hand. All we knew is we were nuked, and the country was ruined, and nobody seemed to be helping. Captain Docev said that president Vangalov was eager to help the Americans by sending in someone, primarily because his ego was as big, if not bigger than our own, and lets face it, the idea of us owing Russia a favor, because they stepped in for us when no one else would, was a reality that even I had to laugh at. Laughing helped in most situations. For me anyways, but laughter didn’t get rid of the fallout. Laughter didn’t rebuild our cities, or our alliances. Even so, laughter did make me feel better as I sat at the rickety table in what used to be my only friends tornado cellar, sharing a meal with Sarah, Captain Docev and his medic Ile with Jake playing his guitar in the background. For a moment, it seemed normal, like nothing bad had happened, but then I would look up, and remember that the outside world was a mess, and even with the Serbians, Russians, and whoever else was around, it didn’t do much to stave the fear. So, I enjoyed the moment, and my companions company, knowing full and well that any moment could be our last. At least right that second, everything seemed normal. Just for a second.”