A contest & Into Eternity is available!

Contest~ Win a backpack full of goodies! ~
Psychics, aliens, vampires - oh, my! ~ The SiLudo Prophesy books
In light of my release Into Eternity, the third book in the Si’Ludo Prophesy series, I have been met with a challenge to sell at least 150 copies in sixty days and I need your help in meeting and exceeding that goal. And, to show my gratitude for your assistance, I am offering a number of prizes, one of which includes a backpack full of goodies (print books, gift certificates & surprises from other authors), for a lucky winner should I reach and exceed the 150 goal amount.
For details on how to enter this contest and the prizes, please visit: http://www.home.earthlink.net/~cr_moss/id41.html (Contest page on website)
Contest runs 08/15/09 to 10/15/09


Into Eternity is available!

The 3rd book in my Si’Ludo Prophesy series is now available at Devine Destinies!
About this series ~ the Si’Ludo books…
When I first started writing Postponing Eternity, the novel was going to be a full-on vampire story but it wasn’t flowing the way I really wanted it to. So I put it to the side and continued to work on a story line about triplet sisters who were wiccans. When Lynn mentioned extasy books was looking for manuscripts I wrote the sisters’ books with PE in mind and that’s when the whole idea morphed into what it is now ~ beings from another world who escaped from war and destruction where the good guys have special powers and psychic vampire abilities and the bad guys are more like your blood sucking vampires.
Si’Ludo is short for a man’s name. In my research for a viable alien world I came across a person who thought he found a planet near two stars in the Big Dipper. ~ Back in 1722, a German mathematics professor, J.G. Liebknecht, was examining Mizar with a crude telescope and chanced upon a faint star between Mizar and Alcor. He believed that he had discovered a new planet and named it "Sidus Ludoviciana" or "Ludwig's Star" after his sovereign, the Landgrave Ludwig of Hessen-Darmstadt. His hopes were to flatter his local sovereign in hopes of being granted money. But the reaction from other astronomers was universally unfavorable, as they noted that the "planet" was merely a telescopic star. The object never moved again, and Liebknecht disappeared in a hail of ridicule. Nonetheless, to this day, the star still retains the name that was bestowed upon it by Liebknecht when - for a few months anyway - it was thought to be a planet. Taken from: http://www.space.com/spacewatch/050610_big_dipper.html ~
The books with the sisters show the people’s sexual natures (and are erotic) check out info here: http://www.home.earthlink.net/~cr_moss/id16.html The Prophesy books deal more with the why they came to earth, the battle between the separated Si’Ludoians and allude to their future. Of course there’s romance thrown in between the main characters as they deal with their alienness and humanity.
Postponing Eternity ~ Book 1 ~ Facing one’s past, present and future along with discovering the use of supernatural powers can be challenging ~
Info can be found at: http://www.home.earthlink.net/~cr_moss/id22.html
“The imagination and detail put into Postponing Eternity alone makes it well worth reading.” For the full review please visit, http://www.paranormalromance.org/reviews/review.php?id=31315
Prelude to Eternity ~ Book 2 ~ Only she knows what the past means for the future. ~
Info can be found at: http://www.home.earthlink.net/~cr_moss/id23.html
&
Into Eternity ~ Book 3 ~ If she fails, it will be the death of her love and maybe of them all.
Info can be found at: http://www.home.earthlink.net/~cr_moss/id24.html

Sunday, Sunday

Ever have one of those days where all you want to do is crawl back in bed, pull the covers over your head and wish the world would go away? You know the ones I mean. Where you almost wish someone would say just one simple word to you so you could go off on them. Lately, I've had way too many of those days.

I've been trying to figure out what it means. I'm not normally such a evil person. Usually I'm cheery, upbeat and always on the go. Not lately. Lately the tv lures me in, the pillows whisper my name and chocloate, well let's not discuss the lurid things chocolate says to me to get me to indulge (G).

Part of me wonders if it isn't the dreaded disease "over-volunteeritis". I get that one alot. You know, the malady where you can't keep your arm from popping up when someone asks for help. You try to tug your hand back to your side, but it doesn't work. It's a struggle to the death fighting the urge to holler "Me, me, I'll do it."

In about a month I am going to be turning our local Romance Romance Writers of America Greater Detroit RWA chapter board over to three very capable women. They will be voted into their respective positions this coming Tuesday at our chapter meeting. I have no doubt they have fantastic ideas, and great plans for the future of GDRWA. I have told them to feel free to come to me (and the previous board) with questions. We will not abandon them. But I truly believe they know exactly what to do and will do it.

It still feels weird though. After being a member of my local chapter for 14 yrs now and on the board for 11 of those 14, stepping down is a foreign entity to me (G). I still have my volunteering hand firmly planted in the Booksellers Best Award Contest for this year, along with co-chair Michelle Celmer. This contest is for published authors and is judged by librarians and booksellers across the country. It is a fabulous contest. (Shameless begging here) If you haven't already checked it out, please click here www.gdrwa.org/bba_entryform2010.html

Yet I know that stepping down will enable me to focus more fully on my writing. And that's a good thing as Martha Stewart says. I've had success with GDRWA and success with my writing and I look forward to a shared association with both for many years to come.

So, in closing, I hope you all are writing feverishly to finish that next book, playing hard and enjoying life to the fullest. Happy Sunday everyone!

A Family Adventure

As many of you know, I received a phone call from my Aunt Puchy, yes, that’s really her name, informing me that my 92 and a half year old grandmother Mima, god forbid, you steal that half a year from her, had two strokes and a heart attack in one week. I did the only thing I could. I packed up my car and took the 24-hour drive to Florida, alone. I was careful to pack everything I thought I might need. My iPod, cell phone, enough clothes to last me at least a week, my 1990’s 40-pound laptop, tool bag, in case anything needed repairing. Can’t blame a girl for thinking ahead and set off on the hot, gray pavement known as I20.

I started out with the cruise control set at the speed limit, 60 mph and about an hour into it, I was comfortably cruising at 70 mph. Funny how that happens, huh? I maintain my speed while other cars are passing me and honking their horns, as though I’m at a crawl. Idiots. Don’t they know how dangerous it is to speed? I ignore their reprimand and continue on my way finally crossing the Texas/Louisiana State line…3 hours later. I stop at the Welcome Center and examine the map. I notice that from where I started to where I am, only looks like two inches of travel time. Louisiana sure is big, very big, but I persevere and keep to the speed limit. Another 2 inches on the map and 3 hours of travel time later, I’m pulling into Alexandria, Louisiana.
Now, the little voices in my head start whispering to me, adding up each 2 inch section left on 49 and each 2 inch section on, I-10 and multiplying them by 3 (hours of travel time), and I’m not liking the answer. By my calculations, it’ll take me 3 days to get out of Louisiana.

I decide to make up some time and hit the road again. Only this time, I’m a little more understanding about the idiots passing me and join their caravan. I’m making up time and I’m happy until some driver, which insist on doing the speed limit cuts in front of me and won’t move.

Have you ever noticed that when you’re not in a hurry, the people passing you are idiots, but when you are in a hurry the people doing the speed limit are assholes?

I finally made it into Pensacola and got a couple of hours sleep. The following morning, I got up early, had breakfast and hit the road. Why? Because this idiot wanted an early start before the assholes woke up.

To be continued…

The Moose

By A.J. Llewellyn

Just when I think we're all hunkering down, forced by world circumstances to learn to appreciate the small details in life, counting our blessings and blah blah blah...I read these horrible stories of sickening animal abuse that blow me away.
Just this week, the one out of Newfoundland, CA, about three boys beating a moose calf with sticks is just unfathomable.
They beat the poor, crying calf so badly its screams were heard for miles. He had to be euthanized...and this is not an isolated incident.
When did we become such a cruel race?
Last week, I read about a couple who went to Brazil and posted photos on Facebook of their delicious meal...they'd trapped, killed and barbecued an endangered iguana.
Mmm...tasty.
All of these people face fines and possible prison terms, but the damage and the deaths...they can never be undone.
I have a friend whose husband hunts and it's one of the things I find hard to accept in him. He says he is a Christian and is fond of telling me the bible says man has dominion over the animals. I think the interpretation of that means we have a duty to treat them with dignity - not torture, beat and kill them and then show it all on Youtube.
Youtube may be a blessing in disguise, really, with this week's offerings of a wildlife official slapping a live dogfish and hurtling into the sea. Oh yeah, there's also a so-called conservationist posting his illegal duck-hunting tape on there.
Genius!
What about the cat torture tape last year?
Yes, people post cruel acts against other people (bum beatings, the weird girl fights from last year) but animals have no voice. Except to cry, unheeded when they're in pain.
A man witnessing three mid-teen boys stomping a two-day old fawn to death in Dorset, England, last week, described the horror of what he saw.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/8096324.stm
The police officer who arrived on scene said in 23 years he had never seen anything as barbaric or as horrendous as this crime.
"We're talking about three boys who took a defenseless, two-day old wild animal and kicked it to death. Frankly, putting them through the court system and fining them is of no benefit. They need serious, long-term professional help.
"What worries me is what will they go on to do next?"
Good question.
What worries ME is the moose calf case in Canada. Despite adults witnessing the event and telling the police what happened, some have recanted their stories!
Why?
Do they think the media scrutiny will change their behavior?
I hope they realize these kids probably will not stop. What's next? A small child? An old lady?

Aloha oe,

A.J.

Stranded in Idaho

As all of you know, I have been on a trip to spend time with my 75 yo father and to visit another friend in Canada. The original plan had been to go back east as well.

I started out by going to Idaho Falls to visit with my Dad for about a week before going to Canada. I had a wonderful time in British Columbia with my friend Tina for eight glorious fun-filled days.

I was really sad to leave but knew I had to get on with my journey. So back to Dad’s I went with the intent of going from there to Wisconsin and my next friend, Debbie. Then came the dreaded phone call – the dear husband was going to Washington D.C. to get his passport.

What does this mean you might ask? For me, it meant the end of my journey for this year as he had to go to Vienna, Austria for a UN CTBT summit. Have I made your head spin with all those acronyms? LOL! UN = United Nations and CTBT = Comprehensive Test Ban Treaty. Yeah, my DH is one of a handful of special people in the world that does treaty negotiations and with the election of President Obama, those negotiations have started up again. Good for him as he’s going to be hopping all over the world for large chunks of time. Bad for me as I don’t get to go with him yet as our youngest is a senior in high school. :-(

So in lieu of going on with my trip I had planned four months for, I had to totally rethink my plan. There was no way I wanted to go back to the hot, hot, hot – did I say hot? – southwest. With my Dad’s 75th birthday just a week away, I decided to celebrate the day with him before going home to get the youngest ready for school, a task the DH was supposed to do this year.

We had a wonderful prime rib dinner the Sunday before my Dad’s birthday with as much family as could be there. On the very day, we had a roasted chicken dinner at my brother’s house. It was all fantastic and made my Dad very happy.

As I packed up my stuff, I knew I would miss the surrounding farm land which reminded me so much of where I lived until I was eleven. Giving my Dad a big hug and kiss, I was on my way with four new tires purchased just the day before. I had to get gas and went to the Costco in Pocatello because it was twelve cents a gallon cheaper. My cheap Scottish husband had finally gotten to me over the years. Fill up the tank, hop back in the car and turn the switch.

Nothing. Da Nada. Absolutely nothing. I couldn’t even open the back to get my jumper cables because the whole darn car is electric and there is no lever to open the darn thing up. Sigh. This was bad. A kind soul took pity on me and with his wife and toddler looking on, charged me up and vroooommm – off I go.

In hindsight, I should have gone to the nearest car shop and had the darn thing replaced right then. But I was suddenly anxious to go home since my older son had called to say ‘Hi, Grandma’ which meant they were finally pregnant after trying for so long. Besides, most batteries have one more trip in them and I knew it wasn’t the alternator.

Well, not mine. Just thirty-five miles outside Pocatello, my car lights up like a firecracker with wipers going and all alarms blasting – I kid you not – going all haywire as it dies doing 75 miles per hour. I half expected all the windows to go down as I watched all my crap blow around the freeway. Not a pretty thought. It’s hot, it’s miserable and I can’t even roll down the damn window because it is so dead. Crap, crap, crap. I am so screwed.

Thank goodness for AAA and the hundreds of people in Verizon – can you hear me now? – behind me. I got a call out to AAA who arranged a tow with a very honest guy known as Solly from Solomon’s service in a little town called Inkom. Next call to the DH to make sure I have money all the way around because this just might be expensive. After a short thirty minute wait, I’m in the service garage.

We had a discussion and determined it could be one of three things: battery ($150), alternator ($200-500) or the car’s brain ($1200-1500). My stomach clenched on options 2 and 3. I anxiously sit waiting for the verdict. Yippee! It’s option #1. Still, it takes another hour to go to Pocatello and get the battery, bring it back, put it in and get me on my way.

Whew! I am just tired writing it all down again! LOL! And yeah, there’s a story here somewhere, I just know it: here I was stranded on a main highway, taken to a service station across from a restaurant called ‘The Red Pony’ and all of it happening in the pouring rain. Don’t think I didn’t take notes...LOL! Yup – quite a story – and if it hadn’t happened to me, I would not have believed it for one moment.

So, now, why don’t you all tell me your worst breakdown nightmare? And believe me, this wasn’t even my worst, just one of many. LOL!

Don’t forget the August giveaway of a basket full of goodies including an iPod nano. Next week, I have a giveaway for all the authors out there...it’s a surprise!

Until next week...see you all then!

Lynn