Happy New Year

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I do desire we may be better strangers.
William Shakespeare

Happy New Year, Wolves!
I know, doesn’t that seem strange reading those words so late in January? But I’m sure you’ve noticed a considerable amount of silent treatment on my end the last few months. Sometimes, life has a funny way of creeping up and consuming you. Even in my absence I didn’t stop thinking of you, and I’ve been writing. I’m constantly writing, it’s just not what I always want to write. I’m looking at you, Uni assignments. However, my intentions and goals for this year are pretty humongous – both personal and professional.So, why am I quoting Shakespeare today? Well, it’s pretty simple. I’m well overdue a new Vlog – that’s a video blog btw, you know, in case you’re not down with the kids. (I can hear my younger self tutting and shaking her head in disapproval at that. When did I get old? Scratch that question, I don’t think I’d like the answer, it’ll probably have something to do with grey hairs. Yes, I have them. A LOT OF THEM. Gone are the days of snipping one or two. Anyway, I’ve digressed…)

The last time I created a video I’d only just started out in this Author ShowBiz back in 2014. Everything was all new back then! If you haven’t seen it, please cringe along with me here. But now, I’m ready to dive back into the swing of things, and that means keeping in touch with you about words I’m finally going to publish this year. Want to know more? Then ask me. That’s right. I want to know what you want to know from me – sorry, this isn’t supposed to be some riddle you have to solve before you get the prize. Basically, I’m going to answer all your questions in a video. Whether they’re about my books, what I’m working on, what I’m currently doing with my weird life or even who my favourite superhero is. Actually, no, please don’t ask me that. I don’t have an answer! What I’m suggesting is you have carte blanche. Go crazy! All you have to do is comment below with your question. And what’s more, one lucky inquisitor will win a mystery prize. Game on?

Let’s do this!
Speak soon,
Alpha J – XO
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Sacrifice

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Empty shells dress the ground at my feet,
Echoing in my mind as I blast each lethal sweet.
My targets they wait, hiding down below,
Cowering behind ruins as they run out of ammo.

My breathing remains even despite my pounding chest,
I inch forward slowly, testing my armoured vest.
Bullets hurtle all around, terrified shouts fill the air,
Red pools soak the ground; a poignant outcome of warfare.

My comrades take cover at the howl of a grenade,
We wait out the blast, gearing up to invade.
Sweat trickles down my neck, the burning heat sears my soul,
Yet I trundle ahead, towards the emerging black hole.

I wish for my home, for the strength of my wife,
For the press of her lips as she gives me new life.
But as we scout out the zone, danger sparks up anew,
At this moment I know, I won’t make our rendezvous.

Slowly, I fall, time disappears from me completely,
I ignore all the pain, taking my enemy with me.
My army brothers lean down as I pat my left pocket,
A goodbye to my love with her favourite sonnet.

Though it is day, darkness closes on my eyes,
I take my last breath, envisioning the sunrise.
As my essence drifts away, I have only one regret,
There’ll be no more ‘I love you’, and too much upset.

Lest We Forget.

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Read an Ebook Week 2016

From today until March 13 at midnight, Smashwords are holding a ginormous sale to encourage reading. Which is fantastic! Check out their site and fill your e-reader up!

For the first time since its release, Wicked Sunshine my romantic comedy novel is enlisted in the sale at 50% off. Half price. Instead of $4 get it for $2. All you have to do is follow this link, add Wicked Sunshine to your basket, and make sure you input the code RAE50 when you go through checkout for your discount.
Simples.

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Nature’s Destiny and Alpha Wanted:Part 1 are both FREE too!

Bargains, bargains everywhere!

Alpha Wanted 1 OTHER SITES  Nature's Destiny

P.S. I’m working hard behind the scenes. Stay tuned for some announcements soon – keep up to date with me on facebook and Instagram. Pretty pictures are coming. . .

Cliffhanger Controversy

Cliffhangers. They’re a lot like Marmite, aren’t they? Some people love them, others hate them. And then you get the odd marbles who love to hate them, and hate to love them. Which one of these lovely specimens are you?

I’m somewhere in between the likability spectrum.  You see, it all depends on the genre. Cliffhangers can’t work with every book. Can you imagine how infuriating it would be reading an entire novel full of crimes, only to get to the last page and not find out who the perpetrator is? You’ve been guessing all along only to realise you have to buy the sequel to get your answers.

That doesn’t work – it’s the key aspect of the plot. It’s also a bit of a con.

However, a paranormal read with a new twist at the end of the already-solved plot works. It’s a teaser of what’s going to come next. It gets you thinking, makes you excited, and fills you with anticipation. That’s what a cliffhanger should do.

The problem, of course, lies in the self-publishing revolution. We’ve been spoiled. No one has the patience to wait a year anymore, not unless it’s being traditionally published. We’ve become the generation that expects things instantly. It’s the disease that’s come with the internet.

Instant gratification.

But here’s the thing. A great cliffhanger is supposed to make you impatient not greedy – don’t expect the next book to land in your lap with a click of your fingers. Excellent writing takes a lot of time and energy.

That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t want to scoff the next book down like it’s chocolate cake day after a week of dieting.  You should totally inhale those words as if they’re your last hit of oxygen for the day.

From a business perspective, if a well-written book ends on a cliffhanger, it’s no doubt a ploy to get the reader to buy the next. Fundamentally, that is it’s basic function. But it has to fit the story. There’s no point killing off a character for the sheer sake of it. There has to be a reason behind it or you’re gonna lose interest from your readers. They’ll think you’ve literally lost the plot. Logically, even in your fantasy land it won’t make sense.

What bothers me most nowadays is that authors (particularly self-published authors from what I’ve seen) are writing *WARNING* signs in their book’s description because it has a cliffhanger. Since when did the use of a cliffhanger become relevant in the decision of which novel you’re going to read next?

Are we really suggesting that a cliffhanger is a make or break decision on what could potentially be a fantastic read?

It’s like the author is apologising for writing what they wanted to; which is very sad. You shouldn’t be saying sorry for what you believe in. It’s your work.

So I want to know:

Where do you stand on the Cliffhanger Controversy? Are you for or against the movement?

Remembering Beauty

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I  hear  the  alarm,
Howling  around  the  hangar.
As  I  rush  for  my  gear,
It  ignites  my  anger.

My  baby  she  waits,
With  wounds  to  tell,
Of  a  sortie  with  victories,
Painted  on  her  tail.

I  sit  in  her  cockpit,
Roaring  to  go.
We  take  to  the  sky,
And  give  them  their  show.

Their  fighters  are  fast,
But  my  spitfire  is  cunning.
Along  with  my  wingmen,
We’ll  just  keep  on  hunting.

The  night  raids  continue,
Orange  blasts  fill  the  sky.
As  debris  hits  the  ground,
Another  shall  die.

My  baby  she  flies,
With  more  stories  of  horror.
A  congratulations  of  triumphs,
She’ll  be  branded  a  warrior.

I  keep  losing  my  friends,
In  the  war  that  rages  on.
We  fight  for  our  country,
We  protect  the  dawn.

There’s  an  emptiness  inside,
As  I  fly  over  Dover.
I’ve  been  shot  to  the  torso,
I’m  bleeding  all  over.

I  take  in  the  scene,
Of  the  red  rising  sun,
Kiss  my  baby  goodbye,
It’s  my  time.  I’m  done.

I  fought  for  Great  Britain,
To  honour  my  duty.
I’ve  run  out  of  chances,
To  tuck  in  this  Beauty.

I  shan’t  be  alone,
My  lost  brothers  will  find  me.
They’ll  bring  whiskey  and  laughter,
For  death  has  no  enemy.

I’ll  salute  no  regrets,
And  bid  the  world  adieu.
Herein  please  remember,
What  I  sacrificed  for  you.

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Binge Reading On A Reality Funk

When  I’m  not  in  the  throes  of  bashing  out  a  first  draft,  my  Sundays  are  often  spent  reading.  And  for  the  past  few  weeks  that’s  what  I’ve  been  doing,  all  because  I  fell  in  love  with  Cambria  Hebert’s  Hashtag  Series.  After  reading  all  four  of  those  books  in  just as  many  days,  I’ve  been  left  with  an  American  football  player-sized hole  in  my  heart.  Nothing  else  I  read  is  filling  that  gap  while  I  wait  for  the  fifth  book  to  be  released  later  this  month.  (YAY)  You  see,  I’ve  been  spoiled.  How  was  I  to  know  when  I  first  picked  up  #Nerd  that  I’d  fall  in  deep  down  the  fictional  tunnel?  The  characters  captivated  my  attention  so  badly  that  even  after  a  couple  of  weeks  I’m  still  not  ready  to  let  that  piece  of  me  go.  I’m  being  held  hostage.

I’m  positive  all  book  lovers  know  what  I’m  talking  about.  It’s  that  complete  euphoria  of  fulfillment  at  having  discovered  a  new  treasure.  We’re  all  literary  pirates  –  our  eyes  gleam  in  reflection  of  the  gold  sitting  pretty  in  our  hands.  Those  beautiful  covers  are  the  visual  enticement  to  our  addiction.  They  beg  to  be  read.

Writers  are  readers  whose  love  for  words  never  stop  at  the  last  page.  The  story  might  be  finished  but  the  writer  isn’t  done.  I’m  constantly  waking  up  with  complex  sentences  formulating  paragraphs  rolling  around  my  mind,  desperate  to  create  awe-inspiring  moments  for  like-minded  readers.  And  all  that  lexis  comes  from  somewhere.

Books.

To  learn.  To  nourish.  To  satisfy.

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I’m  stuck  in  a  reading  binge  funk.  I  have  plenty  of  books  lined  up,  but  nothing’s  grabbing  my  attention.  I  have  to  be  in  the  right  mood  for  a  particular  genre.  Right  now,  I’m  stuck  in  New  Adult  land.  You  see,  it’s  that  hole  in  my  heart  that  needs  patching  up  with  new  words.  I  need  a  new  set  of  friends  while  my  others  are  on  hiatus.

So  here’s  what  I  want  to  know  from  you.  What  are  you  currently  reading?  What  genre  is  it?  And  what’s  your  absolute  favourite  book?  The  one  that  made  you  fall  in  love  with  reading. I  know  it’s  a  tough  question.  I  don’t  even  know  if  I  have  one  myself.


Announcement:  The  winners  of  Alpha  Wanted:  The  Complete  Serial  paperback  have  been  chosen.

CONGRATULATIONS  to  Cindy  of  Indy  Book  Fairy  and  Myra  of  MsMe28!

 

Killing Elevates Me

I  like  it  when  they  squirm.  Twisting,  writhing  on  my  table  while  they  fight  their  way  out  of  this  nightmare.  It  makes  it  all  the  more  exciting,  more  rewarding  when  I  slice  them  open.

The  pretty  ones  are  my  favourite.  They scream  the  most,  terrified  I’ll  mess  up  their  beauty.  It  doesn’t  cross  their  minds  that  they  won’t  be  making  it  out  alive.  Not  until it’s  too  late.  Brains  really  do  suffer  for  beauty.

They’re  not  the  brightest  victims.  That’s  what  makes  them  such  easy  targets.  And  I’m  a  master  at  disguise.  No  one  sees  me  coming.

They  always  beg,  whimpering  as  they  plead  to  be  let  go.  Their  dying  urges  fuel  my  habit,  increasing  the  euphoria  as  judge  and  jury.  They  worship  me,  give  me  life.

I  am  God.

She  lay  on  the  cold,  metal  table,  arms  and  legs  cuffed.  Her  lean  body’s  stripped  bare,  gracing  me  with  a  view  of  what  will  soon  be  mine.  I  take  what  I  want.  She’ll  give  me  what  I  need.

When  her  eyes  open,  and  the  chloroform  wears  off,  the  instant  terror  radiating  from  her  body  produces  a  scent  like  no  other.  It nourishes  me,  cloaks  my  skin  in a  layer  of  fear,  reminding  me  that  I  am  the  evil  one.  Shit,  it  feels  good!

I  gather  my  tools,  using  the  natural  dim  light  of  the  abandoned  building  to  guide  me.  Scalpel.  Saw.  Clamps.  I’m  ready  to  go.

“Are  you  a  screamer?”  I  ask,  knowing  the  light  is  glistening  my  already  sparkling  eyes.

I  can  tell  she’s  surprised  by  the  sound  of  my  voice.  They  always  are.  I  move  into  her  line  of  sight,  letting  her  see  me  entirely,  and  remove  the  duck  tape  keeping  her  quiet.

This  is  my  routine.  Hearing  the  waffle  of  their  last  breaths  enriches  my  soul  like  a  hearty  meal  on  a  snowy  day.

“You’re  a  woman?”

I  roll  my  eyes.  Every  time  it’s  the  same  first  sentence.  I  battle  every  day  for  notoriety  amongst  my  male  successors.  They  never  learn  that  I’m  better.

Ten  years and  they  still  haven’t  a  clue  at  what  I’ve  been  doing.  I  told  you.  I’m  the  master.  God.

I  put  on  my  apron,  covering  my  own  naked  body.  I  work  hard  for  my  physique,  I  like  that  it’s  the  last  thing  they  see.

“Wh-wh-why  are  you  doing  this?”

I  let  her  ramble,  choosing  my  tool.  When  she  realises  I  won’t  provide  an  answer  the  thrashing  begins.  Up  and  down,  left  to  right  she  goes.

She  pants  uncontrollably,  her  heart  rate’s  elevated,  her  blood’s  pumping  vigorously.  And  it  turns  me  on.

I  enjoy  the  ride,  savouring  the  images  for  later  when  I  have  time  to  play.

I  take  the  saw  and  hold  onto  her  hand,  spreading  her  fingers  as  I cut  through  bone.  The  moment  the  blade  pierces  through  skin  her  cries  fill  the  room.  Shouting  until  all  she  can  muster  is  a  croak.  Her  bones  crunch,  the  sound  echoes.  Blood  squirts  on  the  table,  dripping  to  the  floor.

Once  her  finger  severs  completely,  I  pick  it  up,  holding  it  to  her  face.  Tears  cover  her  pale  cheeks,  the  fight  leaves  her  eyes.  Now  she  knows  she  can  only  watch.

I  sniff  her  finger,  inhaling  the  aroma  of  raw  flesh  and  tangy  blood.  “Bon  appetit!”  I  say,  smiling  devilishly  as  her  eyes  grow  wide.  I  bite  into  her  digit,  enjoying  the  nourishment  feeding  my  body  and  mind.

She’s  tastier  than  the  others,  and  I  know  I’ve  found  myself  a  real  treat.

I  take  my  time,  nibbling  my  way  right  to  the  bone,  picking  it  clean.  While  I  think  of  my  plans  to  devour  her,  she  speaks,  her  voice  barely  above  a  whisper.  “You’re  a  monster!”

I  grab  the  scalpel,  leaning  over  her  body  until  our  chests touch.  “No,  darling.  I’m  God,  and  you’re  sacrificing  yourself  to  me.”