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2011-02-21T18:31:00.000-08:00

I finally saw Eat, Pray, Love. I enjoyed it, there wasn't enough eating though.
The universe rewarded me with the movie Julie & Julia. I feel a certain kinship
with Julie--without the success.

2011-02-03T19:56:00.000-08:00

My muse seems to be kicking ideas around, so perhaps it's time to start writing and see what happens. Since it's the New moon the time is right. Not sure if I want to revisit the prequel to Blood Pool or start another adventure with Angelica Kane and friends.

I see so many of my friends from Absolute Write have books coming out or have come out. Congrats to all! It's great to see you guys on facebook and twitter.

2011-01-26T17:43:00.000-08:00

Take 2! Time flies and not always when you're having fun. I lost my mom in Nov.'09 and was diagnose with breast cancer six weeks later. In an effort to bring some joy into my life, my husband agreed that a puppy was what the doctor ordered. In July of '10 we brought Shadow Luna home. She is a blessing. See above photo^

I'm not sure why I'm writing this. I suppose since I let my website go I wanted someplace for folks to be able to come and check out what's been going on. (Yes, I mean you two!) I've written two books since Blood Pool, but haven't found a home for either yet. Life became hectic when I was going to search for a publisher. I'm toying with the idea of another book in the Angelica Kane series, but we'll see...writing can be like a bad relationship and I'm not sure if I'm up for it--or if it's meant to be. For now I'm just trying to find a "new" normal.

Funny-today is the one year anniversary of my surgery that made me cancer free.

2011-01-26T17:41:00.000-08:00

2009-07-31T09:13:00.000-07:00

That about sums it up. When life hands you lemons you make lemonade, right? What about when it clobbers you with lemon-sized hail?

I'm sure some wise-guy will say, "melt it down and you've got water". Yeah--water and a concussion or three. So here I am trying to dodge the hail, and afraid to stand under a tree for cover. With my luck lately, lightning would be the next force of nature to strike.

July was supposed to be MY month. Finances were going to improve and that elusive agent was going to make themselves known to me. Instead, finances took a nosedive and all I've heard from agents is how the economy sucks and they're not taking on many new clients.

My supposed "new job" is not working out as planned--surprise, surprise. In fact it's not working at all--or rather I'm not. Turns out I'm losing money--in gas and such. You see, I only get paid if I have a client. The business is new, so there are no existing clients.

And if that's not bad enough, my muse has abandoned me. This is the most writing I've done in a month.

Good-bye, July. August, be kind.

2009-07-01T07:16:00.000-07:00

Thank heaven June is over. The only good things about it: I went to Salem, MA., though technically I left for Salem in May. The second thing is my son came back from FL. Yay!

I'm grateful the weather held up while in Salem, but once I returned home it was rain, rain and more rain. I had too many cancellations in my "pay the bills" job, which has made paying the bills challenging. And, all the deaths in June.

So welcome, July. I hope you bring a lot more good things than June, but uhm, it's cloudy and crappy out. Just sayin'.

2009-06-30T08:56:00.000-07:00

From my WIP The Hanging Tree. In this snippet the MC, Angelica, is experiencing a dream of a past life. This ties into a journal her daughter was given. In it is the writings of a woman who lived in a local Manor built in the late 1600's.

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I wasn’t particularly tired. I grabbed the journal to read a few more entries. Drifting off to sleep, I heard a voice.

“Who are you?” A redheaded woman asked. I assumed she was speaking to me.
“My name’s Angelica.”

I found myself in what seemed like a kitchen or dining room with a large hearth at its center. The woman was grinding herbs with a mortal and pestle.

“You’re not going to tell are you?” she asked.
“Tell? Tell who and what?” I looked around and saw in the reflection of a glass cabinet that my long hair was twisted up in a bun. It’s usual tawny color was brown, and I wore a woolen dress that reached the floor. The fabric irritated my skin. I held a long cloak in my left hand. The young woman wore almost an identical garment, but the fabric looked finer.

“I have to get these herbs ready, the lass down the road is going to have her baby any day. Are you the woman Abby told me about from the neighboring village?”
“I…uh…yes. Abby sent me. Jenny is going to have her baby?” I placed the coat down on a chair and walked toward the fire to warm up. My hands and feet were cold and I noticed melting snow on the floor near the front door. The winds howled outside, but the house was warm and smelled of dried herbs and blueberries.

“No. Jenny moved to South Carolina. I’m so glad you made it, especially in this storm. There’s already a few inches of snow on the ground. Poor Abby came down with a fever, she said you were the best healer in your village.”

My eyes widened as I looked over to the young woman. “I…I try, people tell me I do help them.”
“And you’re so young to be a mid-wife.”

I stood there staring at the fire. I had no outward response, but fear settled in my bones. My mind rushed in a million directions.

Was this a vision, or a dream?

2009-06-25T09:18:00.000-07:00

I haven't done a teaser this week due to the fact that I have no clue what WIP I want to focus on. There are approximately four to chose from. The weather has been fantastic for writing--all gray and gloomy--yet I cannot get motivated. Probably when the sun comes out I will be flooded with inspiration. Go figure.

2009-06-16T09:27:00.000-07:00

In a perfect world, an ass-whooping would be at the expense of your enemy. Nicholas’s lips sponsored tonight’s foray into “Fists Gone Wild”. The beating was courtesy of his pal, Dex.
“I’m warning you, Nick. Knock it off,” Dex uttered.
“Or what? You know what they say about you?”
“I’ll knock your pearly whites down your throat.”
“You and what…”
Dex slammed his fist and connected with Nicholas’s face. Had Nicholas not gotten into the bottle of ambrosia, his reflexes would have been better. If he’d stayed away from the booze, he wouldn’t have made such a stupid crack to his friend.
Nicholas was also too drunk to realize he should’ve stayed down. He had been a glutton for punishment since he was a little boy. A scrapper, his mother called him. Others just called him a masochist.
“You motherfu…”
Another connection between Dex’s fist and Nicholas’s face was made.
“You’re just pissed about Noelle. I had nothing to do with that,” Dex explained.
“Enough!”
Nicholas recognized that voice. It was Skyler.
“Nick. Get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass.”
He tried to grab the bottle of ambrosia, but Skyler was faster and sober. Nicholas mumbled a few obscenities, headed for his new car, and took off to the bar.
As soon as he walked into the club that night, Nicholas realized he should have taken a table in the secluded VIP section. Instead, he sat at the bar. He wasn’t feeling very social. His body ached to either beat the shit out of someone, or have the shit beaten out of him, again. Through his ambrosia haze, he wondered about these feelings. They were happening more frequently, along with a sudden rash, which would sometimes cover his whole body. A new and odd reaction he suffered from. It first happened when the Almighty forbade him to see Noelle. His skin turned lobster red, like humans after a day in the sun.
The Almighty was the queen bitch in charge. She oversaw all of the angels in the particular hierarchy known as the Brotherhood of Light. Her other job description included watching over the humans and fucking with Nicholas. And the best way to get at Nicholas was to take away his rights as Noelle Spencer’s guardian. In addition to making his skin turn red, that decision made his blood boil.

2009-05-26T08:26:00.000-07:00

This is from Amber's Fire. A paranormal YA. Amber is the teenage daughter (18) of Every Witch Way's Angelica Kane. In this snippet, Ian is the man trying to get through to Amber psychically. He is in the hospital. The 'person' in the dream is the demon from the previous teaser of Amber's Fire.
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Ian thought he was dreaming again. He heard the brown-eyed beauty’s voice so clearly. He struggled to reach her, his mind tried to slough off the cobwebs that trapped him in the dark. The warmth of her hand in his caused his heart to flutter a bit faster. He wondered why it didn’t register on one of the many monitors in his room. The blips remained steady.
What was this room? Why was he in here?

Her fragrance was like spiced vanilla with a hint of citrus. Ian wanted so badly to wake from his slumber and explain to her what had happened. Over and over he dreamed of her, trying desperately to get her attention, somehow. He was drawn to her with no explanation other than he had to be with her. Plain and simple.
He was so tired; his battered body needed the healing sleep the medicines provided. Eventually he succumbed to slumber.

“It’s very noble of you to want to protect her, but she's mine.” The man who spoke to Ian was taller than he by at least four inches. That fact didn’t intimidate him.
“I don’t know who or what you are, but you’re not going to hurt her.”
“Why do you care?”
Ian knew he should have an answer, but he didn’t.
The man’s ebony eyes were flat as he stared at Ian. “Love? You don’t even know her.”
“Obviously there’s a reason otherwise why have I found her?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.”
Ian lashed out. “Well, I care. And I sense the fear you evoke and you feed off it.”
“Very astute. Still, she was promised to me a long time ago. She's weakening. She wants me and soon I’ll have her, forever. One way or another. There is nothing you can do about it. She’s my little virgin.”
Ian tried to strike out at the powerful man, but he was rendered motionless. “I will protect her.”
“Like you have in the past?”
“What do you mean?” Ian asked.
“Ah, you don’t even know. I’ll let you two find out. Together.”

2009-05-19T06:57:00.000-07:00

This is the first draft--rough--rough--of my latest WIP. Louise, Rowan's friend, just arrived at Rowan's home and finds her in the massively overgrown garden. They are talking about the bittersweet vines. Louise has asked if Rowan is pulling them out.

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Rowan squirmed out from behind the plants and stood watching as her friend struggled with something in her vehicle.
“No. I’m keeping it. Just trimming it once the berries come out.” She walked down the path toward the driveway. “What are you doing?”
“Come here. I need help.” Louise was cutting some rope with a small knife, which was attached to her keychain. “Meet Marcello. I thought he’d be perfect for your front yard, by the overgrown pond.”
Rowan helped slide Marcello, a six-foot resin statue, out of the back and stood him up on the ground.
“Wow, he’s great. I love him. Where did you find him?” Rowan asked as she walked around the statue.
“A yard sale. He’s a Roman god. Oh and there’s one more.” Louise went to the front and grabbed a snarling gargoyle.
“Louise, they’re great. Thanks. What do I owe you?”
Louise handed Rowan the smaller statue. “Nothing, it’s part of your housewarming presents.”
“You’re the best.” Rowan led the way to the inner portion of her front yard. They placed Marcello down by the eight-foot wide pond.
“Yeah, so you say.”
“You are. You run the hair salon, you’re a wife, a great friend and teacher.”
Louise smiled and Rowan noticed her chest puff out a bit. “Yes, but hubby manages the salon. Go on.”
Rowan continued with her accolades. “You’re an excellent High Priestess, which reminds me, are we meeting at your place tonight. I forgot.”
“Yup. To discuss Samhain.”
“Right, it’s only two days from now,” Rowan answered as she stared at Marcello. “I want to perform the ritual, if that’s okay. Invoking the spirits. After all, I’m a third year initiate.”
“Cool, one less thing for me to do. I checked your schedule and you’re booked from Thursday through Saturday this week. You’re a magician with those scissors. Rowan Scissorhands.”
Rowan eyed her best friend. “You priming me for something. An extra day at the salon?”
“No, I told you that you can take as much time as you need until you get settled here. Of course everyone at Magie misses you, but we’ll get along.”
“It could take years before I get settled here.”
Louise shook her head of platinum hair, styled in the trendiest bob, and sighed. “The inside is nearly done. It’s just the outside.” She waved her hand to encompass the view of the Muentseresque house.
“Yeah, just the outside.” Rowan laughed.
“Where are you going to put Marvin?”
“Marvin?”
“This little ugly gargoyle?”
“He’s got a name, too?”
“I just named him. He feels like a Marvin.”
“Just plop him on the top of the steps.”
Louise placed the smaller statue on the top step and whirled around. “Well, Ro, I gotta jet. I have a four o’clock. I’ll see you later.”
The two hugged. Rowan’s insides warmed upon initial contact with Louise. Her friend had that calming effect on her. Rowan remained in the garden, kneeled, and began to weed the area around Marcello.
Welcome to my home. She gazed up toward the sky and could have sworn she saw a smile play upon the statue’s lips. Crazy. All this Halloween stuff is getting to me.
At that moment Rowan’s cat, Bast, rubbed against her. “Shit.” Rowan jerked forward, and fell face first into the murky pond.

“That was disgusting,” Rowan said to her black cat as she sat in front of the roaring fire. “Don’t sneak up on me anymore. I think I actually swallowed some of that water. Gods only know what little creatures are brewing in there.” She gagged. “I think I’m going to puke.”
Her cat simply stared at her mistress. Rowan knew what Bast was thinking. I can’t help it of you’re a klutz.
Rowan was working on her incantation. It was a spell to help spirits cross into the light. She jotted down notes in her tattered leather-bound journal while waiting for her hair to dry and dinner to cook.
She lit her special Samhain incense to get the musty smell out of the living room and tossed a handful into the fire. She loved the fact that this house had a fireplace in the living room and her bedroom, which was right above her on the second floor.
“Spirits captured in the night, fear no more, I bring you light.
Loved ones wait to bring you home, go to them, no longer roam.
The veil between our worlds is thin, you’re new experience can now begin.” She paused. “So mote it be!”
The fire in the fireplace crackled, the flames leapt higher as she tossed another handful of incense. The scents of sandalwood, frankincense and myrrh filled the air. Normally she would love the compelling fragrance, but somehow mingling with her roasting chicken it lost its soothing nature.
She heard a crash from outside, and then a splash and a ribbet but paid no mind. There were a lot of noises coming from within and without of this old house on a daily basis. Rowan figured this was just another one. Perhaps it was the last croaking of the frog that lived in the muddy water.
She peeked out the window while heading into the kitchen. It was dark, too dark to see anything. The automatic timer on her lights clicked on and suddenly her windows glowed with amber and purple lights.
When she opened the oven and peeked inside, she realized dinner was not going to be ready in time so she shut the oven off and fed Bast. “Sorry, we’ll have some chicken later,” she informed her familiar. “I’m off to Lou’s house.” Closing the glass doors on the fireplace she breathed in deep the singular smell of the incense and let out a sigh.
She grabbed her big black bag and headed out the backdoor. “Later, Bast.”

Catching up with the Dark Crescent Coven members always gave Rowan a feeling of belonging. They were, in fact, her only family. The only family she connected to. Her mother and father moved to California ten years ago. Rowan was on the opposite coast in a little town on Long Island where she grew up.
She slammed her car door shut and headed to the safe haven of home. I really need to invest in some solar powered lights. The house was dark outside and looked especially creepy. Rowan loved it. It was like every haunted house she’d ever seen on Halloween decorations, including the nearly bare branches grasping up toward the night sky. Their skeletal fingers tried to pluck the few stars that peeked out between the clouds.
Home sweet home. She skipped up the steps, passing a pumpkin she’d purchased a week ago, not yet carved.
A brisk wind scattered dried leaves across her porch as she fumbled for her front door key. She cursed when she noticed her house key latched itself through wide opening of her car key. Damn. She shook the keys loose, finally able to unlock the door. The rusty hinges let out a mournful groan.
“Honey, I’m home,” she said to Bast.
“I’m up here, darling.” She heard a deep masculine voice answer.
She dropped her bag, grabbed her athame, and crept up the stairs.

2009-05-12T07:34:00.000-07:00

Teaser: Every Witch Way but Dead

Like a restless spirit roaming the landscape, fog drifted in, abandoning the dark waters behind. A buoy moaned in the distance, shattering the silence. The first slice of the new moon dangled in the inky sky. It was a time for magickal conjuring.
The only light in his dank apartment came from black candles as they cast peculiar shadows upon a collage of photos tacked to the otherwise dreary walls. All were of a striking woman with sparkling peridot eyes. For a moment, the man in the darkness seductively traced the outline of her face with his finger.
I loved you, but you chose the wrong man.
Like Narcissus mesmerized by his reflection in a pool of water, he stared at the manic blue eyes in the mirror. A day’s worth of stubble obscured his lightly tanned skin. Sandy curls softened the hard lines of his face. Classically handsome, some would say.
Candlelight flickered and fitfully divided the shadows in his sparse dwelling. The night revealed nothing and only the sliver of the crescent moon peered down.
As the flame lit the remaining candle, his mind played over the last time he’d seen her. He cursed as the fire licked his finger, snapping his attention back to the present. In his tortured psyche, the burnt skin was her fault.
“Smitten, battered, haunted, torn. I stab at thee as if a thorn. Suffer now! I will not wait. With this pin, I seal your fate. Pins so sharp you can’t abate. I strike at thee with utmost hate. Smitten, battered, haunted, torn. I curse you now, your pain is born.”
In the center of his room lay a small doll. A lock of her blonde hair twisted around the miniature toy, bound with a thick black ribbon. He breathed in her essence. Thoughts of her consumed him. He picked up the poppet and stroked its face.
You will never find anyone who loves you as much as I do.
Tiny crystals of perspiration framed his angelic face and glimmered in the candlelight. Silver metal caught the flames as they danced. He lifted his ritual knife higher in the air and continued his chant.
“Smitten, battered, haunted, torn. I stab at thee as if a thorn. With this pin, your fate is sealed. Your deepest fears are now revealed. Smitten, battered, haunted, torn. I curse you now, your pain is born!”
He brought the knife down and sliced the palm of his hand. He made a fist and squeezed. Blood dripped from his clenched hand onto the doll, staining its hair and face, streaking down like tears from its dead eyes.
Tenderly, he massaged the blood over the silken plastic, felt himself stiffen — not yet, not yet — took a deep breath and focused once more on his bloody task.
Her face looked back at him, if only in his mind, as he stroked the knotted hair.
Oh, how I loved you.
An image of her plump, moist lips and slender neck filled his mind. His gaze trailed down to a full bosom that strained against the fabric of her lacy top. She reached out for him. She wanted him. He knew that much, but she could not admit it to herself. He set her down and ran his hands over her most intimate places.
You will be mine.
No longer was it a doll.
In his fantasy, the poppet was her.
The woman who’d captivated him, woven her spell around him and who’d left without a word. The mere thought of her sent him reeling. He had to take her. His lust commanded it.
“Smitten, battered, haunted, torn. I stab at thee as if a thorn. Suffer now I will not wait. With this pin, I seal your fate. Pins so sharp you can’t abate. I strike at thee with utmost hate.” The crazed thoughts that plagued his tormented soul caused his hands to tremble while he pierced the doll with thick pins aimed straight at its heart.
He clenched his jaw with fierce emotion, swaying back and forth. He raised his arms upward continuing, “Smitten, battered, haunted, torn. I curse you now. Your pain is born! Smitten, battered, haunted, torn. My love for you has turned to scorn. All those around that you hold dear, will know no peace, but only fear!”
His muscular arm slashed the knife across the throat of the poppet. Desire carried his craving to overflowing as he and the spell reached their climax. He shuddered. The night wind blew through his windows, leaving him in isolation and darkness.

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In the predawn light after a night of fitful sleep, I’d finally succumbed to quiet slumber. Upon awakening, I grabbed my dream journal and jotted the images and feelings that were still clear in my memory. This had become a ritual of mine since my teenage years, writing in a daytime diary and nighttime journal. This was my latest entry.
In the distance, a sharp wedge of silver glittered before me, piercing the shadows. Was it the moon?
I struggled to catch my breath, but the air was thick and fetid. Stranded in a murky fog, I groped for anything to keep from free-falling. I reached forward, but my hands lashed out at empty space.
My throat tightened. It was so cold. Where was I and why couldn’t I breathe? I plunged into the deluge of darkness. My mouth opened to scream, but there was only silence. Waves of fear rolled over me. I was dragged down by the undercurrents and into the void.
Flashes appeared from out of the abyss, popping like a frenzied photographer’s camera. A creamy white specter materialized before me then evaporated in a cloud of crimson blood. The edge of a blade wavered in the mist then retreated.
My eyes adjusted to the dark, but I saw nothing. Nevertheless, I sensed a presence. I worked my way into the deepest recesses of my unconscious, hoping to find a clue, a key that would unlock this mysterious scenario. There was only darkness and a cold chasm. I had lost my way.
The last notation bothered me most of all. This is not a nightmare and I cannot wake up…

2009-05-05T08:51:00.000-07:00

Teaser from Devil's Angel. Scene when female MC meets the angels of the hierarchy. Nicholas is her protector.

When she stepped out of the shower stall, Nicholas was there. He stood lazily resting his hip against the countertop, watching her as she wrapped the towel around her slender body. He wanted to kiss those plump breasts before she tucked them away behind the cotton towel.
This sensation was odd for him; he wanted to make love to her. Before, the act of sex was more to unwind—a release—the feeling he was experiencing now was a…yearning. What a sap I am.

She smiled. His heart melted. “You’re back,” she said.
“Yeah. I had a meeting with my friend, Luc. We need to talk, Noelle.”

He noted her face lost all its color. Apparently, those words struck fear in everyone’s heart, angel and human alike. She nodded, grabbing a robe from the back of the door and swung it around her shoulders. She cinched it at the waist and headed back to the bedroom.

He kept walking. “In here, peanut.”

Lucifer stood as did Michael, Dex and Skyler, in the hotel room.
She stopped in her tracks as she stared at the enormous men in her room. All radiated an aura of power, yet kindness. Every one except the redhead.
Menace oozed from him; he looked like an ancient Celtic warrior. He stood, leaning against the arch between her bedroom and the living room area. Nicholas led her to what appeared to be a normal man. Normal except for the fact he wore a cowboy hat, silk shirt and leather pants.

“Noelle, this is Luc…Lucifer.”
The Devil extended his hand and removed his hat with the other. Noelle simply stared at him, her eyes unblinking. He retracted his hand. “I get that a lot. No biggie.” His irises shone like two obsidian orbs, intense.
Her hands trembled at her sides. “Y-you’re t-the L-Lucifer?” she sputtered. “You’re so…tan.”
He laughed good-naturedly. “What did you expect? Red skin and scales? I can do the whole horns and a pointed tail thing, but it’s cliché and old. Am I right?”
“I-I suppose so. You’ve got a British accent, too?” She thought a moment. “Wait, I remember seeing you at the restaurant, right?”
“Yes. I was there,” Lucifer confirmed.
Nicholas jumped in. “He’s a good guy, love. Let’s make the intros first then I can try to explain.”
She nodded vigorously. “Yes, please do.”
“The mean-looking dude is Michael, the archangel.”
Michael grunted a greeting.
“The white-haired, freaky looking guy is Dex and that’s Skyler.”
“Freaky?” Dex balked.

Noelle took a step back, as if she wanted to put as much distance between herself and…them.
“Freaky, in a good way, bro,” Skyler added, patting his buddy reassuringly on the back.
“Easy for you to say, both your eyes are the same color,” Dex complained.
Nicholas took Noelle by the arm and led her shaking body over to a wing chair. “Relax. They don’t bite…Well, Michael, maybe Luc.” He watched the rest of the color drain from her face. “Kidding. I’m kidding.”

Not exactly. Nicholas knew as good as these angels were the majority were bad boys with wings. Their main priority was protecting humanity.
He gently nudged her down on the cushion. “It’s all right, eh?”
“My sincerest apologies. It’s obvious we’ve frightened you,” Lucifer said with a warm, comforting smile.
Noelle simply nodded.

“I’m sorry to say you’re in for a crash course on the behind the scenes running of the universe,” Michael said.
“Oh, is that all?” she said in a small voice.
Nicholas monitored her reactions. She’d stopped shaking, but she clutched at her robe with white knuckled tension.
“The Hierarchy of the Angelic Realms, or as we’re lovingly referred to, the Brotherhood of Light, is run by, as far as we’ve been told, the Almighty. A female Deity. Her counterpart is the demon Arcane, her brother.”

She held up her hand in a sweeping motion. “You’re telling me the one in charge of you…all… is a female Deity and she has a brother who’s a demon?”
“Exactly,” Michael said.
“You met him at the café last night,” Nicholas explained. “The one who offered you a job.” His voice was flat.
“I thought when you said the Almighty, you meant…ya know. God,” she said to Nicholas.
He patted her back and began rubbing it in a circular motion. “Just listen,” he whispered.

“There’s a lot of chatter going on, but I won’t bore you with it right now,” Michael interjected.
“An angel with a demon brother,” she muttered.
Nicholas stepped up in front of Noelle. “She’s not taking the job. Tell her Mikey. It’s a ploy.”
“Noelle, you’re not taking the job,” Michael answered matter-of-fact.
“She’s not taking the job,” Nicholas repeated.
“I heard you the first time,” Noelle said in a huff.
“Nicholas. Let Noelle hear the rest.” Calm Lucifer spoke, soothing everyones frazzled nerves.

2009-04-30T08:30:00.000-07:00

Silver Phoenix Trailer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihJ1xy009bk

2009-04-28T06:55:00.000-07:00

Silver Phoenix : Beyond the Kingdom of Xia

By Cindy Pon

Out today at your local book store.

Congratulations , Cindy!!!!

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“I couldn’t put it down. Your heart will be racing, and you’ll be aching for more. An addictive gem.”
—Meg Cabot, author of The Princess Diaries and Airhead series

“Beautifully written, lush, exotic, and romantic, with a gutsy heroine who defies convention to fulfill her destiny—Silver Phoenix has it all!”
—Alyson Noel, New York Times bestselling author of Evermore

available APRIL 28, 2009

2009-04-21T08:01:00.000-07:00

Tuesday Teaser rewrite:

For the third time this week, Amber Kane almost lit her little brother on fire and not on purpose. When she gets mad, well, fiery things tend to happen. Some people throw temper tantrums, she throws fireballs.
It wouldn’t be that bad if she had more control over her talent. It’s in her dreams she’s most helpless and the firepower is of no use to her.

He stood a few feet away from her; his lush black hair glistened in the moonlight. His voice, which spoke to her in a rhythmic cadence, eased her initial trepidation. She’d seen him before, in the night where her imagination ran free.
“You have grown up to be such a beauty. I’ve been watching you your whole life, little one.”
She smiled and shyly glanced away from his hypnotic stare, but the magnetic pull drew her back.
His head tilted, as he laughed, surely taken with her innocence.
“There’s no need to be shy with me.”
“What do you want?” she asked.
“To help you. As I’ve always helped the witches in your family.”
Amber stepped back. “My family has no other witches in it except for my mother and me. And my mother’s a Priestess of Oya and Isis. Not something out of Sleeping Beauty.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, little one. There have always been powerful stregas in your family dating back centuries. Your grandmother’s magick is in her cooking. Whatever she is feeling at the time is infused into her meals. Your mother is a great psychic. And you…” Amber detected hunger in his voice. “Wield the element of fire.” He began to move closer to her and she was powerless to leave. A part of her didn’t want to. He exuded sexuality and she wanted him to touch her, everywhere.
The warmth of his hands felt so right upon her skin as his fingers traced the lines of her cheek and neck. He muttered softly in her ear, “So lovely. Pure and virginal, mine to protect.”
Amber leaned into him, feeling the hard muscles of his chest and the warmth of his breath upon her flesh. Her arm wrapped around his waist and she felt his arousal as their bodies pressed closer together.
“Give me your heart, my sweet one.” His lips pressed against her cheek as hers sought to meet them.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
A growl emanated from deep within his throat. She wrapped her other arm around him, lifting her face to receive his kiss.
“I want you,” he said fiercely.
“Take me.”
“You will give me your heart, my love?”
“Oh, yes.”
That’s when she noticed the ice cold look behind his eyes. A vacant stare met hers as his arm raised and he thrust a long, thin blade into her back. Her body bucked forward into him and he moaned as if in ecstasy.
Amber felt the heat within her build, but she could not use it to heal herself or scorch the demon who held her. He glided the blade upward and his lips brushed hers.
“Thank you for your heart, my love. I will always have it with me. I will always have you with me.”
The only warmth Amber sensed was the blood flowing down her back. A new, raw pain radiated from behind. His gelid fingers entered her flesh and wrapped around her still-beating heart.
“Remember that I love you.” He sighed and yanked her heart from her body.

Amber bolted out of bed, her eyes wild with fear. She searched the room while grabbing at her chest. Relieved to feel her heart beating, she began to settle down.
“Another nightmare?”
Amber jumped back and fell over her handbag, landing on her rump.
“Damn you Cliff!”
“I’m sorry, did I frighten you?”
“You prick, you know you did.”
He smiled. “I swear I didn’t mean to. Really. I give you my ghostly honor.”
“You have no honor.” Amber climbed back into bed.
“You really should let me help with those nightmares.”
“Ha! That would mean allowing you to enter my body. No way.”
“Still mad about the whole kidnapping thing?” he asked.
“Yeah and the whole, ‘I’m going to kill you thing.’”
“Dude, you really hold a grudge.”
“Dude?”
“Sorry, dudette.”
“Yeah Cliff, it’s taken a lot just to talk to you and acknowledge your existence.”
“I know. My bad.”
“Bad doesn’t even come close.”
“Good-night, Amber.”
“Good-night, Cliff.”

2009-04-20T11:06:00.000-07:00

Life is like a box of chocolates. I was thinking about that famous movie, and my son. I hope he gets only the sweet with a touch of dark chocolate, so he'll appreciate the sweetness. I wish that for all my boys.

2009-04-07T08:20:00.000-07:00

Tuesday Teaser: This is bare bones--unedited--WIP

For the third time this week, I almost lit my little brother on fire and not on purpose. When I get mad, well, fiery things tend to happen. Some people throw temper tantrums, I throw fireballs.
My mother’s a witch. A real --spell-casting, ghost whispering, High Priestess-- witch. She’s famous too. She’s been in the papers and on TV. So, as you can imagine, it’s not easy being her daughter. Especially since I’ve somehow inherited powers far beyond hers and I’m only eighteen-years old. It started about two years ago. Fire is my element and my mom and her coven sister, Ouida, decided it’s time to help me harness this ability. Before I really hurt someone like my brother, Jake.
“I want to you to focus. Concentrate on your power center and raise the energy. Send it to that pile of leaves,” Ouida instructed, pointing to the leaves.
My mom was standing next to me, coaxing me like I was six years old and learning how to ride a bike. I focused on the anger I still had concerning my father. He’d cheated on my mom and they got divorced this past winter. It’s a long story.
“You can do it, Pookie,” my mom whispered.
My stomach churned, the heat emanated from that center and I pushed it out. I had a new respect for women going through menopause. This had to be worse than any hot flash Ouida described.
Smoke rose from last autumn’s pile of dried up maple leaves. Soon, I saw flames leap up and consume the dead leaves.
“Excellent,” Cliff applauded.
“Thanks,” I answered him aloud. Cliff’s handsome ghostly features formed out of the ethers as he gave me a thumbs up.
“Ah, I’m glad to see you’re talkin’ to the spirit,” Ouida said with a wide smile.
I shook off the residual energy and wiped the sweat from my brow. “Yeah, well, he doesn’t understand the word no.”
My mom laughed. I looked over at her. She’d been through so much these past few years. Including going up against this uber-evil murderer, Cliff, who was now dead and helping us work out some karma. Not to mention he’s working out a lot of his own debts.
You’d never know it to look my mom. In love and pregnant with—I believe—the love of her life’s baby. This will be the fifth and final installment of the Kane/Bennette clan. Or so I’m told.
“I think that’s enough training for today,” Ouida added.
“You did great, Amber,” my mom said.
“I’m my mother’s daughter.” I smiled.
I could tell Ouida was concerned for my mother. I watched as she walked over to her and the two walked inside. My mom had a miscarriage a few months back and Ouida and all my mom’s friends were extra cautious with her.
“So you did good, kiddo.”
“It seems to come easier.”
“It will.”
“What is it, Cliff? I can tell you want to talk about something.”
“Nah, it can wait.”
Then he was gone.
I walked toward the water. Our backyard was the Long Island Sound and I sat on a lounge chair. The weather was finally getting warm and before long I’d be performing my first Solstice ritual.
From the darkened corner of my mind, a sound emerged, slowly forming words. They sounded hollow, almost tinny. “I’m here, can you hear me?”
“Cliff? Is that you trying to play one of your semi-scary ghost tricks on me?”
“Please help me.”
I turned and saw there was no one around, not even my little twerp of a brother. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I was in a park setting. I noticed a young man sitting alone on a bench. His hair was the color of ripened wheat and had the most beautiful eyes. They were a pale hazel-green color with flecks of burnished gold. Immediately, I realized this must be a spirit. I walked over to him.
“Hi, my name’s Amber,” I said, introducing myself.
“I know. I tried to get to talk to you before, but your friend wouldn’t let me get through.” His voice sounded intensely masculine, with a husky quality to it. I thought I detected a slight accent.
I watched his expressions as I spoke to him. He seemed lonely, and somehow scared. Maybe he’s newly crossed. “That’s his job, among other things. He’s sort of like the gatekeeper, or a spiritual bouncer. Spirits have to get his okay before they can communicate with me. I’m somewhat new to this.”
“I got that impression. I just wasn’t able to…get through to him the way I would’ve wanted to, but I knew I would be able to talk to you—directly.” His head bowed down as he stared at the ground.
He looked extremely sad as he tried to explain himself.
“You are really beautiful. I—I mean inside and out. You radiate a calm energy. I like being around you,” he shyly admitted. “Not to mention the fact I find it oddly disturbing that I can even see your energy.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“I can’t remember,” he said. “Another oddity.”
“How did you die?” I tried to read his energy, but he was scattered and unable to ground his energies.
“I—I don’t know,” he said with a sigh. “Am I dead?”

2009-04-05T08:26:00.000-07:00

I spent the day doing readings yesterday. It always amazes me when the spirits come through and the strength of their personalities. No matter what your agenda may be, spirit has its own. You may want to know when your true love will arrive, but Grandma may feel it's more important you get yourself to the doctor and get regular check-ups. She wants you to know she remembers it's your birthday at the end of the month. And it's all validation for you to realize she's still around and knows what's going on in your life.

If you insist, she might give a vague timeline as to when Mr. or Ms. Right will come along. Time and time again I've seen--and heard--spirits give the messages necessary for their loved one to hear. So listen.

2009-03-31T12:37:00.000-07:00

A wonderful review for Blood Pool:
http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/reviews/Mar09/bloodpool.BD.html

2009-03-15T09:01:00.000-07:00

In an attempt to keep up blogging, I thought I'd post a bit of a teaser from Devils' Angel. Let me know what you think.

Claire watched as the heavily muscled angel sat, drinking his Tanqueray. His pale blue eyes seemed to be in a permanent squint, as if he already nursed a massive hangover. His hand completely covered his tumbler, making it impossible to see when he’d finished his drink. Judging from his earlier ones, he was downing them within five minutes, tops.

Claire hadn’t realized how tall he was until he rolled off the stool and stood. Most of the angels she met were etheric beauties. They were the inspiration for such artists as Michelangelo, DaVinci and many other renaissance artists.

This one had a hard quality about him that simply made him mean-looking. He had the same features as most others of his race, but the stubble on his face hid the smooth skin. A scar by his right eye marred the perfection prized by the angelic realm. He didn’t seem to care. Yeah, he dressed all right, in a Ralph Lauren way. He wore a clean, expensive shirt and equally pricey jeans, purposely made to look old. Or perhaps they really were.

He plunged a hand in his jeans pocket, pulling out some cash. The other hand dug through his dark blond hair, which fell just above his shoulders.

“Fuck it.” She heard him mutter, his voice thick with an Aussie accent.

She watched as he swayed, looking around. He turned and headed toward her. He threw down a few twenty-dollar bills.

“That should cover me, eh?”

His expression masked whatever thoughts consumed him at that particular moment. The frown on his face turned into a grimace. But Claire could sense his mind was racing at light speed.
She reached for the money and their fingers touched. For a moment, she thought he made the earth move.

Until she realized it was an explosion that rocked the back of the building.

B. Ella Donna

2009-03-11T12:20:00.000-07:00

Okay, so, the Twitter bug hit. I'm Elladonna over on Twitter. It's a lot of fun.
Celebrated my birthday at the end of February, waiting on spring to arrive. Not much going on, waiting to see what happens with the book Devil's Angel. I love it, of course. If you're a fan of J.R.Ward you'd like it.

In the meantime, I'm doing more ghost whispering. I've done a few psychic readings parties. It's a blast. To see the expression on peoples' faces when you tell them something from their relative or friend who's passed on that you couldn't possibly know--priceless. It's nice to be able to offer comfort.

2009-01-23T11:59:00.000-08:00

Someone is impersonating agent Deidre Knight. Promising book deals, ect.

Beware.

Website: www.knightagency.net

2009-01-19T18:53:00.000-08:00

As usual, I've neglected my blog. With the holidays, birthdays, anniversaries and kids getting sick, life's kept me busy. Also, I have Blood Pool coming out Feb. 9, '09 and I am querying my heart out on two other books.

Querying is like sending a resume out when you're trying to get an agent. You tell them about your book, writing experience and pray they'll be interested to ask to see more. Sometimes they do and sometimes they don't even answer.

I came so close to getting an agent...and I'm still holding out hope. We talked...which is a 'big' thing, but I never received the ms back to make the changes that were requested.

I've written a new book since the above mentioned close call. It's a cross between urban fantasy and paranormal romance, called Angel's Fury. I'm really happy with it. I just hope an agent will love it as much as I do.

Stay warm.

2008-12-10T09:15:00.000-08:00

It's time for the Holiday Charity(Save a Pet Foundation) event with Blackmore's Night. It took place early this month at a lovely restaurant on Long Island. It seems they have one in the US one year, and one (I imagine) in Europe the following year. So--boo-hoo--it'll be two years 'til the next one.

The restaurant was cozy, and decorated for the holidays. The food was delicious. I had a nice time, but something was off. I can't put my finger on it. I'm assuming--which I know I shouldn't--that perhaps the fact that they'd been planning a wedding(which took place in early Oct) and then went on their honeymoon, could cause a bit of exhaustion. Plus they've been promoting their Secret Voyalge CD.

I only have the dinner in '06 to compare it to, so, who knows. They just seemed more distant this year, in '06 they mingled with the crowd, we were able to take photos with them and talk to them, but not this time. I did miss congratulating Candice on their marriage, but managed to briefly express good wishes to Ritchie. He was very gracious, feigning, "Oh yes, I remember you, you're with--uhm..." he was very charming. As you can see in the photo, which my husband was able to take, Candice looks radiant. As always.

They played from about 9:00pm until 2 am. Taking a little break in the middle. No complaints there--the music was fantastic, as always. Their Winter Carol's CD is perfect for this time of year.

I do hope they tour a bit on the east coast this year. I know they're plannning on hitting the road on the west coast. Check their web site. www.Blackmore'sNight.com

I posted more pics on my www.myspace/elladonna site.

2008-11-18T09:20:00.000-08:00

In any field there are good and bad. I've always been a spiritual individual, rather than religious. I started hearing spirit and having OB (out of body) experiences when I was little(about 8). Normally, I'd have no control of it and it would simply happen. Especially if I was at a relative's home and bored out of my mind. Before I knew it, I'd feel this rush and then I'd notice I was viewing things from the ceiling. As soon as that happened, I'd freak out a bit and come back into my body. It made me nauseous, so whenever I'd feel that rush, I'd talk myself out of it. "Don't go, don't go..."I began to see spirits, which scared the crap out of me until I got used to it. Then, at about 13, I started studying tarot, psychic development (which includes meditation--the chakras), astrology, gem power, herbs, numerology and Reiki. All this happened over many years.What happens to me isn't quite as dramatic as Melinda Gordon in GW. But I've had instances where I've been at an event talking with someone and a name will repeat over and over in my head. Finally,(this happened in the spring) I asked the person...do you know a Rose? And it turned out this woman's sister-in-law(Rose) had recently passed and wanted the person I was talking to to know how much she appreciated all that she did for her--and a lot of validating--and tears-- info came through. Of course, karma has a lot to do with what is revealed and what's kept hidden. For instance, I wish the spirits would have let me know my sister hadn't been going for her mammo's. But, it was her journey and so I was clueless. I did, however, always have the feeling that I was going to lose my husband. It was just a nagging feeling that followed me around. Around the same time my sis's cancer came back(3 yrs ago), my husband had a massive heart attack. (He was only 39) As soon as he complained his chest hurt, I called 911. My neighbor was--at the time--an ER nurse at the hosiptal he was brought to and she bumped him up right into an ambulance(which happened to be there for another patient) to take him to a better equipt hospital(for heart problems). A hospital, which his brother works as a tech in the OR, putting together the right teams for surgery. So, as my neighbor said, they have a phrase(nurses), "it was a perfect dance", or something like that meaning everything fell into place for him and he survived a triple bypass.The morning of his heart attack, I'd planned on going out. For some reason, I didn't. That was in Feb. '05. My sister passed that August. As I held her hand and told her it was okay to go, that Daddy and all our other relatives were waiting, she left her body.I could ramble on of all the things that've happened--feel free to email me if you'd like. For me, I know the soul lives on and if we listen, we can hear them.

2008-11-12T09:27:00.000-08:00

A simple request for those who visit my blog. Think, perhaps, of buying someone a book for the holidays, or birthdays-- any author's book. We need the support. They certainly cost a lot less than taking a vacation and can be much more exciting.

BB
Ella

2008-11-05T07:31:00.000-08:00

Out now at SamhainPublishing.com

2008-10-21T06:50:00.000-07:00

I'm almost done with the edits for Blood Pool, due out in early February of

'09. As I reread the story of Raven and Bo, Lamai vampire and shape shifter, Raven's father still presents a strong character. Tobias Strigoi is one of those--hello, I'm here--characters. So, of course, I followed up with Blood Destiny, Tobias'story. That is a true love story.

The weather here in the northeast is cool, the leaves are changing to brilliant jewel tones of amber, smoky topaz and ruby. The big holiday is fast approaching, Samhain. We'll do our usual bon fire and ritual to remember those who've passed on. Then friends will gather and we'll welcome the trick or treaters while we enjoy good food and wonderful company.

For now, I'm back to my WIP, Last Chance.

Enjoy autumn's bounty!

2008-09-24T18:56:00.000-07:00

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2008-09-17T08:07:00.000-07:00

I'm procrastinating. I am very good at it. I have so much to do today and all I really want to do is write. I wanted to share something--a recipe. It's not mine, but it originally came from Rachel Ray, love her! Hamburgers with feta cheese and spinach. YUM!

Ground beef--or whatever meat you like.

Package of chopped spinach

Feta cheese

Easy! Mix, season to taste and grill!

Thanks Rachel.

Did you see the harvest moon last night?

Hope you made your wishes upon it.

Ella

2008-09-05T13:11:00.000-07:00

YAY!!!!! My newest cover for the upcoming book The Upside of Karma. What'dya think?
I like it very much. Usually, I go for the artsy covers, meaning not photos, but art. When I received this for approval, I really was pleasantly surprised.

This novel is the continuing story of Angelica Kane and her coven friends with lots more romance. For those of you who read Every Witch Way but Dead things heat up between Detective Sean Bennette and Angelica...or Angel, as Sean likes to call her. Circumstances throw them together again and the sexual tension builds...and builds...whew!

It's a lot of fun and I hope you'll look for it when it's released.
You can also visit me at http://www.b-elladonna.com/ and myspace/elladonna.com
Be well!
Ella

2008-08-31T13:15:00.000-07:00

Why doesn't anyone ever tell you how much life sucks? Maybe they do, but we glass half full people refuse to believe it. Stupid. The glass is half empty.

Think positive, create your own reality--blah-blah-blah. Give me a freakin' instruction manual and I'll create my reality, until then I'm going on strike.

Quantum physics--more blah-blah-blah crap. I think the song Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve has become my new anthem.

Yeah, I'm having a really bad day. A bad decade. Sure astrologically I can tell you I've got more squares in my chart than a Rubics Cube, but as the kitty cat exclaims, 'WTF?!' I should've cashed in my chips and asked for a do over. 'You have a lot of challenges to overcome,' the astrologer says. 'Why not tell me the truth. 'Your life is going to be one obstacle course after another with intermintent bouts of grueling BS in between. NO KIDDING. Ya think?

I have figured out what most people probably know already, but disease comes about(most times) because we get to a point in life where we say, 'Uncle!' Thus giving the body permission to create havoc among the cells and tissues of our so called vehicles. BTW- I'd like a Ferrari next time, not a Ford.

'Oh, you're an artist so obviously you feel things more intensely than others.' Newsflash! If it got anymore intense I'd implode. Perhaps if I become an academic I'd feel less? I'm in! Call Harvard, I'm on my way. Yes, I set my goals way high. Probably part of the problem. I should aim lower and not become disappointed. How low can you go?

I know people out there have it a lot worse than I do, but frankly Scarlet...

That doesn't help me one bit when my life is falling apart around my feet for the third time. (I lost count , really.) My final hope is that karma prevails and every single man I know reincarnates, at least 100 lifetimes, as a female. Even that probably isn't enough to even the score, but it's a start.

2008-08-13T19:05:00.000-07:00

I started writing my blog the other day and as usual life pulled me in another direction. I cannot believe it's August. Back to school commercials have been on air for weeks already. Where does the time go?

I've been busy getting as much writing done as I can. I will start attending the local psychic fairs this fall giving readings and doing book signings. I'm shopping book four around and writing five and six--not a great idea writing two books at the same time--but the ideas are there to be plucked from the ethers.

We had a wonderful fourth of July, spent at my neighbor's home doing a combined BBQ. A smaller version of the scene in Every Witch Way but Dead minus the murder! Toward the end of July we hosted another BBQ for my great-niece's third birthday bonanza, and last week we had my husband's parents over for another BBQ. It was a lot of fun. My mother-in-law shares my love of flowers so we gabbed about butterfly bushes, hibiscus and fig trees.

Enjoy the rest of the summer!

Ella

2008-06-27T09:16:00.001-07:00

Book two in the Lamai Vampire series in finished, that is until my editor gets to it. My goal was to finish it by the end of June--done. What I didn't plan on was number three chomping at my brain. Working out in my garden, my mind was racing with ideas. This character needs to tell his story!
"So much for taking a break, Mom," my son says as I race upstairs to my laptop.
"Oh well, you gotta strike while the iron is hot and this iron's on fire!"
But this is therapy for me now. My middle son is moving to Florida to go to school, and I'm mildly freaking out. He's leaving this weekend...Momma's trying real hard to let the little birdies fly. It's not easy--that's an understatement. He was just 5 years old yesterday, wasn't he?
All you mommas out there...they really do grow up in the blink of an eye. Cherish every moment, I did, and they still grew up too fast!
But as my wise niece told me--"If you've raised a child that feels confident enough to go out on his own, then you've done a great job."
*Sigh*

2008-06-19T09:35:00.001-07:00

Summer has arrived in the northeast! Temperatures in the 90's and turbulent storms due to the heat hit us Sunday. As long as no one gets hurt, I love a good thunder and lightning storm, and boy was I treated to one the other day.
This morning the weather is gorgeous. I sit and look out my bedroom window and see Mother Nature in all her glory. The beautiful bay is like glass, I hear the distant moan of a boat upon the water. My garden is popping with color. Even our first water lily bloomed in the pond. Crickets are chirping and songbirds sing, even a few crows are adding their melody. Kids are still in school, so it's nice and peaceful. Later in the day there will be more activity at the park by the beach 300 feet from our home. I am blessed.
I am half way through with the first round of edits for Blood Destiny, one more and it's off to my editor. I want to get it finished so I can enjoy the weather and ponder my next book.
I shall return when the muses allow.
Brightest Blessings!

2008-05-08T19:06:00.000-07:00

I can't believe it's been almost a month since my last entry, shame on me. The muses have kept me quite productive and for that I'm grateful. Along with Every Witch Way but Dead, The Upside of Karma is due out this fall and early 2009 Blood Pool will be released.
Blood Pool is a paranormal story in a different vein. Yes, vein as in vamps. And Shape-Shifters, Fae, Wizards and Witches. The fourth novel and my current WIP is a sort of prequel to Blood Pool. There will be more on Blood Pool as the release date gets closer, for now The Upside of Karma continues with the story of Angelica Kane and the Sisters of the Sea coven. It has been great fun writing what I call the 'sexy sorceress stories'. Alas, I may have to say farewell to Angelica. My publisher has decided to focus on romance novels only and Angelica has always had a large dose of mystery.
I know she has many more adventures to experience, and she could find another home with another publishing house. Only time will tell, but for now, I'm kept busy with seductive, brooding vampires. I can deal with that!

2008-04-21T08:39:00.000-07:00

The Women's Expo took place last Monday at the Sheraton Hotel in Suffolk County. It was fun meeting business owners, and chatting about my book, jewelry and psychic phenomenon. I even gave a reading to the co-chair of the expo. It was one of those things where spirit has a message and I become the instrument. The woman was very happy with the reading and my partner at the expo expressed her awe with the process. (She'd never seen me 'in action'.)

I signed a few books and made some new friends. Seems the muses are guiding me to going back to readings of the psychic kind. Art (painting and writing) and the occult are my passions, and I'm busy booking readings along with planning on attending the Eyes of Learning Spring Fair in Levittown, NY. It should be fun.
With the Internet--readings can be done via email--which is nice. The phone is another way and of course the face to face reading.
Angelica awaits me in the wings to continue her journey.

BB
Ella

2008-04-07T19:07:00.000-07:00

I apologize in advance if I’m absent.
I’m back in the zone..working on the third installment of the Sexy Sorceress, Angelica Kane.
With Blood Pool completed, my third novel, I’m now back with Angelica and her romantic romps with her sexy stud.
I guarantee an enchanting journey, full of twists and turns with Every Witch Way but Dead and continues in The Upside of Karma. I hope people enjoy reading Angelica's stories as much as I enjoy writing them.
I will try and keep the blog updated, it all depends on the muses.
BB
Ella

2008-04-06T19:46:00.000-07:00

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2008-04-02T21:32:00.000-07:00

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2008-04-01T19:32:00.000-07:00

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2008-03-11T12:54:00.000-07:00

An angel altar creates a special place in your home where you can instantly be in tune with the angels. It can be anywhere you wish, but the best results come if it is placed in a room what is used every day. It makes no difference how large or small it is. It can be a small table, a self, or part of a dressing table.

Once you have decided on the right position, and your angel will provide advice on this if you ask, you must determine to use this spot only as an altar. You must never use it simply as a place to put items. It must be treated with respect.

Experiment with different items or objects to see which creates the most energy such as crystals, pictures, fresh flowers can all be put on your altar.

Your altar can be anywhere at all. You may wish it to be outdoors, if you have a special place where you won't be disturbed. If you set up your altar inside your home, you will quickly notice a change in the energy in the room. You will feel a sense of calmness and peace whenever you go near. You will also find that you can speak freely and easily to the angels when you are close to your altar. You will be able to talk to the angels any time you wish.

Your altar can also be used for healing. You will find that after you have had your altar for a while and have used it regularly, that both the quality and quanity of sacred energy will increase. You can mentally send this spiritual, healing energy wherever you wish. Whenever you hear of someone who could benefit from this energy, you can mentally send some to them. Your altar can also be used for self-development, for healing and for spreading love, compassion and understanding. It can also be used for forgiveness.

By setting up an angel altar and using it regularly, your relationship with the angels, and the entire angelic kingdom, will become closer than ever before. If you use your angel altar, your relationship with the angels will be thousands of times better. Your angel altar can transform your life!

2008-03-02T17:58:00.000-08:00

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2008-02-18T08:00:00.000-08:00

When one chooses to walk upon the spiritual path, one often assumes that all people in the so-called spiritual community are going to act ethically and morally. It can come as a rude awakening when someone we respect as an expression of the divine acts in ways that are hurtful, deceptive or, at the least, thoughtless. When one has to wander out of the spiritual community into the mundane world, there are also tendencies for a spiritual individual to have a higher trust level which can often leave one more vulnerable. In a world where others may not adhere to the tenets that we choose to abide by, we sometimes are at greater risk to be taken advantage of or be hurt more easily.How will we act in situations of betrayal or hurtful issues? We will act normally. We will feel violated, used, hurt, saddened, angry and so forth. Just because one is traveling a spiritual path, it does not mean that one does not have these natural reactions to something that is hurtful. Sometimes when we feel angry we will castigate ourselves because we are not being as "good" as we think we should. Even before we can get to the state of forgiving those who have wronged us, we need to first forgive ourselves for being normal or perhaps for not acting as spiritually as we expect of ourselves. Guilt will not help in any situation when one is seeking to live a spiritual life. While many of us have been brought up in religious communities that promote the use of guilt and fear to maintain the status quo, a truly spiritual person will use negative events or thoughts to prompt positive growth and to evolve on the spiral of spiritual expression. A really wonderful teacher (and I am sorry I cannot remember exactly which one because I have had so many) said to me: "To turn a negative event into a positive expression ask this question: What good can come from this?" So the first step in forgiving self and forgiving others is to look at an issue from many different sides. Try to get into the mind of the person(s) who perpetuated this issue and ask yourself: What prompted this person to act this way? What was their motivation and how did they see themselves receiving something that they needed by their actions? If you have trouble seeing the possibilities, discuss it with a confidant that you trust to hold your discussions confidentially. Look for feedback that is honest and not just someone telling you what you want to hear. The most important thing that you need to discover in the healing process of forgiveness is to learn intent. If the individual purposely tried to do what you consider wrong and you know they knew it was wrong or illegal, that is one issue. If they thought that what they were doing were not wrong and they were not trying purposely to hurt you, this is a totally different issue. Just a special note of warning, usually a person that you know has shown you patterns of small hurts or negative behaviors, you need to know if they were setting you up for the big one. Also, reflect upon your response and dig deep to find what buttons were being pushed by the event or issue that has caused you pain. You might find that why you were hurt because you were to learn a lesson, and I think in all strongly emotional events, both positive and negative, this is a constant factor. Remember, the spiritual individual will grow stronger by learning to think clearly and learn from the events over a lifetime. For me, choosing to allow myself to be vulnerable requires that I develop a greater sense of detachment and observation of my reactions to the world around me. Meditation is probably one's most positive tool in seeking enlightenment. In fact, I think that one of the reasons that I might get angry with myself when I act with normal emotions is that it indicates to me that I have lost my spiritual detachment. When you have worked your way around how you feel and the whys and so forth of a hurtful event, you are ready to begin the healing process. Sometimes you may think you have it clearly figured out, only to have something deeper pop up from your unconscious or the cosmic mind. Be gentle with YOU! And, be gentle with the other person. Some people and counselors will suggest that one needs to confront the person who creates pain for self, but I do not necessarily think that is true. I think that we can do it on a spiritual or psychic level and have the same healing effect. Confrontation is usually just a vehicle to perpetuate more angry or hurtful behaviors. The person that you confront is not going to think he or she did anything wrong or if he or she does, it will be normal to become defensive. It will work just as well for you to write out a letter stating what happened, how it made you feel, and that you now release the negativity and transmute it to good. Then burn the letter and release it to the universal mind. You can use this technique to heal old hurts where the person is no longer available or who might have passed over. If this does not work at first, you can do it again and before you burn the letter you can visualize that you are severing the psychic cords or energy threads that have kept you connected to this toxic individual. In forgiving yourself and in healing yourself, you can use visualization where you feel all of your energy returning to balance. Start at the top of your head and imagine wonderful healing energy entering the top of your head – like from the divine source. Let this energy slowly move through your body feeling it heal and empower you. Then imagine that it is going out through the soles of your feet into the ground and then through the center of the earth and then coming out the other side of the earth and creating a circle from whence it began from the universe. In this visualization you are creating a pure energy link that constantly replenishes from the infinite divine. All of us will have times of positive and negative events and issues through our lives. However, the sooner we learn to take responsibility for how we respond to events and turn them into positive use of energy, the less we will suffer and the more we will experience times of contentment and joy. And along the way one never knows when what appears to be such a bad experience becomes the event that opens the door to manifest blessings.

2008-02-06T08:56:00.000-08:00

Self Esteem
Self esteem is really the core of our behaviors and well being. When we feel good about ourselves, our outlook on life reflects that. Issues in life don't affect us dramatically. We give to others and add to our own abundance of joy. What is even better is that our attitudes become contagious. Others can feed off of a kind word or friendly smile. It's truly amazing how many people you can affect with a positive form of self worth.
The opposite is also true. A negative self esteem attributes to us looking outward for something to fill the gap. This sometimes leads to unhealthy relationships with others. A person lacking self control may seek a controlling relationship. A person with low self esteem may seek someone that attributes to their negative perspective of themselves. This occurs mainly because the person did not have self esteem in the first place to find a "loving" relationship. This behavior spreads to family members, to children, to everyone this person may encounter. It's a pattern worth looking at and recognizing as it impacts us all.
Whose responsibility is it to recognize our self worth as well as our self weakness? It is our responsibility. Other people may see our weakness' but it takes ourselves to see them to make the change necessary to grow. We owe it to ourselves to invest in our well-being, but we also owe it to others to make the most of their time as well as ours.

2008-01-28T10:07:00.000-08:00

I'll be interviewed on March 18 at www.michellepillow.com/blog

It's a fun, entertaining and somewhat silly interview. I had a blast. Hope you'll check it out.

Right now I'm putting final touches on Blood Pool, the steamy, sexy new vampire novel guaranteed to fog your reading glasses.

2008-01-16T19:45:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow's my wedding anniversary. Seven years of mostly bliss. We survived a lot. The most devastating being my sister's death and my husband's near fatal heart attack. When it rains, it definitely POURS!
It will be three years in February that he suffered a massive CI, four days after my husband's birthday and three days before mine. He is very lucky to be alive--*knocks on wood*.
I celebrated early and got a stylish haircut! More for me--of course--my spouse prefers it long. I needed a new look...or rather wanted one.
He'll get his gift tomorrow...;-)

2008-01-06T08:30:00.000-08:00

You'd think that at this time of the year, after all the hub-bub is over that one could relax. NO WAY!
From November until now it's birthday time in my home, with the holidays nestled in between. My youngest son's birthday was yesterday, so now there is a reprieve until February.
My baby is 15!! Yikes, how time flies. He requested crab legs for dinner and a fudgey birthday cake. His dad bought him an I-phone--nice, I got him some gadget for his X-Box live.

I have to go make some money to pay for all of this--time to edit Blood Pool, the new vampire novel.
Raven Strigoi is the MC, who happens to be the medical examiner for the island of Mirabelle Cove, and she's a vampire. Technically she's half vampire, half human.

Soon, I'll post a little blurb about the rest of the saga.
Happy New Year!
Ella

2007-12-31T22:01:00.000-08:00

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2007-12-26T07:46:00.000-08:00

*Heavy Sigh*

The whirlwind that is the holidays, for the most part, is over.
The traditional Italian fish feast Christmas eve is slacking, due to my mom's age, and my reluctance to learn how to make 'fish salad', baccala, and stuffed squid. I want to introduce new dishes, such as, fried striped bass, scallops, and perhaps shrimp parmesan.
Next year.
I didn't get to watch much of 24 hrs of A Christmas Story this year. Only 30 minutes. It's a Wonderful Life still remains MIA.
My nieces and family all arrived at my home in the evening and we drank and ate while carolers sang outside. It was a lovely night. The next day my sons came over, and my mom, and we dined on honeyed ham, sweet potatoes with apricots & apples, carrots and a big salad.

Now the cleanup begins...yuk!
Duty calls...and laundry.
Happy New Year!
Ella

2007-12-16T10:49:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I attended my book signing at Bluemoon Enchantments. It was a wonderful experience. So many people came to celebrate the holiday season, and purchase books, sample some meade, munch on cheese and crackers, veggies, and much more. I was able to meet a few Myspace friends, as well.

This was my first time tasting meade, I must say it's different than I expected. It's a wine made from honey and various flavors. The samples there were; peach, vanilla, and raspberry. I enjoyed the raspberry. Also on the list of favorite holiday drinks is wassail, which I love, and eggnog! Wassail is made with, or without alcohol, and apple cider, cloves, cinnamon, and any other spices you like. Serve it warm and enjoy!

Afterwards, my husband and I had our own celebration and went out to dinner. All in all, it was a marvelous day and evening. I especially cherish going out at this time of year when many businesses and homes are dripping with brilliant rainbow colored lights. I often wonder what is going on in the living rooms of the warmly lit homes as we'd drive by, TV's are sometimes on, and holiday trees are sparkling.

I've officially got three book signings under my belt. I enjoyed everyone of them and look forward to doing more. The people are friendly, warm, and either book lovers or know a book lover.

2007-12-12T09:33:00.000-08:00

I just finished reading a lovely book, Garden Spells, by Sarah Addison Allen. It's a Giving Tree type story about a family's apple tree and the magic it bestows when someone bites into one of its apples. If you enjoyed the book, Practical Magic, by Alice Hoffman, or Nora Roberts, Dance Upon the Air--Three Sisters Island Trilogy, you'll love Garden Spells.

2007-12-10T09:01:00.000-08:00

I think that it's important that everyone is able to express their own opinions, but I feel it is equally important that we try to stop lumping stereotypes together. I have considered myself an ecclectic wiccan and have read many and written a few books.
I don't believe that anyone can or should judge a person's devotion based on length of time of a ritual. A hollow heart can pray all day, but that does not make him/her anymore devout than a sincere person who walks his/her talk, and doesn't perform any rituals. It's what's in a person's heart and soul that counts.
In my many years of study, I think the most important thing I've learned is that we're all still learning, still evolving... and a rose by any other name, would smell as sweet.
My reasons for incorperating different pantheons comes from past life connections. So, yes, I will have statues of Isis, Kuan Yin, and Ganeesh in my home. If I had to chose one it would be Isis. She speaks to my soul, and yet I am not Egyptian (not in this lifetime).
I say, it's the journey that counts, not the color horse you ride. Personally, I really don't like labels and that's another reason 'eclectic' works for me. Basically, as I've said in my bio, "I'm a spiritual being having human experiences."~ Wayne Dyer.
Of course these are just some of my thoughts on the subject.

With love and respect,Ella

2007-12-08T19:17:00.000-08:00

The Yule trees have been put up all around the house and now I'm preparing for next week's book signing. It's at BlueMoon Enchantments in Patchogue, NY. December 15th is the date.

The shopping season is in full swing and as usual I have many to still shop for, but I had to get my novella finished before the holidays.

Any special plans?

Ella

2007-11-23T08:26:00.000-08:00

Well, the wheel of the year keeps spinning. I am thankful that Thanksgiving is a memory. Recently the holidays have become my responsibility for hosting. It gets a bit much celebrating 'my' holidays, Imbolc, Samhain, etc. and the family ones.

As always, I dread their approach and I'm happy at their conclusion. The odd thing is I do love to entertain.

Now the countdown begins until the next round...Yule, Christmas Eve, Day, New Years.

I think I'll get lost in my writing until spring.

Ella

2007-11-14T07:48:00.000-08:00

WooHoo!!!! Today I am guest blogging on one of my favorite authors blog, Yasmine Galenorn. It's at http://witchychicks.blogspot.com

I am so honored that she invited me to blog today. This week is bringing many blessings. I've lined up two book signings, both on Long Island, and I have my new book marks ready to be laminated. I also won a contest at my writers group, Absolute Write, for a non-fiction piece.

I'm at the end, hopefully, of editing Blood Pool, my vampire book and then I finish an anthology. Well, it's a part of an anthology. AND THEN I can get to work on the third installment of the Angelica Kane series. Plus, shop for Turkey Day, and cook, clean...I'm tired already. :o)

Blessings!

Ella

2007-10-24T09:29:00.000-07:00

This month I attended the Eyes of Learning Fall Festival. It's Long Island's oldest non-profit metaphysical organization. I had worked at these fairs years ago doing psychic readings and this time I was there selling my book, and music. I had a wonderful time and look forward to the Spring Fair. I was able to see friends that I haven't seen in a long-long time. Next time I may even do some readings.

Ella

2007-10-07T07:35:00.000-07:00

Renaissance Fair!

Friday we went to my favorite minstrels first US city tour of this year. Blackmore's Night played in CT and what a fabulous show it was. With all the craziness of the summer slowly fading it was wonderful to go and relax and enjoy a night out. It was sorely needed and flew by much too fast.

Now I'm back at the computer determined to finish In the Name of Love--or--Blood Pool. Can't quite decide what title I like best. I may go with the former. It's a vamp story with a twist and I'm tickled with the way it's telling itself.

Yes, that's right...my characters along with Miss Muse tell the story and I just write it down. As with Every Witch Way But Dead, the characters came to life and the plot went in a totally different direction than what I had planned for them.

Next weekend I'll be in Levittown, NY at an Eyes of Learning Fall Fair signing Every With Way But Dead. If you live on Long Island--come on by!

BB
Ella

2007-09-25T18:53:00.000-07:00

Monday wasn’t such a great day. This summer has been extremely busy. Days have been spent unpacking boxes, painting walls and endless trips to Home Depot. There hasn’t been much time for writing.
Later in the day Monday, I went home to pick up my youngest son to help unpack yet more boxes. Stabbing them with scissors to cut the miles of packing tape I got out my frustrations, daily. I was sick of seeing the tan hide of cardboard.
That is until I stepped on my porch and saw a slender box with the Samhain return address. Jumping for joy, I screamed for my son to come outside. I could hardly contain the ecstatic emotions coursing through me. I tenderly guided the scissor across the top and opened the treasure chest. There it was—my book. Every Witch Way But Dead.
I know other writers can appreciate this next sentiment. It’s funny—not ha-ha funny—because I worked really hard on this book, read and re-read, wrote and rewrote and re-read some more. To the point that I thought I couldn’t do it anymore—BUT, last night I sat in bed with my little reading light and opened it up and relished each page as if I’d never lay eyes on it before.With book two finished, I look forward to more adventures with Angelica Kane and friends. Fall Festivals are popping up all over and I’ll be attending as many as I can doing book signings. It’s a dream come true! The book is out--it's at Amazon.com--today!
Blessings~Ella

2007-09-04T19:32:00.000-07:00

Wow! It's September already, where did August go?
School starts tomorrow and although it's been many years since
I graduated I still get the end of summer blues when the yellow
school buses start their journey to pick up sad back-to-school kids. My son
included.
Every Witch Way But Dead comes out Sept.25th in book stores and The Upside
of Karma has a release date of Fall of '08. That means I must get cracking
on my Vamp book and then on to #3 in the Angelica Kane series, tentative title--The Hanging Tree.

2007-07-27T08:29:00.000-07:00

Where does the time go? With days spent at Home Depot and painting walls, ripping up carpet, gardening and rescuing 20 year old sons who break down on the Expressway, who has time to write! Not I.
Abandoned by her brother who was supposed to help with all this construction on their mother's new home, our heroine loses what's left of her mind. That is until hunky Jake Striker, local handy man, arrives. His muscle shirt clings to him like socks in a dryer.
"You need me to check your pipes, m'aam?" Jake asks.
"Why yes, that's an excellent idea."
He leans over her, capturing her in a corner. His lips slightly spread in a mysterious smile. She feels the heat between them, I'll show you th-the way," she stutters nervously.
"I think I know my way around," he says seductively, wiping the paint from her cheek. Their lips so close...."

Back to Home Depot...grrr. To be continued...
At least I'm writing.

BB
Ella

2007-07-20T15:47:00.000-07:00

THREE OF SWORDS will be re-released in ebook format from The Wild Rose Press next Friday, July 27th! Keep tuned, gang! Whoo hoo!

Joanna
www.myspace.com/joannakmoore

2007-07-20T07:30:00.000-07:00

Hey all!
Sorry I've been MIA, but mom's staying with me and she just closed on a house. Now we start the process of moving her in. She's 79 and has been through lots of changes lately.
At least she will be two minutes from me and not an hour away.

Be back soon!

BB
Ella

2007-07-12T10:46:00.000-07:00

Even more good news! Here's the new cover for the sequel to THREE OF SWORDS, entitled SEVEN OF CUPS, featuring Selene's (the heroine of TOS) younger sister, Izzy. Aren't these covers amazing? Wild Rose Press is a fantastic publisher. I'll post as soon as I have a firm release date for both books! Until then,

Joanna K. Moore

2007-07-03T12:53:00.001-07:00

Hello, all, and welcome to LunaChicks! After a period of time where I wondered what would happen, the way has cleared ahead. My paranormal romantic mysteries THREE OF SWORDS and SEVEN OF CUPS will be re-released by my new publisher, The Wild Rose Press, this summer! AND, I'm currently working on a new paranormal romance trilogy that I hope will be a thrill ride for all readers.

Hugs to Ella and Mad! LunaChicks rule!

Joanna K. Moore

2007-06-20T18:55:00.000-07:00

I have been working for a few days on my book trailer. TaDa!!!The luncheon was a wonderfu experience. I sat with editors from St. Martin's Press and Harlequin. Donald Maas was there and many other agents.Big news. Kensington bought Samhain. That's great news.I also met Bertice Small!New title for book number two.The Upside of Karma.

2007-06-14T20:58:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is the day I get to meet a few of the folks I work with at
Samhain Publishing. I'm so excited to meet my editor! I've never been to
a writer's luncheon before. It is taking place near my home, and there will be
agents from NYC--a few I submitted to in the past.
This has been a crazy busy week, not much writing--lots of babysitting. My gorgeous
great-niece. She's such a joy, my sister's first grandchild. I'm sort of a surrogate
grandma.
To be continued...

2007-06-07T17:57:00.000-07:00

Sex sells.
I know I may be a bit slow on the uptake, but I've just realized that little tid bit of info.
It may not be my cup of tea, not to say I'm a prude--I'm not--but I enjoy more than soft porn.
Lately though I think perhaps I need to reevaluate my writing style. Do my books have sex in them? Yes, but not in every chapter. Those stories that are sold at the same site as my book, the hot sellers, all have lots of sex in them. Sex with two or more people, with toys...batteries not included.
So, what do you think?

2007-06-04T20:23:00.000-07:00

I just found out book number two in the Angelica Kane series was accepted for publication. I'm so thrilled. Like other authors out there know, some characters really resonate with their co-creators. And Angelica is a real spit-fire kinda witchy woman. I'm tickled that her story will continue and will it ever...Betrayals, lust, jealousy, spirits, and surprises.
Things get hot under- the-collar in Oceanview, enough to melt the snow in The Dead of Winter. (working title)

2007-06-02T20:32:00.000-07:00

It was a beautiful day today. Blues skies, warm breezes and lots of outdoor chores to do. Weeding being number one on the hit parade. We have an outdoor pond in the front yard and it's surrounded by all my lovely plants. Iris, daises, marigolds, sage, thyme and many more. Unfortunately there are a ton of weeds, well, there used to be. This year I vowed to take control of the weeds rather than they taking control of my garden. So far, so good. But the mosquitoes haven't arrived yet.
Not much writing was done today, okay none. Tomorrow I promised myself to get some done, that is if the weeds don't plan a revolution!

2007-05-31T17:11:00.000-07:00

The Blue Moon is cinsidered the goal moon and is a time to set goals and accomplishments for yourself. It happens when two full moons occur within the same calendar month. Many magickal practitioners believe this is a most powerful time and anticipate it with great excitiment.
The Blue Moon is a time for healing and new beginnings. It's a time to manifest powerful changes and heightened communications with the higher realms. It can bring suprises and wonderful delights. The energies are calming and healing.
So set some goals for the coming season, light a candle and work with the energy of the mighty blue moon!

2007-05-09T08:06:00.000-07:00

The 24th was the Big Day. Yes, with caps. Every Witch Way But Dead arrived on magickal wings of things that go bump in the night. Its synchronistic birth echoed whispers from those beyond the veil.
Let me explain. Two years ago this coming August I lost my sister to breast cancer.In an effort to soothe my mother's broken heart—and mine—we went to see a well-respected psychic. Not John Edward, but one just as talented. The psychic 'picked up' on my sister's energy as soon as we sat down. She told us things that she had no way of knowing, named my sister's daughters exactly, and told me to keep writing. I would be working with someone named Sam. I was just in the beginning of the editing phase at the time, and had only begun to think about submitting Every Witch Way But Dead. I hadn't a clue who Sam could possibly be. Fast forward to the present and here I am. Today is my sister's birthday and I now know who Sam(hain) is. I know it's pronounced Sow-en, but to me you'll always be Sam.For those of you out there that believe in the immortality of the soul I hope you'll read my book. I think you'll enjoy it. I know my sister thought it good enough; after all, she pushed me from beyond the veil to get it done.
Brightest Blessings!Ella

2007-04-03T10:53:00.001-07:00

It's so exciting and anxiety provoking all rolled up into one frazzled ball of energy. I put my heart and soul into my baby, as all authors do. Like Sally Field expressed, 'They like me,they really like me?'
I hope they like me. As a practicing witch I read through all the books out there, hungry for more. I wasn't particularly interested in sleuths that cooked, unless they used a cauldron.
I only hope my story holds up with the best of them, and that they are read, enjoyed and shared.

2007-03-15T09:44:00.000-07:00

Spring Fever
I should be working! Ugh.
I guess I'm antsy with spring around the corner, but book two awaits to be edited and Blood Pool (#3) is waiting in the wings. Another Vampire book whispers to me in my dreams, asking when will it's time come.
I guess I should get to it then, before the really warm weather comes.
More coffee first~

2007-02-21T19:53:00.000-08:00

My cover is done as you can see! I've been working on book two, Dead of Winter and started a new novel. Blood Pool is its working title. Vampires, Fae, and Shape-shifters are some of the characters.
I've also gotten some positive feedback from author M.R. Sellars! He's written the awesome Rowan Gant Investigation series.
"Passionate, steamy, and magickally intense. -- M. R. Sellars, Author of the Rowan Gant Investigations"
Whooo Hoooo!!!!

2006-12-07T17:57:00.000-08:00

Well, a lot has happened lately! The final edits are beginning for the book, Every Witch Way But Dead and I am working on the second book Dead of Winter.
My article in PaganPages came out, so that's exciting, too.
http://paganpages.org/
Plus, this week I attended a Fund Raiser with Blackmore's Night! It was an intimate dinner and they sang (we all sang and danced). They are truly magickal people, warm and giving. Their inner light shines through and if anyone isn't familiar with their music, you should check them out. Ritchie, is from Deep Purple fame.
Just check out my website http://b-elladonna.com/ their music is playing on most of the pages.
There's a link to them as well at my site.

Blessings all!!!!
Ella

2006-11-16T14:34:00.000-08:00

Thank the Goddess Merc retro will soon be over.
It's been a tough time.
I had an interesting meditation in which the message of don't trust the cat (Leo) came
through.
I know what that means. HMMmmmmmm.......

Hey Happy Turkey Day!!!

Happy Birthday Matt!!!

Love you!
Mom

2006-10-30T10:27:00.000-08:00

This weekend was a busy one. I attended the local annual Samhain festival and met author Trish Telesco. She's authored many wonderful books such as, Kitchen Witch and Magic Made Easy. I felt an immediate kinship with her and we had a nice talk about writing and wicca.
The ritual was very powerful as well, the room was filled to capacity by both the seen and unseen.

Happy New Year.

Blessed Be~

2006-10-27T18:48:00.000-07:00

I just received the release date of my book! The title is under construction, but the date is April 24, '07.
I'm also creating a website as well. Busy--busy--busy!

2006-10-24T10:35:00.000-07:00

I am learning so much these past few years, I think my body needs to catch up with the rest of me. Right now I'm in the midst of my Priestess studies and I'm trying to learn computer lingo. I've been involved with the 'occult' all my life and recently I decided to make it official and join a coven and officially become a High Priestess.
Also, I'm communicating with the art dept. about my vision for the book cover. As more information becomes available, I'll be posting it. It's so exciting, I'm waiting to hear from a few authors about writing some blurbs for the book cover.
BB

2006-10-20T11:48:00.000-07:00

Welcome to my blog.

2006-10-20T11:34:00.000-07:00

Welcome to my blog. This is a new venture for me and I hope to see some familiar 'faces'.

I am an author of what would be considered a paranormal mystery series. I'm a practicing witch and am currently working on my priestess studies and working on the release of my first novel. It's in the beginning stages so, I'm not sure if they will re-work the title.

I also help--when time permits--manage an online spiritual group http://groups.msn.com/EarthBasedSpirituality/welcome.msnw
I love to garden, paint, read, and write. I'm a wife and mom as well.

Bright Blessings!