Readers’ choice: Top Five Lizzy Ford Novels

This was a really tough one for me to sort out. I’ve had thousands of ratings and reviews with quite a few cheerleaders emerging for all my books. That said, there are definite winners and definite no-so-popular books. Based on feedback from readers and reviewers, I’ve listed the five most popular books to date.

1. “Katie’s Hellion” (Book 1, Rhyn Trilogy)

I’ll admit, I almost didn’t publish this one, but I’m glad now that I did. This book has been the single most popular title to date. It features the story of Rhyn, a half-demon who can do nothing right, and Katie, the jaded and imperfect human meant to be his mate.

Readers’ favorite aspect of this book: flawed, unapologetic, defiant Rhyn.

Readers’ second favorite aspect: the fiery dialogue between Rhyn and Katie.

2. “Damian’s Oracle” (Book 1, War of Gods series)

This one I expected to be popular, maybe because it’s one of my favorites, too! “Damian’s Oracle” seems to tie a lot with “Katie’s Hellion” for being the book that pulls in readers. This book tells the tale of Sofia, a human-turned-oracle lost in the immortal world, and Damian, the White God and her mate, who doesn’t know what to do with a headstrong woman.

Readers’ favorite aspect: Sofia, a strong yet vulnerable woman caught in the warzone who breathes new live into the immortal world

Readers’ second favorite aspect: Damian and his understated power.

3. “Kiera’s Moon”

Another surprise to me was how popular Kiera was among my readers. Kiera was a different kind of character – neither strong nor stubborn like my normal heroines, but more emotionally lost. This one was so popular, I’ve been commanded by my readers to write a sequel, and so I shall, probably for release in June! “Kiera’s Moon” is about a starving artist kidnapped and taken into space by her best friend. In space, she finds her perfect match in an exiled warrior prince with a heart of gold.

Readers’ favorite aspect: A’Ran, the warrior prince, making Kiera his partner when he finds out she’s smarter than he is

Readers’ second favorite aspect: Anshan, the planet A’Ran was from. (Odd, but a lot of my requests from readers are for more information about the fate of the planet!)

4. “Katie’s Hope” (Book 2, Rhyn Trilogy)

I wasn’t at all surprised this one was in my top five! “Katie’s Hope” is book two in the saga between Rhyn and Katie. In this book, both are offered very tough choices that will force them to grow as individuals. Katie must save Rhyn from Death and Hell, and Rhyn must start to accept his place in the immortal society in order to protect her.

Readers’ favorite aspect: Rhyn!

Readers’ second favorite aspect: Gabriel, the death-dealer who is Rhyn’s only friend, and who shows just how good of a person he is in this book.

5. “Damian’s Immortal” (War of Gods, Book 3)

This book has gotten some rave feedback since I released it at the beginning of December. “Damian’s Immortal” is about the White God’s brother, Jule, and the discovery of his mate, the Magician Yully.

Readers’ favorite aspect: That one of my readers named the heroine. I’ve never seen so many people excited about the name of a character before!

Readers’ second favorite aspect: A tie between Yully (the tormented heroine) and Darian (the Grey God and hero in the final book of the series.) Both received a lot of feedback.

About Lizzy

Lizzy Ford is the hyper-prolific author of the paranormal romance series: "Rhyn Trilogy" and "War of Gods" series; and the YA fantasy trilogy, “The Foretold,” all of which launched in 2011. She has also authored multiple single title young adult fantasy and paranormal romances. Lizzy's books have reached the bestseller lists on both Amazon US and Amazon UK in multiple categories. Widely considered a freak of nature by her contemporaries for her ability to write and publish a new book every 30-45 days, Lizzy attributes her success to a team that consists of her editor, graphics artist, I.T. Sherpa, and her rabid readers. Lizzy’s books can be found on every major ereader library, to include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, and Smashwords.

Links to Lizzy online:

Website: http://www.guerrillawordfare.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LizzyFordBooks

Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/LizzyFord2010

Google+: https://plus.google.com/b/106728579413949863215/#106728579413949863215/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4558309.Lizzy_Ford

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lizzy-Ford/e/B004XTTYOC/

Damian’s Oracle

By Lizzy Ford

Genre: sweet paranormal romance

Inspired by Slavic mythology, Damian’s Oracle is the entree into the ongoing battle between good and evil over the fate of humanity. The White God, Damian, and his Guardians protect the world from the Black God and his monsters while rescuing Naturals – humans with extraordinary paranormal gifts – from the Black God, who would kill or convert them.

Caught in the middle is cool-headed Sofia, a Natural whose gift will tip the scales in the war. Sofia begins her transformation from human into oracle, the first in thousands of years. Damian rescues her from the Black God in time to complete a ceremony that will bind her to him for eternity. Sofia struggles with her new world and her role as an oracle and Damian’s mate while haunted by a mysterious man from Damian’s past who’s supposed to be dead. Unbeknownst to her, her link to the dead man may be all that saves Damian, his Guardians, and the fate of humanity.

While he wants nothing more than for the petite beauty to take her place at his side like the oracles of legend did his White God forefathers, Damian can’t quite rationalize having to win her over instead of command her. Further complicating his life is the sobering realization that there are spies in his organization who are helping the Black God take out his Guardians. Damian must help Sofia reach her potential fast, especially when a threat from his past returns.

Damian’s Oracle links:

• BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/damians-oracle-lizzy-ford/1029664032

• iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/damians-oracle/id416014301?mt=11

• Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10183211-damian-s-oracle

• Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Damians-Oracle-War-Gods-ebook/dp/B004JN0KHM/

Excerpt:

Sofia froze as the scene straight out of her vision—the little boy, Cody, spread-eagled in the street near the storm drain—materialized before her. They boy’s mother was hysterical, screaming at once at the driver and her dead son. Coldness seeped through Sofia as she watched the familiar scene before her. In the distance, she heard her cell phone ring. It ceased and began to ring again. As if in a dream, she pulled it free and answered.

“Ms. Fast?” The deep baritone voice pierced her thoughts. “This is Damian Bylun. You left a message with my receptionist?”

Her world was beginning to spin as she realized her vision had come true. Her legs felt weak, and she sat heavily on the curb, struggling to control her breathing so she didn’t pass out.

God, what’s wrong with me? I saw him die …

“Pardon?”

Realizing she clenched the phone in her hand, she locked the screen and sat staring at the asphalt. Someone touched her, and visions flared across her mind. A pretty brunette, mugged in a back alley, raped and killed.

“Hey, are you all right?” someone else asked. As the man took her arm to help her stand, his haggard face appeared in yet another vision. An older man with dementia left to rot and finally die in an old folks’ home.

“Get away from me!” she cried, tearing her arm away. She fled, staggering as she bumped into more people and more visions flashed. She ran until the cold air burned her lungs and the people were far behind her. She retreated to her apartment, breathing raggedly, with cold tears stiffening her cheeks.

She closed and locked the door behind her. She froze when she saw the disaster that was her apartment. Everything was overturned or shredded, from the furniture to the bookshelves to the TV lying on its face. The windows were open and the apartment cold.

Her headache was now a migraine, and she shielded her eyes against the light from the street that filtered past her honeycomb blinds. She all but staggered into her bathroom. She wrenched open the medicine cabinet for the most powerful of the drugs Dr. Mallard prescribed for her and slammed the cabinet shut.

Her eyes were fully silver, swirling and glowing in the dark bathroom. Whatever she was, she wasn’t a normal human.

“What is wrong with me?” she screamed, slamming her fists against the mirror.

Her blood spattered on the wall, and buzzing filled her ears. She sank to the floor. Her phone began to ring again as she slid into a dead faint.

YouTube link: http://youtu.be/4htnduhW46c

About the Author:

Lizzy Ford is the hyper-prolific author of the "Rhyn Trilogy" and "War of Gods" series, both launched in 2011, as well as multiple single title young adult fantasy and paranormal romances. Lizzy's books have reached into the bestseller lists on both Amazon US and Amazon UK in multiple categories. Through her unconventional online marketing strategies, Lizzy has gone from selling 20 books in January 2011 to around 5000 books in September 2011 and from over 7,000 free downloads of her work in January 2011 to over 40,000 downloads in September 2011.

The Lizzy Ford team consists of: Matt, IT and search engine optimization expert; Christine LePorte, freelance book editor; Dafeenah, graphics artist; and Toni, English-Spanish translator.

Lizzy is considered by most to be the ultimate writing freak of nature for her ability to write and epublish a new book every 30-45 days. She is also a regular contributor for the Curiosity Quills website and is an active member of a small guild of nine passionate, talented writers, the Indie Eclective. Lizzy's books are available from Amazon, BN, Smashwords, iBooks/iTunes, and all other eReader libraries.

Lizzy’s links:

• FB: http://www.facebook.com/LizzyFordBooks

• Website: http://www.guerrillawordfare.com/

• Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/LizzyFord2010

• GR: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4558309.Lizzy_Ford

• Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lizzy-Ford/e/B004XTTYOC/

How I Came to Write Twin-Bred

Twin-Bred owes its existence to National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo for short, or NaNo for shorter). During NaNo, authors or would-be authors all over the world attempt to write a rough draft of a novel, at least 50,000 words, entirely within the month of November. As a child, I had dreamed of being a novelist -- indeed, of being the youngest novelist ever to be published. I was quite unhappy to learn, at age ten, that a nine-year-old British girl had pulled that ambition out from under me. Fast forward several decades. Inspired by my older daughter, who did NaNo for the first time in 2009, I decided to give it a whirl in November 2010.

I have been a science fiction fan most of my life, so when -- at the end of October -- I sat down to come up with some book ideas, science fiction kept happening. (I have since written and published "The Baby," the first in a series of stories based on one of those ideas.) At about the same time, I read an article about amazing interactions between twins in utero, captured on video. The researchers had found synchronized movement, touching, even kissing. Either the article or a comment on the article mentioned the traumatic, often devastating, impact on those whose twin -- identical or fraternal -- had died in utero or shortly after birth.

Straining this information through the science fiction filter in my mind, I imagined a scientist seeking to overcome the comprehension gap between two intelligent species by way of the bond between twins. It would be natural for the scientist who conceived this idea to be a twin. It would add emotional depth to the story if she were a twin survivor. And for added strangeness and interest, what if she had somehow kept her lost twin alive as a companion, who could be a character in the story?...

I have always been fascinated by communication issues and the struggle to understand what is different. I also find myself returning constantly to the themes of family relationships, unintended consequences, and unfinished business. All these threads wove together to form the story of Twin-Bred.

When I started writing, I had only my main character, scientist Mara Cadell, and her lost twin Levi, plus a few notes of possible scenes. I believe I was at least one week into NaNo before I had any notion of how the book would end. For me, the process of writing a novel confirmed Stephen King's description of the novelist as akin to a paleontologist uncovering a fossil, piece by piece. I often felt that I was discovering my plot and characters rather than creating them. (I would add that like many a paleontologist, I was not always sure of the proper arrangement of my fossil fragments.)

I spent much of the next ten months after NaNo 2010 editing and expanding the rough draft of Twin-Bred, and finally self-published it as a paperback and ebook in mid-October. I completed the process on October 15, 2011 -- my novel-writing daughter's twentieth birthday.

Writing Twin-Bred was an immensely gratifying experience. I went on to write the rough draft of a second, unrelated novel in August 2011 during a somewhat stripped-down summertime version of NaNo called "Camp Nano." As I write this post, I have just finished NaNo 2011, during which I completed the rough draft of a sequel to Twin-Bred.

Twin-Bred

By Karen A. Wyle

Can interspecies diplomacy begin in the womb? After seventy years on Tofarn, the human colonists and the native Tofa still know very little about each other. Misunderstanding breed conflict, and the conflicts are escalating. Scientist Mara Cadell’s radical proposal: that host mothers of either species carry fraternal twins, human and Tofa, in the hope that the bond between twins can bridge the gap between species. Mara lost her own twin, Levi, in utero, but she has secretly kept him alive in her mind as companion and collaborator.

Mara succeeds in obtaining governmental backing for her project – but both the human and Tofa establishments have their own agendas. Mara must shepherd the Twin-Bred through dangers she anticipated and others that even the canny Levi could not foresee. Will the Twin-Bred bring peace, war, or something else entirely?

Amazon (Kindle): http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005VDVHQ2

Amazon (POD):

http://www.amazon.com/Twin-Bred-Karen-Wyle/dp/1463578911/ref=tmm_pap_title_0

Nook Store:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/twin-bred-karen-wyle/1106674642?ean=2940013311077&itm=1&usri=twin%2Bbred ;

Smashwords (various ebook formats): http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/94490

CreateSpace (paperback): https://www.createspace.com/3541557

Excerpt:

The human colony on Tofarn and the indigenous Tofa have great difficulty communicating with and basically comprehending each other. Scientist Mara Cadell is running a project where host mothers carry twins, one human and one Tofa, in the hope that the bond between twins can bridge the gap between species. Alan Kimball, a member of the governing human Council, is hostile to the Tofa and has inserted agents into the project.

Excerpt #1 from Twin-Bred

Tilda looked at her twins, cuddled close together in the crib. Mat-set had all four arms wrapped around Suzie. They seemed to cuddle any chance they got. Maybe they were glad to be free of separate amniotic sacs.

She looked down at Mat-set and remembered the rumors of Tofa with five arms instead of four. She had even seen pictures, but who knew whether they were authentic. Certainly none of the Tofa Twin-Bred babies had been born with extra limbs.

Tilda glanced over at the big dormitory clock and then back down at the babies. She gasped and staggered a step back. Mat-set was still holding Suzie with four arms. So how was he scratching his head with another one?

Tilda looked around wildly for a chair, found one blessedly nearby, and sank down on it. She pinched herself. Nothing changed. Well, who said you couldn’t pinch yourself in a dream and keep on dreaming?

She got up and walked, a bit unsteadily, to the intercom and buzzed for a nurse. Then she went back to the crib. Of course. Four arms, only four, and what was she going to do now?

She decided to be brave and sensible. If she had really seen it, the staff had to know. And if she hadn’t, and she didn’t wake up, then she was ill, and she should get the help she needed.

The chief nurse tucked Tilda in and watched her drift off to sleep, sedative patch in place. Then she went back to her station and called up the monitor footage on Tilda’s twins.

Well, well.

* CONFIDENTIAL *

CLEARANCE CLASS 3 AND ABOVE

LEVI Status Report, 12-15-71

Executive Summary

Anatomical Developments

Observation of the Tofa infants has shed some light on the longstanding question of whether the number of Tofa upper appendages is variable among the Tofa population. The thickest of the four armlike appendages is apparently capable of dividing when an additional upper appendage is desired. . . .

Councilman Kimball bookmarked the spot in his agent's report and opened his mail program. He owed an apology to the young man who had claimed his poor showing against a Tofa undesirable was due to the sudden appearance of an extra appendage. Apparently the man had been neither dishonest nor drunk.

After discharging that obligation, Kimball made a note to seek further details as to the divided arms' placement, reach, and muscular potential. His people needed adequate information to prepare them for future confrontations. After all, forewarned — he laughed out loud at the thought — was forearmed.

About the Author

Karen A. Wyle long bio

Karen A. Wyle was born a Connecticut Yankee. Her father was an engineer, and usually mobile for that era: she moved every few years throughout her childhood and adolescence. After college in California, law school in Massachusetts, and a mercifully short stint in a large San Francisco law firm, she moved to Los Angeles, where she met her now-husband, who hates L.A. They eventually settled in Bloomington, Indiana, home of Indiana University. She now considers herself a Hoosier.

Karen's childhood ambition was to be the youngest ever published novelist. While writing her first novel at age 10, she was mortified to learn that some British upstart had beaten her to the goal at age 9. She finished that novel nonetheless, attempted another at age 14, and then shifted to poetry. She made a few attempts at short stories in college, and then retired from creative writing until starting a family in her mid-30's inspired her to start writing picture book manuscripts. She produced startlingly creative children, the elder of whom wrote her own first novel in 2009, at age 18, with the help of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Intrigued, Karen decided to try NaNo in 2010. She completed a very, very rough rough draft of her science fiction novel Twin-Bred and spent the next ten months editing it. She is self-publishing Twin-Bred with a rollout date of October 15, 2011 -- her older daughter's birthday.

Karen's principal education in writing has been reading. She has been a voracious and compulsive reader as long as she can remember. Do not strand this woman on a plane without reading matter! Karen was an English and American Literature major at Stanford University, which suited her, although she has in recent years developed some doubts about whether studying literature is, for most people, a good preparation for enjoying it. Her most useful preparation for writing novels, besides reading them, has been the practice of appellate law -- in other words, writing large quantities of persuasive prose, on deadline, year after year. Whereas in college, a 3-page paper would require hours of pacing the dormitory hallway and pounding her head on its walls, she is now able to sit down and turn out words with minimal angst. She has one professional writing credit, an article published in the Indiana Law Journal Supplement and, with minor modifications, in the monthly magazine of the Indiana State Bar Association. This article was a "third place recipient" of the Harrison Legal Writing Award. Whatever that means, it comes with money, a plaque, and a free lunch.

Karen has completed a rough draft of a second novel, tentatively titled Reflections, which is general fiction. It has two alternative elevator pitches: "Death is what you make it" and "Do you need courage in heaven?" She hopes to start the sequel to Twin-Bred later this fall.

Karen's voice is the product of almost five decades of reading both literary and genre fiction. It is no doubt also influenced, although she hopes not fatally tainted, by her years of law practice. Her personal history has led her to focus on often-intertwined themes of family, communication, the impossibility of controlling events, and the persistence of unfinished business.

www.KarenAWyle.net

Demonsoul
The Misadventures of Daria Pigwidgeon
By Amy Lunderman
Genre: Paranormal YA

Book Description

The people I call family (and I use that term loosely by the way) aren’t the Walton’s by any means. For starters the whole lot of them are demons. Myself included. Who knew right? It’s so bizarre I don’t even believe it. Or want to believe it.

Except, I don’t have a choice.

And I haven’t since the day I was plucked from my mother’s loins. I remember everything as if it was yesterday, and I wish I didn’t. Let’s call it a gift of sorts, my memory, because it’s the only that has kept me alive all this time. Why you ask?

I have a soul.

That’s right, yours truly, Daria Pigwidgeon (a name I gave myself at an early age from a show on MTV my brothers used to watch. And it’s much preferred over scum, which was used often by my parents. Scum Pigwidgeon, not very catchy) is a proud member of her very own soul. And with that came many years of taking care of myself.

Unlike the filthy bottom feeders that are my family, I’m the first one born with a clean viable human soul. The first in generations really. You’d think it’d be a good thing, something to treasure even. Only it’s something that has left me cursed.

And very far from treasured.

The first book in a young adult urban paranormal fantasy trilogy begins when Daria decides to flee her home in Bakersfield, California. With no clear plan she picks a random place, and heads for the cooler climate of upstate New York. Feeling like she finally has a fresh start she takes her life into her own hands, free of threats. Her first adventure, is in high school, as the new girl.

Making friends and vying for normalcy while staying true to herself to NOT use her demon gifted abilities, life is harder than ever. Just when she thinks she might be finding an unexpected love in the boy next door, new comers arrive in town.

Her family. The ones she ran away from in the first place.

Now she must face what it means to be what she is. A demon with a soul. Except, she's not the only one keeping secrets. And it'll shock her to her core when she finds out who and why.

Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/3aEia9Z1c0c
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Excerpt:
It’s cold, hard, and damp this slab I lay on that somehow passes itself off as a mattress. Not that I’m complaining, after all this is much better than the floor I’m normally accustomed too. You’d think I’d be pleased to finally have something of my own to rest on at night, but for reasons that constantly give me the chills, I don’t trust it.
Not unlike the witch feeding Hansel and Gretel before she plans to eat them. I just know my mother has her own reasons for finally gracing me with a mattress. Granted, it’s barely an inch off the ground and is so worn I can still feel the concrete below me, but still. Something is not right. Which is why, as the rest of my family lay sleeping a deep slumber courtesy of one sleeping draft cleverly planted by yours truly in this evening’s soup, I’m planning my escape.
I’m sure you’re wondering why a girl would drug her family members and plan on creeping out like a bad dream in the middle of the night. Well, let me tell you. The people I call family (and I use that term loosely by the way) aren’t the Walton’s by any means. For starters the all of them are demons.
Myself included.
Who knew right? It’s so bizarre I don’t even believe it. Or want to believe it. I don’t have a choice. And I haven’t since the day I was plucked from my mother’s loins. I remember everything as if it was yesterday, and I wish I didn’t. Let’s call it a gift of sorts, my memory, because it’s the only that has kept me alive all this time. Why you ask?
I have a soul.
That’s right, yours truly, Daria Pigwidgeon (a name I gave myself at an early age from a show on MTV my brothers used to watch. And it’s much preferred over scum, which was used often by my parents. Scum Pigwidgeon, not very catchy) is a proud member of her very own soul. And with that came many years of taking care of myself. Unlike the filthy bottom feeders that are my family, I’m the first one born with a clean viable human soul, the first in generations. You’d think it’d be a good thing, something to treasure even. Only it’s something that has left me cursed.
And very far from treasured.
It’s a good thing my family is gifted with their demon heritage though. Each one possesses their very own unique ability, myself included. Coincidentally, it’s also the thing that has kept me alive all these years. Before the very first time opening my eyes, I’ve been more than conscious of my surroundings. Alert, if you will. So much so, that I could feel the distain in my mother’s body as she took me in her arms. It was the only time she held me.
Not that I mind, because really, she’s rather frost bitten. I don’t just mean a cold person. I mean she can suck the heat out of the room at will. I’ve suffered my fair share of summer nights feeling like I might actually get frost bite. That was the first time she ever really threatened my life. Not the last unfortunately, but it was the last time I let anyone get close enough to try.
Besides being the smartest toddler, I had a knack of making people forget about me. And not from my winning attitude either. I’m not sure of the exact name for such a thing, mostly because my family never shared personal information. But I’ve been calling it a memory block for some time now. In short, I can cause a person (or demon) to forget they just saw me at will. Which is pretty dang handy, what with my own mother trying to off me.
And that isn’t even the best part. What’s more you ask? Well, courtesy of my beautiful soul ( I think anyways, again I can’t really ask about these things) if I’m threatened in any way I send of a sort of electrical surge. I guess you can say if someone touches me without permission, I zap them. Only if my memory block doesn’t work that is. Which isn’t very often, not that I’m boasting, I’m just that confidant.
Although, lately I’ve noticed that it’s getting harder to use my gift on my family. Maybe they are getting a resistance to it since I use it on them all the time, kind of like people who pop Tylenol all the time for a headache and it stops working eventually.
Just one more reason for me to get the heck out of dodge.
Finally pulling myself up into a sitting position, I gaze around the place that has been an impromptu bedroom the last sixteen years of my life. Technically, my mother was hoping for it to be more of a dungeon when she tossed my down the basement stairs. I’m sure she hoped to locked me in and throw away the key, but then I made her forget. See what I mean, my gift (curse) totally rocks.
As basements go, this one isn’t so bad. A little moldy and damp sure, but it’s better than sleeping outside. Plus, I’ve kept it relatively clean and looked after. I spy the magazine cutouts that grace the walls, and pride myself that I managed to swipe my sister’s teen mags. Not that she would remember me taking them, but still. For such a simple thing, I’m glad I made the best of my room. In a strange way, I know I’ll kind of miss this. Not the having to hide and praying no one remembers where I dwell, but a space that is mine.
See, I do have a soul, it makes me attached.
Praying that I’ll have that wherever I go, I stop myself from feeling guilt over leaving. Getting to my feet, I don’t bother stretching my back to work out the kinks from lying on the mattress on the floor for so long. I got over that years ago, thick skinned that is me. Not wanting to wait longer than I already have, I quickly pull up my waste length pitch black hair and knot it into a bun. After jerking it tight enough to bring tears to my eyes, I’m satisfied it won’t fall out. Then with a sense of urgency I rush out from behind the stairs, which are on the other side of my little cubby. I reach for my backpack that carries the essentials, that rests at the base as I move not bothering to stop.
Tossing it over one shoulder, I can’t resist the need to hunch over as I creep up the stairs. Taking this route more often than not, I know every creak and wobble. I take care with them now. I ease upward like its second nature, only stopping when I finally reach the door. Knowing everyone is out like a light, doesn’t make me rush out the door without another thought. If anything, it makes me overly cautious. A habit, that has kept me alive.
Grasping the brass handle, I make sure I hold it tight enough so it doesn’t rattle. Then I brace myself as I slowly turn it to the left. I can feel the jerks as the knob shifts itself to release the door and I hold my breath the entire time. When the door finally bounces free in my grasp, I let out my breath, grateful that I know the doors habits to keep it quiet. Easing the door outward, I keep my eyes alert for any movement and sound around me.
The hallway is still and silent.
Rather than feeling relieved, I force myself to be more alert as I slowly step out of the door. Clinging the backpack to my side as I do. Once I’m safely out in the open space of the hall, I turn back to the door and again grasp the handle tight enough to keep it quiet as I turn it to the right. Easing it back, I push it closed and start the agonizing process of spinning the knob back into place. I have to remember to keep the door pulled outward to me, otherwise the knob with snap in place and alert anyone. So I spin the knob more than I should, and give it a couple yanks before releasing it.
Stepping back, I eye the door like it’s about to give me away at any moment. When it doesn’t, I shift my pack so that it’s over my other shoulder and nestled against my back and not my side. Straitening, I turn to the left and gaze down the hallway to the bright hope that’s at the end of it.
The front door.
Wanting nothing more than to dash for it and yank it open so I can run through the barrier and never stop, I allow myself a quick pace as I move towards it. The house that has been my home, is dark and silent of the wee hours of early morning (or maybe late night, not quite sure) and I’m afraid if I listen close enough I can hear my family sleeping on the floor above me. It doesn’t make me pause to change my mind though. If anything, it makes me walk into a fast tip toeing jog to the door.
Reaching the end of the hall, I come to a stop and like I’m at a four way road stop, I look both ways before crossing. In the open space between the hall and door, I feel too vulnerable. Now I allow myself to dash for the door, and I can’t stop the way my legs jerk at the conflicting movement. Knowing there aren’t any particulars to this door, I don’t pause in testing the knob before I pull it open with a yank. I salivate in the hot rush of air that rushes at me, even though I’m covered in an instant sweat, it still feels like freedom to me.
Not looking back, I step over the threshold.
I’m free.
About Author:
Amy Lunderman is a stay at home mom, with a passion to write paranormal romantic thriller's whether they be adult or young adult. She lives in Rhode Island with her fiancé and their beautiful daughter. She enjoys writing, reading, being a mom, watching movies and television, having dance party, youtube, and status updates on facebook.



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This is my first rafflecopter giveaway. I am giving away hand knit arm warmers. They are made of Noro Kureyon silk garden sock yarn. Here are the arm warmers. They are so soft and warm here is my son modeling one of the armwarmers






enter below.

October 6, 2011

Today I just took care of the kids and cleaned. I got our bedroom all picked up. Kenny vacuumed it so that was awesome because I hate vacuuming. My spinning wheel has a permanent home in front of the window. I can now look out the window and spin. I just need to get myself a small CD player to plug in and listen to while I spin. I also need a big bean bag to chill in in there if I am just spindle spinning in there. That would be lovely. I still have to clean out down the side of the bed and everything will be done after that W00t!!! I am happy for having it almost done. I took before and after pictures but decided not to share them.

Vincent was a little pill today. He broke our 150 2 wireless router we bought from at and t. We can;t use the net flix on the Xbox and be online at the same time because of this. I am a little mad about this. well tonight I have videos in my posts. I think I was talking a little to quietly





well I am off to watch the vampire diaries and spin my Lucy in the sky with diamonds fiber. I will have some pictures tomorrow. Leave me comments if you like. See yah tomorrow.

October 5, 2011

Today was a very eventful day. Weather wise it was dreary and gloomy and I loved every minute of it. Dad came and took me to Vincent's speech therapy. That was nice because it did not cut into Kenny's work schedule. The speech therapist said Vincent did very well for his first day. I am happy.

So back to the weather as soon as we got to Vincent's school it started raining up a storm and the wind was blowing really good. I love this weather. Tomorrow is our last day for rain and than next week back up to the 90's. BLEH That's all I have to say.

This morning I got up to go get the laundry out of the dryer and there was a very large black and white pitt bull in our backyard. I backed up went in the house and called animal control. The dog finally went back to his own yard. It knocked four boards out of our fence. Lovely huh.
Kenny went out there to see where it got in. The dog was back in his own yard but saw Kenny; barked and started coming towards him. We have a very large back yard and kenny was hauling tail in flip flops screaming open the door. I have never seen someone run so fast in flip flops lol. I told him not to go out there. Did he listen to me noooo. oh well. At least I got to tell him told you so. hehe.

Today I did not get much knitting done. Vincent was off the wall and would not take a nap.

I think that is about all that went on today.

just been spinning and knitting taking care of kids same ol same ol lol

here are some pics of my projects going on right now

armwarmers spun with fiber from Sosae Caetano's wonderful store




my coral fiber from Sosae's shop I just recently spun up. I still have to skein it up and set the twist. Vincent is modeling it as well.




and these arm warmers I am knitting which will be available for sale in my etsy shop soon. I am still working on the other one.


Vincent has that oh mom look on his face lol

well thats all for now. leave comments if you wish I love to get em.

October 4, 2011

I have not been spinning for the past couple days just knitting. It has been nice to be knitting again although it feels a little odd. I am not used to the feel of knitting needles in my hands. I am used to the motions that go with spinning yarn with drop spindles. So after a long while of not knitting it feels extremely foreign to me.

I am currently knitting up some arm warmers to go into my etsy store. They are made of Noro Silk Garden and are my own pattern. I will have a completed set tomorrow and will post pictures.

Today was an okay day mostly. I have given up the fight on making Vincent take a nap. I am tired of all the screaming and crying he does. All it does is make me mad and wake up his baby sister so she is grumpy because of no nap.

Tomorrow is Vincent's first day of speech therapy. It will be interesting to see how it goes.

back to knitting.