Thursday, 29 August 2013

Welcome The Legendary Leaping Lanny Poffo

Dear All You Crazy Readers, 

I want to welcome one man who's been a huge influence in wrestling. He's the man of the 80-90s. A WWF Superstar. A man to whom we all knew and watched at some point on TV. He recently released his book telling his life with Solstice Publishing. Today I'm honoured to welcome this legend in wrestling and hope you'll all check out his book. 


Now over to Lanny: 

"Leaping Lanny Wrestling With Rhyme" with Solstice Publishing.

Blurb from his amazing new book:

"Wrestling with Rhyme.
Have a glimpse into the poetic soul of "The Genius" of the World Wrestling Federation."







Excerpt: From his great new book: 


     Before The Bell
Lanny Poffo to the Right, Left is Macho Man.
Before this wrestling match begins
I have some words to say
To fans from every nation
And throughout the USA

It wasn’t very long ago
I had a ringside seat
My father was a champion
Who seldom knew defeat

I’d pray each night to God above
If I could pay my dues
That I could be a wrestler too
And fill my father’s shoes

World Wrestling Federation
The answer to my prayer
My father’s watching every move
My opponent best beware

I want to thank Lanny for stopping by and I hope he has even more great successes with his book. I want to congratulate him on becoming an Amazon best seller. I hope you all enjoyed his book excerpt and I hope you will check his book out on Amazon. 

Thursday, 25 July 2013

Welcome Jessica.

Hello Readers,

Please welcome Jessica to the blog!


The Linked Through Time series
By Jessica Tornese


Linked Through Time- the first of the Linked trilogy Lost Through Time- the second in the series Amazon and Barnes and Noble Bestseller!

Linked Through Time-

Fifteen year old Kate Christenson is pretty sure she’s about to experience the worst possible summer at her grandparent’s farm in rural Baudette, Minnesota. Without cable, cell phones, or computers, Kate is headed for total isolation and six tedious weeks of boredom. Until the storm.

A freak lightning accident has Kate waking up in 1960. But she is not herself. She is the aunt she never met, but has eerily resembled her entire life. Thrust into living a dirt poor, rural farm life, Kate struggles to make sense of her situation- a boyfriend with a dark side, a “townie” who steals her heart, and the knowledge that 1960 is the very summer her aunt drowns in the local river.

Even with every precaution, Kate cannot stop fate, and an unexpected twist adds to her dilemma. To her horror, Kate finds out firsthand her aunt’s death was not an accident or a suicide, but something much, much worse.

Lost Through Time-

There never was a body, you know.”
Such is the bizarre statement from Gran only weeks after Kate has returned from an accidental time traveling incident, surviving certain death…twice. Capturing Sarah’s killer seemed to be the reason for Kate’s disappearance, but Gran believes otherwise.
Learning of Kate’s power to time travel loosens memories and desires Gran has long since buried. Gran is set on finding Sarah, who she believes never died the night Dave Slater threw her in the river, but instead, went back in time through the Rapid River portal. With rudimentary research and analysis, Gran thinks she has unlocked the secrets to controlling the time traveling link that she and Kate share with their ancestors and she plans to use Kate to bring Sarah back.
When Kate agrees, she is shocked to find out that in the more aggressive form of time travel, she doesn’t become Sarah, but trades places with her, sending Kate to Baudette, Minnesota in the year of 1910, and Sarah ahead to the year 2000.
Baudette’s catastrophic 1910 fire and typhoid epidemic are the least of Kate’s worries once she discovers what has happened. Her chances of a return trip are thwarted with the struggle just to survive, and Sarah, reliving her lost childhood in the ease of current day life, decides to never return to the past, leaving Kate to suffer the life she has left behind.
Gran is torn- get rid of the daughter she has dreamed of finding for four decades, or rescue the precious granddaughter who risked everything for her selfish dream? And to what lengths will Sarah go to destroy any chances of Kate coming back? Will Sarah succeed in severing the link?

EXCERPT FROM -LINKED THROUGH TIME

Steering carefully into the gravel drive of the Rapid River parking lot, I swore under my breath as the bike’s rear wheel slid on loose gravel. Trying to right the bike too quickly, I ended up swerving sharply to the left and crashing into the brush at the side of the gravel lot. Flying over the handlebars, I landed in a patch of overgrown weeds, my knee striking a rock hidden in the ground. Pain radiated from my knee, paralyzing me for a moment. I lay sprawled face first in the grass, breathing in the smell of earth and dry grass, cursing myself and everything on the planet.

Emotions overwhelmed my frazzled, fragile mind and I let loose with a string of profanities that would have definitely earned me a whipping. Rubbing my throbbing knee, I groaned.

Lightning flashed and the breeze picked up as if on cue, sending the cattails above my head into an agitated dance.

With great effort, I stood and flexed my leg. I could feel the slightest trickle of blood dripping a warm path down my shin. Perfect, I grimaced. Can anything else possibly go wrong tonight?

My vision had adjusted slightly to the moonless night, but I still had to partly feel my way to the place Travis and I spent the evening. Pushing through the brush, I couldn’t help but sense that uneasy, creepy feeling that comes from wandering in the dark, as though eyes watched you and monster hands waited to grab at your feet. My heart pounded loudly in my ears, the tingling creep of fear working its way from my head down through my limbs. I forced myself to keep my eyes forward, ignoring the nagging feeling that someone or something watched me from the shadows of the rocky shore.
Limbs of the interlocking pines poked and prodded my bare arms as I threaded my way through the trees. The pounding of the rapids had increased with the coming of the storm; the wind tossed the water upon the rocks, sending spray high into the air.
When I broke through the tree line, I stood mesmerized by the awesome power of the roaring water. It looked as if the rapids were fighting to break free of their rocky channel, its watery fingers washing over the rocks, reaching far down the wall, only to withdraw and try again.

Above the churning waters, a simple two-lane bridge hung defiantly in the air, its thick concrete arches planted firmly around the dangerous rocks. Suddenly, a semi loaded with logs thundered across the bridge overhead; its headlights lighting up the darkness for a matter of seconds. I used the momentary help to break my gaze from the water and search the outer banks for my sweater.

A flicker of movement amidst the trees caught my line of sight, and I focused in on a ring of pines to my right; the very place Travis and I had been a few hours earlier.
Travis?” I called out hopefully, thinking he had remembered to retrieve my sweater.


EXCERPT FROM- LOST THROUGH TIME

I felt the exact moment my heart stopped beating in my chest.
Where’s Mary?” I said, trying to keep the alarm from rising in my voice. The group looked around, stunned.

Vivie handed Gracie to James. “She was just here. I swear it.” Frantic, we strained to see across the wagon bridge into Spooner. The brilliant blond tresses of Mary’s head were nowhere to be seen.

Ruth spoke up. “That man took her to the depot.”

I stared hard at Ruth, trying to process the words, but not understanding. “What man?” 

I said, confused. There were dozens of people crossing the bridge rushing in all directions. Like ants on a collapsing anthill, the twin towns were alive with chaos, the people coming and going with what looked like little purpose. “What man?” I said again, the panic seizing my voice and pushing it another octave higher. I grasped Ruth’s arms in a painful, panicked grip.

Ruth shrank away, afraid I might lash out. “I don’t know. I was watching John. Aunt Vivie told me to watch John.” Her eyes welled with tears. “I had John,” she insisted again, afraid of taking the blame.

What did the man look like? What was he doing?” I demanded.

He was that man from the backyard. The big man who touched Mary’s hair. I heard him say he could help her run faster. For her to take his hand.”

Sickness heaved inside and I clenched my jaw.

You were getting sick over the bridge,” Ruth accused. “You weren’t helping at all! Mary couldn’t keep up and she was crying!”

Vivie reached out and gripped my shoulders. Without saying a word, we stared hard into each other’s eyes, the truth of the situation passing between us as though we were speaking aloud. McGraw had bided his time, watched us from afar and waited for a weak moment. He couldn’t possibly know the danger he faced. Was it a ploy? Would he really take Mary? Or was he just trying to get me alone to give chase and play his twisted game of revenge?

I’ll go,” Vivie said, the sacrifice evident in the firm line of her mouth. “You can’t fall for his trap, Kate. He won’t do anything to me.”

No,” I argued. “Too dangerous. If something happens to you, then Gran will never be born, and then, neither will I.”

Now about Jessia,

Jessica was recently voted Solstice Publishing’s 2012 Author of the Year!
Jessica Tornese’s debut novel, Linked Through Time, was inspired by her home town Baudette, MN. She graduated from high school there and continued her education at Minnesota State University – Moorhead where she earned a degree in education. She spent several years coaching in the Junior Olympic volleyball program in Minnesota as well as the junior varsity team for Lake of the Woods High School in 2010.

Her favorite hobbies include reading, scrapbooking, playing volleyball, and extreme outdoor sports like caving, ziplining, and white water rafting. Jessica is also active in her church and has run several Vacation Bible School programs and Sunday school programs. She enjoys working with kids of all ages!

She hopes to finish her Linked trilogy soon, and continue writing. Recently, she self-published her first juvenile fiction book for kids online. (see M&M Twins)

Jessica is married and has three children. Her family recently relocated to a small town in south Florida.

Links:
Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Linked-Through-Time/392292227468460?fref=ts
Twitter- @jltornese
Blog/Website- http://www.jessicatornese.com


Sunday, 17 February 2013

Highlander Heat-Boy Its Hot In Here

Dear Readers, Fans and Supports,

Please welcome the one and only Kharisma Rhayne. She's funny, hot and boy does she know how to make us blush. So without further a do, please check out her awesome Highlander Episode and make sure you keep an eye on her. She's a bestseller and one hell of a author.


Thanks so much for allowing me to snag a spot on your blog for a little overtaking with some Highlander yumminess.

Excerpt: 



Desire comes in many, many forms. It can be a wish for something simple: a new dress, that new music CD, a new car. It can be a wish for something you think forbidden: a spanking from your partner, watching two others have sex, using a vibrator or participating in a threesome. There's also work related desires: promotions, raises and so on. Sometimes even just a compliment.

On the other hand of all of these desires are also consumer desires. That's right. You have to want something in order for a market to be able to be created for it. If no one bought Seether (music group)...they wouldn't get record deals or be on the shelves.

Today, I'm calling out your consumer desires. You know what you like to read or what you may like to read. It's always said that you should never judge a book by it's cover. However, from time to time I think we're all guilty of doing just that. A cover can make you form an opinion of a book before you ever read the book. And then, how often are we surprised when we do decide to read the blurb?

If you give 5 writers the same image and tell them to write about it, I can pretty much guarantee each one will be completely different. In the same manner, you give them 5 plots and how each one works their character to get there will all be different as well. It's the beauty (and sometimes curse) or creativity.
I’m hoping that I’ve created something with Highlander Mine that will have everyone enjoying it…and not just me.

I hope you’ll join me…along with Breandan, Auralee and their friends on their journey.

How about a chance to win Episode 6 today? If you’d like to be entered to win, be sure to leave a comment. The blog host will select the winner and email me your details…be sure to leave your email address.

Blurb:
Season 1 - Episode 6

Breandan has become enraged at the doing of his brother, Tor and Auralee. Who does Auralee really belong with?

Be sure to check HERE and visit all the blogs on this tour for neat details.
Also, be sure to stop by my site (HERE) for a chance to win the complete Season 1 of Highlander Mine.
Pick up episode 6 at AReAmazonBarnes & Noble

Monday, 7 January 2013

A Scottish Fever Is Coming Feb 17th

Hello Readers,

Today I announce one of the hottest and amazing writers coming to my blog. The wonderful, sweet and awe inspiring Kharisma Rhayne.

So mark your calendars, she comes Feb 17th and you'll not want to miss it.

Kristal McKerrington 

Friday, 3 August 2012

In The Shadows Preview

COPYRIGHT BY KRISTAL MCKERRINGTON 2012-2013

For readers enjoyment only. (NOT EDITED YET) just a preview of what I'm working on!

IN THE SHADOWS


 “No-” Carl answered and when he went to take away her fears about him. She moved forward and did what he use to think as the unthinkable. She leaned her body against his and he instantly saw the fall round shape of the top of her breasts, moving up and down in gasps. Her heaving breasts captured his brain and left him powerless. They weren't huge, but big enough to make him weak.

Wrapping her arms around his neck quickly she captured his lips underneath her. In a fever pitch of passion and want. He almost fell backwards with the intense power behind her kiss. He felt heat explode through him and he felt his skin burst out into uncontrollable flames.

His arms remained wide around her and the more she kissed him, the more he started to kiss her back. No woman with her looks ever kissed him like this and he felt completely trapped by her spell. Locked in the centre of her spell. He didn't know anyone could kiss with everything they held inside them and leave the other person knowing there might be more to give.

The feel of her hot furry filled tongue caressing his and the way her hand fitted at the bottom of his neck made his blood pool in the bottom of his stomach. His legs became like jelly and he felt his own arms hold her against him. Not wanting this kiss to stop and not wanting to be swept away by it. 

For the Twitter followers who are great supporters of mine. I hope you will all enjoy the treat for them. 

Kristal McKerrington 

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Please Welcome Peaches and The Priest Author Larry Peterson

 Dear My Readers, 


Please welcome Larry Peterson, who wrote the amazing book called 'Peaches and The Priest'.  A Young Adult book that had me hooked from page one right through to the last nitty gritty page. 


The book shows a great of realism about what it would be like to lose both your parents and a grandparent in a short time. For the responsibly to fall onto one person's shoulders. 


With things going wrong and things never seeming right. This book will have you hooked from the beginning right through to the end.  Especially if you have a sense of humour!


One of my favourite bits was when one of the young boys runs through the funeral home, all bloody and dazed with his father's fake leg above his head.  That made me laugh and feel touched at the same time. 


Larry provides a great book and a great service towards that of the Young Adult genre in its development. I have to take my hat off to the fellow Young Adult writer. Its got a 4 out of 5 stars from me. 


On the tour that Larry is on, please keep an eye out for his book and the ones below, as well to the left.  This wonderful tour is a great help to any Author. 

So I would like to thank you all for coming out and reading the blog. I hope that you will check this out and have a great time reading this book, like I did. 



Kristal McKerrington 

Saturday, 4 February 2012

Please All Welcome Aubrie

Hello Kristal McKerrington readers,

Today I would like to introduce the wonderful Aubrie.

Hello Aubrie. 


Your latest release is called Tundra 37. Where does the inspiration for this story come from? The sci fi inspiration comes from the countless times I watched Star Wars and Star Trek TNG as a kid. I love space opera and the endless boundaries that come with it. I’d never, ever, go on a real spaceship- too scared- so I travel there in my mind. 



As for the ice planet inspiration, that’s all from living in NH, where the temperature can drop below zero. I wear pants under my dress all through the winter, along with two sweaters, a hat, gloves, and scarf every day. It takes me ten minutes to leave the house! So, I don’t like being cold, and I thought: what a wonderful way to create tension in a novel! 


What was the hardest part of writing Tundra 37?
I started to get so interested in the Seers, the people that drive the ship, that their backstory began to take over the book. I found it fascinating to delve into the mind of a person who has lived for hundreds of years attached to a ship, someone who’s merged with the computer mainframe to the point of losing their own identity. 


I had to make sure Gemme and miles story was told as well! 


Can you tell us about your research process? 


I researched minerals and energy sources. I based the mineral they are seeking in the book, hyperthium, after the real energy source, Lithium. Since their ship is nuclear power based, I researched that as well. 
Because of NH’s frigid winters, I needed no research to know how it feels to have your eyeballs freeze, or to almost pass out because you’re playing piccolo in the marching band at a football game in freezing weather at the Turkey Bowl. 


Do you feel that you grow more as an author with each book that you write?
Oh yes, you can read my very first book to attest to that! I actually wrote “he said” “she said” a lot. And I had five million points of view, a different one for each chapter. My, was I naive. 


To date, which of your own works is your favourite and why?
Actually, it’s Tundra 37. I knew I had to write something better than Paradise 21, the original book that sold the series. So, I worked my butt off on Tundra 37. I feel like it’s my masterpiece. Everything came together so well in the end. 
Do you have any hobbies away from writing that you would like to tell us about today?


I’m a professional flutist as well, so I’ve developed my hobbies into two careers. I also have a ton of guppies and goldfish, and I like to go to the movies! 


Thank you for joining us today, Aubrie.


You’re welcome! Thank you for these awesome questions that made me think! (Always a good thing) 


http://www.entangledpublishing.com/tundra-37/


Prologue
The Seers

I’m losing her.


Abysme guides the vessel in silence, her blind eyes rolling as she senses our course, two hundred years away from Paradise 18. She’s scattered her thoughts among the stars, and her mind drifts farther from the sister I once knew. I fear the machine has engulfed her individuality. She’s forgotten the meaning of our goal, the oath we took three centuries ago. Most of all, she’s forgotten me, creating an emptiness inside me more profound than the desolation surrounding us.


If I had my arms, I’d reach out to comfort her and usher her back from the black abyss spread before us. As children, I kept her alive through the destruction, signing us up for the Expedition and winning two tickets off Old Earth before it succumbed to hell. But can I save her now?


I send impulses through my brainwaves and into the ship. Bysme, do you hear me? 


Unlike her, I have one operating eye and can see the control chamber we hang from. Twisting my head, I search her features. Her skeletal face twitches. She writhes and the wires holding her in place stretch taut. I wonder what I’ve done to us, the shock of our disembodiment jolting me. Every input hole drilled into my skull snakes with activity. The ship surges through me, a vast intranet of information, names, status charts, and infinite trajectories. If I couldn’t feel the cold, regulated air on the remnants of my torso, I’d be lost in the machine too. I remind myself of our mission and the perseverance flows into my veins.
She doesn’t respond and the fear wells up from within me. 


Can I guide the ship alone? I realize I’ve left her at the helm for too long while I drifted into memories.


Status of Beta Prime? Bysme speaks in monotone computer speech as she turns to the corner of the main control deck where the orb glistens, tempting us with the mysteries hidden in the cosmic swirls within its core. Sometimes, I wish we’d blasted the ball off the hull after its tendrils attached to the outer frame instead of recovering it for study. We’ve guarded it for so long, Project Beta Prime has become part of us, yet we’re further than ever from unlocking its secrets. All I know is the insistence of my memories, like ghosts that refused to be ignored.


Unchanged. The weight of my voice in our mindspeak reflects my disappointment. Like everything else. Bys me falls silent, and I scan the systems searching for answers that aren’t there.

Aubrie’s Website
 http://www.authoraubrie.com/my-short-stories

Aubrie’s Blog
http://authoraubrie.blogspot.com/


  Well I would like to thank Miss Aubrie for being here and hope she has the best of luck with her book in the future.

Kristal McKerrington