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99 cent sale

Only three days left to get in on my 99 cent Labor Day weekend book sale!

A Girl Named Cord is only on sale through Monday, and after that, the price returns to $2.99 so hurry before this offer ends!

Buy it here: http://www.amazon.com/A-Girl-Named-Cord-ebook/dp/B00E91QL7W/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1375371493&sr=8-2&keywords=a+girl+named+cord

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Sale starts now!

A Girl Named Cord is now on sale!!!

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Buy here: http://www.amazon.com/A-Girl-Named-Cord-ebook/dp/B00E91QL7W/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1375371493&sr=8-2&keywords=a+girl+named+cord

The sale only lasts until Labor Day (9-2-2013) so get your copy for 99 cents while you can!!!

“A heartwarming story of a young woman trying to survive in the west of the late 1800’s. Briana Vested does a wonderful job of telling this dusty tale filled with action, drama, and romance, not necessarily in that order. This doesn’t happen often to me, but once I got to know Cord and the rest of her great cast of characters, I had a hard time putting this book down.”

blogger spotlight

The blogger I’m spotlighting today is the very talented poet, Dom DiFrancesco from over at http://blackandwrite.wordpress.com/

 

Here’s a few examples of his awesome, inspirational work. Stop by and follow his blog if you haven’t already!

http://blackandwrite.wordpress.com/2013/08/22/tired-eyes-a-tanka/

http://blackandwrite.wordpress.com/2013/08/21/sitting-in-judgement-a-tanka/

http://blackandwrite.wordpress.com/2013/08/18/storms-stage-a-haiku/

The Billy the Kid and D Files, Part 3

They were found on a roadside, deep in the Nevada desert. Part of a cache of documents obviously intended for a secure location, the files have been kept secret until today. Their earth-shattering contents will amaze, possibly frighten and answer the question: what happens when an infamous Old West gunslinger and a centuries-old time-travelling Druid meet up?

 Chaos. Card games. Drinking. And chaos.

Part 3: Cheers

D: Greetings on this lovely day! How is everyone!

Billy: D! Good to see you, pal! Goin’ great here! How in the heck are you?

D: Just grand, Billy. For once, I can say there is nothing wrong in my world (even A is behaving herself)!

Billy: This calls for a celebration! I don’t usually drink, but when the occasion calls for it…

Angel: Billy?

Billy: Yes?

Angel: Keep in mind that you’re talking to a real Irishman. He’d drink you under the table.

D: Ma’am, I am a Druid – I only drink when the rituals of my people call for it . . . of if my clan is celebrating a feast day. . . or if we’ve just won a great battle and are mourning the loss of our friends. . . or. . . Well, it’s been a while, Angel. I’m fairly certain Billy and I are evenly matched!!

Angel: In that case, I’ll go get the whiskey.

D: Billy – she’s a right keeper, that woman is! Angel in name and deed!

Billy: Yessir! Never met better. And beautiful to boot!

D: That’s a splendid combination! Will you lead us in the toast, Billy?

Billy: It would be my pleasure! Here’s to true friendship and never ending love! And my new best pal, D. Cheers!

Angel: Cheers!

D: Cheers – Sláinte . To your health, Billy and to your beauty, Angel!

Billy: Thanks D! Have another round! Sláinte !

Angel: You are really too kind, D. And no more for me, Billy.

D: Indeed – Cheers – to the wild men of the west, may they live on forever!

Billy: And to the free druids! May they be reunited with their lost loves and forever be victorious in battle!

D: Sláinte – Thank you, Billy! What do you say to that game we talked about earlier? Want to play a hand or two?

Billy: I’m in!

Angel: Oh no, now he’s going to be drunk and dirt poor. Billy, do remember that you’re playing against a friend. Give me your pistol.

D: Ma’am, it’s likely we’ll both be drunk and poor! And Billy, i haven’t a pistol, but I gladly surrender my long sword and the ceremonial dagger at my belt.

Angel: At least then it will be fair. And you can keep your sword and knife. Later I’ll call you out and see how good you are with that knife.

D: Trained with it since I was a lad of 3, ma’am. My father’s cousin was the clan man-at-arms and trained us all in the arts of war.

Angel: Then you are far too skilled for me. Richard started teaching me when I was eighteen, but before he died, he told me I was very good.

D: Oooh,I sense a story here – who is Richard? I have no doubt that you are very skilled. And in the state Billy and I could be in, you’d probably take me down easily!

Angel: Richard was my friend. He worked for the same man as Billy and I did. He became the closest thing to a brother I ever had. But then the war came and our boss was murdered. Richard led us into battle against those bad men. Then one day, he was gunned down. I was there with him as he took his last breath. I still have his knife. It is my most treasured possession.

D: Miss Angel, you give me the shivers. I’m sorry for your loss – it’s hard to lay to rest a man such as that. His memory lives on in you, and I think you do him proud.

Angel: The hardest part was, I didn’t even get to be there at his funeral. His killer wanted me dead, and Billy made me run away.

Billy: it was for the best, love.

D: I would have to agree. Sometimes we have to run in order to live and fight another day. I’ve run in my time. I’m not proud of it, but I’ve always ended up stronger for the fight to come.

Angel: I appreciate your kind words, D. You make me feel like what I did was not wrong. Thank you. Okay, now I think I need another drink.

Billy: Thanks D. I’ve been trying to tell her that for years.

D: We’ll raise a toast to you, Angel – a toast to living – to honoring those who have fallen.

Sometimes we just need to hear it from someone who isn’t as close to it as we are! I’m sure there is many a thing I’ve only come to understand now that my elders and friends tried to teach me long ago!

Angel: Sláinte ! Thank you, my friend.

Billy: Sláinte ! Say, D? I’m not sure if I can play cards anymore. I might have had a little too much……..

Angel: Billy? Hahahah! He passed out! I told him you’d drink him under the table, D!

D: Sláinte  – whoa, missed the chair! Hey Billy. . . what are you doing on the floor buddy. . . ?

Um . . . it looks nice and cool down there, Angel. . . I think I might. . . zzzzzzzzzzzzz……..

Angel: A? Briana? Little help? Please?

A: Oh boy. . . God, he had to be a big hulking Scot, didn’t he? Oof. . . he’s heavy. D! Yo! D! Wake up!

D: (Slurring) I’s a Pict, lady. . .

Brian: Billy! Come on! Get up! Rise and shine! Anyone have any ice water around?

A: Oh, please, Angel. Say you do. I will pay you to have ice water around.

Angel: It will be my pleasure, A. No money required. I’ve wanted to do this for years! But he always wore his gun and I didn’t want to get it wet…

A: Angel, you’re a life saver!! I can understand your restraint, but splash away, please!

Angel: Lovely. Watch out ladies!

Billy: Jiminy Christmas! What in the-?

D: Oh by the gods, that’s cold! Oh, A – Angel – Briana – how could you?! *shiver* Gods…

Billy, I don’t care what they say – women are most certainly tougher than men – meaner too. I think I have an ice cube lodged in my robe…

Billy: Darn womenfolk! Can’t live with ‘em and can’t live without ‘em! Come on D, let’s go find a towel or something!

D: Too right, Billy. I’m with you – see you, “ladies.”

Angel: Ta Ta.

Briana: Bye, guys.

A: Cheers, D. Bye Billy.

Billy: *frown* I guess that’s just tough love, D.

D: I suppose. I just wish they’d wipe those smiles from their faces!

Billy: If they smile any bigger, their jaws are going to dislocate theirselves.

D: Bloody harpies . . . no disrespect to Angel, of course. It’s just the glee. . . that’s what really gets to me.

Billy: Naw, look at her! Angel planned this! She’s laughing the hardest! Look, she’s crying!

Briana: You deserved it, Billy. She warned you.

Billy: I thought you said you’d let us men talk!

Briana: Angel needed help.

A: And you always deserve it, D. I was just happy to help!

Billy: Angel can take care of herself! Who put her up to the ice water?

Eh? She thought of it on her own, didn’t she?

A: *whistles* Um I’m pretty sure it was all of us… Sure. All of us.

D: Bloody woman.

Briana: Actually, I suggested it, but A was already thinking it. Angel just happened to have the ice on hand.

Billy: I give up. Let’s go find something to eat. Know of any diners that sell steak, baked potatoes, beans, and coffee at this hour? Apple pie would be good, too.

D: Collaborators. *Sigh* I think I know of a place. That child A purports to have raised eats well enough. Come with me. I’ll take you to a diner called Gus’ Drive-In. You like cars?

Billy: Cars? What’s that? Like horses?

Briana: More or less…

Billy: I’m not talking to you right now, Briana!

Briana: Actually, you just talked to me.

Billy: Confound it all! Let’s go, D!

D: Fancy horses, Billy – they’re the most marvelous things! See ya, ladies!

Billy: Sounds good! I had a real nice racehorse, once. Adios, girls!

Read more about D and A on their blog, http://dadialogues.wordpress.com/ 

Read Part 1 of the Billy the Kid and D Files.

Read Part 2 of the Billy the Kid and D Files.

Wondering how D and Billy met? It all started when A decided to go on hiatus

Squirrels: This Time It’s Personal (part 14)

This is the next installment from the epic Community Storyboard’s Chain Story Event!!!

Continued from Linda, thank you ma’am!

While Aragorn headed for the powder room, Pantene in hand, Gandalf took up his cellular phone and speed-dialed the last person he ever wanted to see again.

“Hello?” Answered the sing-songy voice.

“Edwina, I’m going to need your help.” Gandalf spit out the words, cursing himself the whole while.

“Be right over, Sweetums.” Edwina chirped.

“Just great…” Gandalf sighed as he powered off the phone. He’d vowed never to speak to that woman again, much less ask her for help. But, drastic times call for drastic measures. She was just the thing, er, person, for the job.

Not ten minutes had passed before the slender blond dressed all in pink, wearing a ten gallon hat on her head and a bedazzled belt around her waist, appeared in the entryway.  “Hello, Ganny dear.” She cooed.

“Hello, Edwina.”

“To what do I own the pleasure of your call? I vaguely remember you saying you’d rather die than speak to me again.”

Gandalf struggled to keep from shouting. “I need help.”

“You always have. I still think a psychiatric ward is in order, but as I no longer have power of attorney…”

Face turning red to purple from the withheld rage, Gandalf eyes bulged slightly as he struggled to continue. “Seems your old buddy McAdams went and got herself killed. That sapheaded partner of hers is dead, too, but it seems as though our dear king-to-be gave him a secret mission-”

“Aragorn is here? I thought I heard singing.” Edwina took a few steps further into the house, studying the mess around her. “Lovely. You need a house keeper. This bloody place is in shambles.”

“Enough! That’s it! I called on you because I have no other options. I’m at the end of my rope! Those blasted goddess-serving squirrels are going to take over the world if we can’t find that waitress! Aragorn and myself have decided to venture into Fangorn Forest to see if we can’t rescue the poor girl. But we need McAdams.”

“I’m hurt, Ganny. All you ever do is send me on suicide missions.” Edwina stuck out her bottom lip and crossed her arms in a pouty fashion, tapping her toe impatiently.

“This is no suicide mission! And that trip to Cairo would have been either, if you hadn’t dropped by that tea house! I told you to–never mind. We need her shoe.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“McAdams was vaporized, and the only hope of bringing her back is if we get her shoe. One was vaporized along with her, but one of her heels must be around somewhere. Heaven’s knows its about time those gaudy shoes came in handy for something. So, can you or can you not find it?”

“If you must ask, you don’t know me very well.” Edwina smirked, taking off her hat and laying it on the sofa. “Take care of that. I’ll be back for it.” She says as she slips off her belt and coils it beside the Stetson.

Edwina steps out the door, smiling over her shoulder, “Wish me luck.”

“Never.” Gandalf mumbles.

“I can smell that high-heel already! Caught in a gutter, right out side the smoke easy, I believe. Stupid girl, I’ll have to teach her about proper foot attire…” Shaking with suppressed laughter, Edwina begins to transform. Her ears become pointier, her nose longer, her teeth larger, until her head no longer looks human, but like that of a wolf. Her body twists and arches on the ground as her limbs change size and shape. When the transformation is at least compete, Werewolf-ish Edwina winks at Gandolf and bounds away, just as Aragorn emerges from the powder room.

“Well my boy, don’t stand about staring into space! We must be going!” He chirps merrily, running his fingers through his long, chestnut hair.

Gandolf sighs and turned to walk out the door. But he stops mid-step, turns back around and snatches up Edwina’s hat, tossing it carelessly into the fireplace. “That’s for siding with that goddess sister of yours last time…” he mumbles before striding out into the night.

And this story shall be continued by….Rarasaur!

The Cowboy Crew

Aboard a ship set for the sea,

A crew of cowboys were shanghaied.

Taken away from their ponies, their loves, and from all land to see.

 

No easy spirit to tame, the cowboys did not bend.

To whip and chain were they submitted.

Finally to the plank, did the captain send.

 

Never to waver, brave and strong,

the cowboy crew lined up on deck.

Willingly, they did leap, and met their death during the mermaid’s last song.