Hello,
I woke up in a good mood today, I got the final edits of Project US. It will be my next novel and it is me returning to my Young Adult genre. I was also preparing my schedule to work on End of the Line 2. For giggles I sometimes google myself, it is a form of procrastination I will admit. I do not expect to be the next J.K. Rowling, but I have heard horror stories of other authors saying they find their work on pirating websites so I just like to keep an eye to see if I have hit that level.
I enjoyed seeing some people using my quotes on tumblr with cute pictures. I see quotes from Family Ties and End of the Line. I even saw a pinterest board named after one of the letters from Beneath the Scars. There were a couple other sites, pictures, and even some articles that have used my quotes. Honestly, I never thought that something like that would happen.
I came across a few sights that claimed that you could download my books for free if you signed up. I tried, but I didn't create a username/password so I only got so far. Then I came up to a discussion board. In this board there was a person asking how to download Beneath the Scars for free. It was nice to see a few people on the board talk about how they liked the book. There was one person suggesting a site to do so. Yet, there was only one person on the discussion board who stood up and said that's called pirating, and it's illegal. The person went on further saying how harmful it is for the author.
It is true I don't write for the money. However, I tend to put my books for a cheaper price. I tend to do a good amount of giveaways and made my ebooks free for libraries. I have also donated paperbacks a couple of times to libraries. I even post about how I need reviewers and that I'm giveaway free copies. It is one thing to think, okay I'm sure there are a few people getting free copies online, but to see it in writing is a little hurtful. The person also suggested borrowing from a friend. My friends and I would do that all the time in high school. There were a few books that six of us were rotating with. I have bought used copies of books when I am low on money.
So please...don't be a pirate go to your local library! Even if you have to contact the author. I know if someone asked me I'd see if their library has a copy, and if not I'd find them a deal or help them out.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Monday, July 13, 2015
Cover Revealing ~ Project US
Hello!
It's been a little bit since I have released a novel myself. However, I have one that is coming this August. This story is a touchy one for me, I'd been sitting on it for awhile, it was my go to story to work on when I had writer's block. Project US is based off a dream that I had when I was a freshman in high school. The dream had actual people in my high school, nope I'm not sharing names ;)
I remember coming home most days from high school and writing a chapter or two a day. I would post the chapters on my freewebs website that my friends all had a link to. I would get back feedback from my friends as I posted, and it might have spread around to other people in my grade as well. Oops! Over the years characters were put in, or taken out. I have completely changed the beginning and the ending. Yet, the characters Rachel and Nick have been a constant, and all of the emotions in this book. I would also say it is nice to wait this long and find out there is a genre called Romantic Suspense! I didn't know about that genre when I was in high school. These two hold a special place in my heart and I hope they do for others as well.
For now enjoy the cover reveal and the sample. Keep your eyes open because Project US will be released August 7, 2015!!
Rachel is used to being in control of her emotions, never letting anyone get close to the real her. Nick is exactly the kind of guy Rachel has been trying to avoid getting involved with. Yet, when their school arranges a mysterious project that puts them together, they soon become trapped in a marriage that turns out to be real and legally binding, and they aren’t the only ones.
While their parents try to get four hundred students out of these marriages with legal help, the teenagers must live in a compound with their respective spouses for the duration of the project. Being trapped together leaves no room for denials. As Nick begins to fall for Rachel, she does everything in her power to avoid his charms and protect her heart. All she wants is to get out of the marriage, but does she truly want out, or is she only lying to herself?
Scene:
"Look," he paused; locking eyes with her and his eyes were tensed seeming to be filled with such emotions. "I have never felt this way about a girl, and to be honest I didn't want to ever feel this way about anyone."
She felt his fingers interlacing with her as he took a step closer bringing the two to a point where they were almost touching.
"But, I love you," he whispered as his other hand brushed some of her dark hair out of her face, such a small gesture made her wonder if her heart would leap out of her chest.
The bus hit a bump causing my book to jump out of my hands and my friend Bridget next to me jolt back awake. Glaring I bent over to pick up my book from the floor. I didn't grow up with long road trips and this one with school toVirginia was
seriously killing me. Reading in
a car gave me a headache, but I was so beyond bored I decided to risk it. My
inner mind was as jittery as the characters from being stuck on this bus for so
long.
I swear bus drivers purposely choose to drive over the big bumps and pot holes at obnoxious speeds to be annoying," Bridget mumbled shifting in her seat in an attempt to fall back to sleep.
"I know the feeling," I answered not really paying attention to what my friend for years was saying.
Narrowing my eyes, I scanned the pages striving to find where I was in the book as I flipped through the pages.
I really needed to figure out where I left off! Just because it was unrealistic moment in the paperback didn't mean I shouldn't enjoy a book. It wasn’t the author’s fault that the guys in my grade sucked.
"Oh God, I know that scowl," Bridget spoke in an even tone as I started tossing through again looking for key words. "Romantic scene?"
"Yup," I replied keeping my voice short, making the 'p' pop.
"You really don't have to be so cynical about love," Bridget said and I raised an eyebrow at my friend.
Bridget was wearing a floor length, peasant style, black skirt. In addition to wearing one of her corsets, a white one with black lace designs on the front with cap short sleeves. Bridget had brown ringlets. Her hair had a little volume not that I could relate with my hair that had a slight wave to it, but mine was thin. Bridget was wearing her spider choker and matching dangling earrings. She had thick black eyeliner on almost in Egyptian style.
"But, but it's so much fun picking on the lovey dovey airheads in books," I faked a whine, batting my eyelashes at my friend.
"I really can't wait until you fall in love and I can poke you for all the details all the while laughing at you because I was right," Bridget verbally jabbed before starting to repeatedly diving her finger in and out of my shoulder.
"When that day happens, I'll allow you to drop a piano on my head," I muttered.
I started to finger-stab her back, giving up a second on searching for where I was in my book to get her back. We were fifteen years old in our sophomore year of high school, but we still had our childish moments. She and I still meander into the Disney store despite the stares that we might receive. We met in sixth grade, but really bonded in eighth grade homeroom when we became closer each day over the dumbest things.
"A piano would kill you, when would I be able to gloat with you dead?" she laughed.
"Love you too."
Bridget just grinned.
We were getting a little edgy, the class trip started very early in the morning before the sun had even started to peek into the sky and we were still not done driving from central New Jersey to Virginia. Morning wasn't any of our friends apparently…
"Man, why couldn't you and I be sharing a room?" I questioned, feeling my shoulders slump.
"I know, I really wonder who we're rooming with."
Leave it to school to turn a fun trip, a few days from classes into a project. The project was vague, 'something to teach us about working together so we can further understand the responsibility of adulthood'. Their words, not mine, my wording would be 'waste of time along with frustration of working with someone you wouldn't normally deal with'. I guess that actually could be the same wording for high school, no wonder they didn't use it. It was part of some new curriculum that the state wanted to test out on my grade. I really feel like my grade really gets all the new tests, new scheduling, added a section to the state test, and now this! We were just now taking our eighth grade trip because, the school delayed it for two years just for this project. Would two projects really be so bad?
"Think positively, maybe you'll get someone you really don't know."
I raised my eyebrow again.
"That won't take much, our grade is what, four hundred people?" I inquired thinking I really didn't care to know most of them.
Bridget shrugged, "Sounds about right."
"Aren't you worried about who you're working with?" I asked, trying to figure out if she was only as calm as she was because she was still waking up.
"Not everyone is as crazy curious as you are," she continued rubbing her eyes a little. "Did I mess up the eyes?"
I shook my head.
"I can't help it, I don't want to screw up a grade and that is a long time to work with someone."
"True, I'll worry about it when we cross that road."
I fused my eyebrows and my green eyes met her dark brown ones.
"Why can't you and I ever be calm at the same time?"
She smirked. "We balance each other out what can I say love."
I gave a light laugh. "Isn't that the truth."
An hour later our bus finally pulled up behind the other buses from our school at our hotel. The girls and boys were separated on the buses, which wasn't a detail that was presented onto us until people started to tell what their bus numbers were. Nick March, he and I have had classes together since kindergarten were talking about our bus numbers when the whole homeroom noticed the segregation of the sexes.
Nick March and I have an odd relationship and always have for as long as I can remember. We were school friends, talked when we had classes together, might say "Hi" in the halls, but never tried to hangout with each other outside of school. We were not on that level. Nick and I talk about whatever, school, movies, and random jokes or comments during class when we are near each other. This was a guy who saved me a swing once in kindergarten the day we met. He hung out with a slightly different crowd when we got to high school.
I've heard him in homeroom talking about the parties he's gone to, and having to sneak back into his house at God forsaken hours. That would never happen to me in my wildest dreams. I never really saw that side of him and I was more than okay with that. However I was pretty sure he wanted to wring my neck for trying to figure out what the project was. He was trying to push away the thought of doing more homework I knew it. We've worked enough together in class for me to know when he was trying to avoid school work.
Our two chaperons on our bus, Miss Barnes and Ms. Dixon finally seemed to remember the purpose to this trip as their discussion stopped. Miss Barnes was my English teacher who still had a very sweet childish face even though she was probably in her thirties. She had dark red hair that curled at her shoulders and freckles across her nose. She was fishing in her purse for something as Ms. Dixon my math teacher had her everlastingly formed glower on her face, a raised dark eyebrow towards Miss Barnes. Ms. Dixon had dark curly hair in a low pony tale that she wore every single day. Ms. Dixon unlike Miss Barnes did not have an endless supply of patience.
"Tell me you did not lose the room keys," Ms. Dixon spoke, her words direct, and sharp.
"I did not misplace the keys Ally. I just have a lot of stuff in my bag," Miss Barnes giggled. "Companies make bags so big these days. It's hard not to put a whole lot of stuff in them!"
Ms. Dixon didn't even crack a smile as Miss Barnes head bobbed left to right, probably humming to herself as she searched for the keys; she did that in class…
"Aha!" She wore a grand grin on her face as she held up the bundle of keys, Ms. Dixon stone face lacked the enthusiasm that Miss Barnes' had.
"Lovely, you can do your job." Ms. Dixon remarked.
Miss Barnes rolled her eyes, she did work with high school students after all. Understanding sarcasm was teaching 101. Comments never seemed to penetrate her optimism. "Was your sense of humor accidentally tossed out of the bus window? Live a little!" Miss Barnes stood up in the middle of the aisle. "Ladies! I'm about to pass out your keys so we can get the ball rolling. Make sure you listen to the directions very carefully and answer the room phones because you guys were not allowed to bring any electronics on the trip. Now, Laurie Doyle where are you?"
I turned my head taking a deep breath before letting it go slowly, in an attempt to calm my nerves from popping around like popcorn kernels in a microwave. I watched as the boys walked, jumped, and ran off their buses into the chaotic mess that was the mob of boys trying to get a hold of their belongings under the buses. I was truly not looking forward to pushing through people to grab my duffle bag. The crowd of males slowly dwindled as they were herded into the building.
It's been a little bit since I have released a novel myself. However, I have one that is coming this August. This story is a touchy one for me, I'd been sitting on it for awhile, it was my go to story to work on when I had writer's block. Project US is based off a dream that I had when I was a freshman in high school. The dream had actual people in my high school, nope I'm not sharing names ;)
I remember coming home most days from high school and writing a chapter or two a day. I would post the chapters on my freewebs website that my friends all had a link to. I would get back feedback from my friends as I posted, and it might have spread around to other people in my grade as well. Oops! Over the years characters were put in, or taken out. I have completely changed the beginning and the ending. Yet, the characters Rachel and Nick have been a constant, and all of the emotions in this book. I would also say it is nice to wait this long and find out there is a genre called Romantic Suspense! I didn't know about that genre when I was in high school. These two hold a special place in my heart and I hope they do for others as well.
For now enjoy the cover reveal and the sample. Keep your eyes open because Project US will be released August 7, 2015!!
Project
US
Rachel is used to being in control of her emotions, never letting anyone get close to the real her. Nick is exactly the kind of guy Rachel has been trying to avoid getting involved with. Yet, when their school arranges a mysterious project that puts them together, they soon become trapped in a marriage that turns out to be real and legally binding, and they aren’t the only ones.
While their parents try to get four hundred students out of these marriages with legal help, the teenagers must live in a compound with their respective spouses for the duration of the project. Being trapped together leaves no room for denials. As Nick begins to fall for Rachel, she does everything in her power to avoid his charms and protect her heart. All she wants is to get out of the marriage, but does she truly want out, or is she only lying to herself?
Scene:
1
Rachel
His fingers grazed hers bringing her
attention back up to those brown eyes that had become so familiar to her. The
air seemed to be stuck in her throat as she was trying to find the words to say
to him. This was the guy that she was finding herself to be in love with. She
was still in disbelief that this was actually happening to her. Butterflies
seemed to flutter every time he even glanced in her direction. His mere touch
seemed to turn her body aflame leaving her skin to tingle in the aftermath of
his fingers. These feelings inside of her were new, almost making her nervous
yet, happy.
"Look," he paused; locking eyes with her and his eyes were tensed seeming to be filled with such emotions. "I have never felt this way about a girl, and to be honest I didn't want to ever feel this way about anyone."
She felt his fingers interlacing with her as he took a step closer bringing the two to a point where they were almost touching.
"But, I love you," he whispered as his other hand brushed some of her dark hair out of her face, such a small gesture made her wonder if her heart would leap out of her chest.
Little by little, he slowly drew close
to her face. Her eyes drifted close as she could feel his lips about to grace
hers for the very first time stealing her breath away. Her heart started to
speed up as his lips started to timidly
The bus hit a bump causing my book to jump out of my hands and my friend Bridget next to me jolt back awake. Glaring I bent over to pick up my book from the floor. I didn't grow up with long road trips and this one with school to
I swear bus drivers purposely choose to drive over the big bumps and pot holes at obnoxious speeds to be annoying," Bridget mumbled shifting in her seat in an attempt to fall back to sleep.
"I know the feeling," I answered not really paying attention to what my friend for years was saying.
Narrowing my eyes, I scanned the pages striving to find where I was in the book as I flipped through the pages.
I really needed to figure out where I left off! Just because it was unrealistic moment in the paperback didn't mean I shouldn't enjoy a book. It wasn’t the author’s fault that the guys in my grade sucked.
"Oh God, I know that scowl," Bridget spoke in an even tone as I started tossing through again looking for key words. "Romantic scene?"
"Yup," I replied keeping my voice short, making the 'p' pop.
"You really don't have to be so cynical about love," Bridget said and I raised an eyebrow at my friend.
Bridget was wearing a floor length, peasant style, black skirt. In addition to wearing one of her corsets, a white one with black lace designs on the front with cap short sleeves. Bridget had brown ringlets. Her hair had a little volume not that I could relate with my hair that had a slight wave to it, but mine was thin. Bridget was wearing her spider choker and matching dangling earrings. She had thick black eyeliner on almost in Egyptian style.
"But, but it's so much fun picking on the lovey dovey airheads in books," I faked a whine, batting my eyelashes at my friend.
"I really can't wait until you fall in love and I can poke you for all the details all the while laughing at you because I was right," Bridget verbally jabbed before starting to repeatedly diving her finger in and out of my shoulder.
"When that day happens, I'll allow you to drop a piano on my head," I muttered.
I started to finger-stab her back, giving up a second on searching for where I was in my book to get her back. We were fifteen years old in our sophomore year of high school, but we still had our childish moments. She and I still meander into the Disney store despite the stares that we might receive. We met in sixth grade, but really bonded in eighth grade homeroom when we became closer each day over the dumbest things.
"A piano would kill you, when would I be able to gloat with you dead?" she laughed.
I smiled rolling my eyes.
"Love you too."
Bridget just grinned.
We were getting a little edgy, the class trip started very early in the morning before the sun had even started to peek into the sky and we were still not done driving from central New Jersey to Virginia. Morning wasn't any of our friends apparently…
"Man, why couldn't you and I be sharing a room?" I questioned, feeling my shoulders slump.
"I know, I really wonder who we're rooming with."
Leave it to school to turn a fun trip, a few days from classes into a project. The project was vague, 'something to teach us about working together so we can further understand the responsibility of adulthood'. Their words, not mine, my wording would be 'waste of time along with frustration of working with someone you wouldn't normally deal with'. I guess that actually could be the same wording for high school, no wonder they didn't use it. It was part of some new curriculum that the state wanted to test out on my grade. I really feel like my grade really gets all the new tests, new scheduling, added a section to the state test, and now this! We were just now taking our eighth grade trip because, the school delayed it for two years just for this project. Would two projects really be so bad?
We weren't really told much about the
project just that it'll start during the trip, we will have to work closely
with our partner, and that it'll last the whole school year. I really don't
know what jerk thought that up, but they really should be taken out back to
suffer. Possibly being tied to one of the uncomfortable desk chairs, with a
broken loud speaker stuck on, and to just top it off a just for show air conditioner
in August of New Jersey would be a good enough punishment for this person.
Leave it to Adams High to do a project all year. I always had such bad luck
with group work, they really were hell on earth.
"Think positively, maybe you'll get someone you really don't know."
I raised my eyebrow again.
"That won't take much, our grade is what, four hundred people?" I inquired thinking I really didn't care to know most of them.
Bridget shrugged, "Sounds about right."
"Aren't you worried about who you're working with?" I asked, trying to figure out if she was only as calm as she was because she was still waking up.
"Not everyone is as crazy curious as you are," she continued rubbing her eyes a little. "Did I mess up the eyes?"
I shook my head.
"I can't help it, I don't want to screw up a grade and that is a long time to work with someone."
"True, I'll worry about it when we cross that road."
I fused my eyebrows and my green eyes met her dark brown ones.
"Why can't you and I ever be calm at the same time?"
She smirked. "We balance each other out what can I say love."
I gave a light laugh. "Isn't that the truth."
An hour later our bus finally pulled up behind the other buses from our school at our hotel. The girls and boys were separated on the buses, which wasn't a detail that was presented onto us until people started to tell what their bus numbers were. Nick March, he and I have had classes together since kindergarten were talking about our bus numbers when the whole homeroom noticed the segregation of the sexes.
Nick March and I have an odd relationship and always have for as long as I can remember. We were school friends, talked when we had classes together, might say "Hi" in the halls, but never tried to hangout with each other outside of school. We were not on that level. Nick and I talk about whatever, school, movies, and random jokes or comments during class when we are near each other. This was a guy who saved me a swing once in kindergarten the day we met. He hung out with a slightly different crowd when we got to high school.
I've heard him in homeroom talking about the parties he's gone to, and having to sneak back into his house at God forsaken hours. That would never happen to me in my wildest dreams. I never really saw that side of him and I was more than okay with that. However I was pretty sure he wanted to wring my neck for trying to figure out what the project was. He was trying to push away the thought of doing more homework I knew it. We've worked enough together in class for me to know when he was trying to avoid school work.
Our two chaperons on our bus, Miss Barnes and Ms. Dixon finally seemed to remember the purpose to this trip as their discussion stopped. Miss Barnes was my English teacher who still had a very sweet childish face even though she was probably in her thirties. She had dark red hair that curled at her shoulders and freckles across her nose. She was fishing in her purse for something as Ms. Dixon my math teacher had her everlastingly formed glower on her face, a raised dark eyebrow towards Miss Barnes. Ms. Dixon had dark curly hair in a low pony tale that she wore every single day. Ms. Dixon unlike Miss Barnes did not have an endless supply of patience.
"Tell me you did not lose the room keys," Ms. Dixon spoke, her words direct, and sharp.
"I did not misplace the keys Ally. I just have a lot of stuff in my bag," Miss Barnes giggled. "Companies make bags so big these days. It's hard not to put a whole lot of stuff in them!"
Ms. Dixon didn't even crack a smile as Miss Barnes head bobbed left to right, probably humming to herself as she searched for the keys; she did that in class…
"Aha!" She wore a grand grin on her face as she held up the bundle of keys, Ms. Dixon stone face lacked the enthusiasm that Miss Barnes' had.
"Lovely, you can do your job." Ms. Dixon remarked.
Miss Barnes rolled her eyes, she did work with high school students after all. Understanding sarcasm was teaching 101. Comments never seemed to penetrate her optimism. "Was your sense of humor accidentally tossed out of the bus window? Live a little!" Miss Barnes stood up in the middle of the aisle. "Ladies! I'm about to pass out your keys so we can get the ball rolling. Make sure you listen to the directions very carefully and answer the room phones because you guys were not allowed to bring any electronics on the trip. Now, Laurie Doyle where are you?"
I turned my head taking a deep breath before letting it go slowly, in an attempt to calm my nerves from popping around like popcorn kernels in a microwave. I watched as the boys walked, jumped, and ran off their buses into the chaotic mess that was the mob of boys trying to get a hold of their belongings under the buses. I was truly not looking forward to pushing through people to grab my duffle bag. The crowd of males slowly dwindled as they were herded into the building.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Bloggers needed!
Hello!
Project US is my upcoming Young Adult novel! I wrote it back in high school. I am going to be needing some bloggers to do cover revealings, and other postings. If you would like to participate I would greatly appreciate it! There will be a cover revealing within a week. I love doing revealings for authors I think they are a lot of fun. Please help me do the same. I will be looking for people to do early reviews of the book as well. If you have time or are interested in doing cover revealings/reviews for a Romantic Suspense - Young Adult. Please comment on here or email me at ottilieweber (at) gmail (dot) com.
Happy Readings,
Ottilie
Project US is my upcoming Young Adult novel! I wrote it back in high school. I am going to be needing some bloggers to do cover revealings, and other postings. If you would like to participate I would greatly appreciate it! There will be a cover revealing within a week. I love doing revealings for authors I think they are a lot of fun. Please help me do the same. I will be looking for people to do early reviews of the book as well. If you have time or are interested in doing cover revealings/reviews for a Romantic Suspense - Young Adult. Please comment on here or email me at ottilieweber (at) gmail (dot) com.
Happy Readings,
Ottilie
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Road Block
Hello,
I would've named this post writer's block, but it isn't just a mental block on writing. Sometimes it's an emotional block or for me I know work can clog my brain from everything else. For me I also have to take breaks from a story and start fresh with a story. I'm probably rambling because it is a little personal for one of the reasons why I am hesitant to work with one story and I'm debating on if I should even talk about it even as I am writing this.
I've been writing erratically with a couple of stories as I continued my first year writing. I'm in a new state, living by myself, and trying to figure out the ropes my first year. Some of those stories include, the third installment in my werewolf story, A Pirates Life for Me, Walking a Thin Line, Going Rogue, Project US, and Call for Help. Sequels I swear are my Achilles Heel. Walking a Thin Line I figured out the ending, I have it outlined and have been working on it in bits the past two weeks. I kept having to take breaks because there was a couple different ways I wanted to take that story and I was overthinking parts.
However, that's not the story that I wanted to talk about. Beneath the Scars and End of the Line are my top two stories. They go back and forth depending on when I look. Beneath the Scars I already have a rough outline for it to be a trilogy. Riley and Eponine will be in all of the books because well, who doesn't love Riley? However, the other books will follow some of the other men in Riley's troop when he had his accident. Should I be giving away spoilers like this? I hope not!
In Call for Help one of the main characters deals with cancer. I have been working on this story too in stages. However, I'm actually a little nervous to work on the story. That sounds probably immature and dumb as I am sure most of this post does. A little over a week ago I found out one of my best friends has cancer. He and I met in college and worked together at the same recreation center/gym. We don't always get to talk as much as we do, but when we see each other there's no stopping the conversations. I guess that's what you get for putting two teachers together in the same room in their free time. He's like my big brother. I was in shock when he told me.
Even though it's been over a week it still isn't sinking in. I can't imagine what him and his wife must be going through. He and I have talked on the phone and via text message a couple of times since then, but it isn't sinking in. I can admit that he has cancer, but the idea of what he is going through seems surreal. It seems like just the other day we were at work talking about Family Guy. I don't know if working on this story will be too close to home, making me face the fact that my friend indeed has cancer. The doctors caught it early for him and I'm staying positive. I'm hoping that me loving this story helps me stop being a baby and move past it to write. So sorry that this story will not be done as soon as I had planned...
~Ottilie
I would've named this post writer's block, but it isn't just a mental block on writing. Sometimes it's an emotional block or for me I know work can clog my brain from everything else. For me I also have to take breaks from a story and start fresh with a story. I'm probably rambling because it is a little personal for one of the reasons why I am hesitant to work with one story and I'm debating on if I should even talk about it even as I am writing this.
I've been writing erratically with a couple of stories as I continued my first year writing. I'm in a new state, living by myself, and trying to figure out the ropes my first year. Some of those stories include, the third installment in my werewolf story, A Pirates Life for Me, Walking a Thin Line, Going Rogue, Project US, and Call for Help. Sequels I swear are my Achilles Heel. Walking a Thin Line I figured out the ending, I have it outlined and have been working on it in bits the past two weeks. I kept having to take breaks because there was a couple different ways I wanted to take that story and I was overthinking parts.
However, that's not the story that I wanted to talk about. Beneath the Scars and End of the Line are my top two stories. They go back and forth depending on when I look. Beneath the Scars I already have a rough outline for it to be a trilogy. Riley and Eponine will be in all of the books because well, who doesn't love Riley? However, the other books will follow some of the other men in Riley's troop when he had his accident. Should I be giving away spoilers like this? I hope not!
In Call for Help one of the main characters deals with cancer. I have been working on this story too in stages. However, I'm actually a little nervous to work on the story. That sounds probably immature and dumb as I am sure most of this post does. A little over a week ago I found out one of my best friends has cancer. He and I met in college and worked together at the same recreation center/gym. We don't always get to talk as much as we do, but when we see each other there's no stopping the conversations. I guess that's what you get for putting two teachers together in the same room in their free time. He's like my big brother. I was in shock when he told me.
Even though it's been over a week it still isn't sinking in. I can't imagine what him and his wife must be going through. He and I have talked on the phone and via text message a couple of times since then, but it isn't sinking in. I can admit that he has cancer, but the idea of what he is going through seems surreal. It seems like just the other day we were at work talking about Family Guy. I don't know if working on this story will be too close to home, making me face the fact that my friend indeed has cancer. The doctors caught it early for him and I'm staying positive. I'm hoping that me loving this story helps me stop being a baby and move past it to write. So sorry that this story will not be done as soon as I had planned...
~Ottilie
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
Cover Reveal ~ Back in the Game Diana Nixon
Hello!
I am lucky enough to be part of the cover revealing for Diana Nixon for the third installment of her series!I hope you all enjoy! It will be released one week from today!
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I am lucky enough to be part of the cover revealing for Diana Nixon for the third installment of her series!I hope you all enjoy! It will be released one week from today!
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Back in the Game (Checkmate Series, Book # 3)
by DIANA NIXON
COMING JUNE 2015
Cover Design by Amina Black
Book Blurb:
Everyone knows that Aaron Blake is not the marriage type. He doesn’t do romance. He loves dirty games and women, but most of all, he loves his work. The day Josseline Altier becomes his personal assistant his priorities come crashing down, turning his well-planned life into a complete disaster. She’s uncontrollable and too self-assured for her young age. She’s not going to follow anyone’s orders, especially if they come from a man whose shameless eyes don’t miss a single chance to slide down her curves.
But one day, everything changes. One accidental picture in a morning newspaper will force Aaron and Josseline to make a decision, the consequences of which neither of them is ready to deal with.
It was supposed to be just a false romance, a pretense to spark the rumors. But nothing can stop the fire of irresistible attraction burning in their eyes.
One look, one touch, one kiss…
How far the game will go?
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Author BIO:
Diana Nixon is a bestselling author of Nevermore Press. She was born in Minsk, Belarus. She has a Master of Law Degree and speaks several foreign languages, including English, Spanish and Polish. Diana's writing career started with a fantasy novel, named Love Lines. For now, Diana has 11 published books, including one short story and a book of poems.
Official page: http://diananixon.blogspot.
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With best wishes
Diana Nixon
International Bestselling Author of contemporary and paranormal romances
Official page: http://www.diananixon.
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Friday, May 8, 2015
New Relase ~ Whispers in the Woods
Hello!
Today marks the release of Whispers in the Woods, which is the sequel to Shadows from the Past. These two novellas are part of the Mistakes series. I take you into the world of werewolves. Whispers in the Woods does not need to be read second, but it is recommended.
Today marks the release of Whispers in the Woods, which is the sequel to Shadows from the Past. These two novellas are part of the Mistakes series. I take you into the world of werewolves. Whispers in the Woods does not need to be read second, but it is recommended.
Whispers in the Woods
May 8, 2015
Novella
The ranks are being questioned in the shadows. No one is truly safe. Kylie is unsure of herself as she doesn't know what she wants to do with her life. However, one trip into the woods will drag her into a war.
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Going Rogue, coming near you?
Hello!
Awhile ago I wrote a little blog series titled Going Rogue. It was Aaron's time away during End of the Line. After it was done I put the whole thing up on Wattpad. I am considering putting it up on Smashwords so that it can be read on e-readers, but I would still make it free because well it is still on my blog. Who would pay for something that was already free on my blog? Exactly, craziness. So keep your eyes out for Going Rogue for all e-readers!
That being said just a reminder Whispers in the Woods is now available for pre-orders!
Amazon
Smashwords
BN
Awhile ago I wrote a little blog series titled Going Rogue. It was Aaron's time away during End of the Line. After it was done I put the whole thing up on Wattpad. I am considering putting it up on Smashwords so that it can be read on e-readers, but I would still make it free because well it is still on my blog. Who would pay for something that was already free on my blog? Exactly, craziness. So keep your eyes out for Going Rogue for all e-readers!
That being said just a reminder Whispers in the Woods is now available for pre-orders!
Amazon
Smashwords
BN
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