I just spent the morning putting up my new web page. What do you think?
On other notes, I am really not good at this whole blogging thing. If you want to keep up with what I am doing check out my Facebook page @joymosby.
To be honest I’m not very good at posting on there either, I’m just too busy writing.
Thanks for visiting my page! Now back to work on Hunted by Vampires.
September 17, 2017
No I have not fallen off the face of the earth! I know it may feel like it but I have been busy.
I had both Found by Vampires and Trained by Vampires professionally edited.
My exciting new is that I am working on a new series that will be geared toward young adults, but will be suitable for adult reading. It is with my beta readers now. I am aiming for a November-December release date. I will keep you updated on the progress as soon as I have it!
I started working on the first re-write for Asteria’s Daughter 3 (I still can’t decide on a title). I am hoping for a late December early January release. I have also started on Asteria’s Daughter book 4! So while I have been a complete slacker on my blog and social media I have been working on new stuff for you all to read and enjoy!
I would love to hear from you! Please comment or drop me a line on my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/joymosby81625
I am not good at this whole blogging thing. Bear with me!
I love summer, it is my favorite three month period of the year, but it seems like every year I try and pack in more stuff then the last. I feel like I have had little to no down time, and even less time to write. Camping, boating, fishing, golfing, all stuff I love to do in the summer, but I would like a good reason to hang out on my deck listen to music and write. I need to enjoy the weather while it lasts, the cold weather will be here before I am ready. In the winter I can sit inside write, edit, and maybe clean the house.
I have not been a total slacker this summer. The rough draft of the Third Asteria’s Daughter Series is done! It is hibernating right now. I am currently working on the second draft of a new Young Adults book. I think it is going to be a fun read. It will be something my nieces will like. Another strong female character, but with teenage romance .
Hope everyone is having a great summer! I will try and post again soon.
As soon as I opened the door to the garage level I heard the voices from the bathroom. I ducked behind the closest car and walked in a crouch as quietly as I could toward their voices, glad I had my new soft soled running shoes on and not flip-flops. When I thought I was close enough, I pulled my head up by the rear window of the car I was crouched in front of. My thighs were screaming at me from crouching, but I was going to have to use stealth to get my bag back.
I looked around and saw the women one car over and one car up. They had the trunk popped on the car, and I saw my bag sitting open in it. They were going through it with their backs to me. What was I going to do? How was I going to get it back?
I carefully pulled my laptop case around my body trying not to make any noise, and dug around until I found the new multi-tool I bought earlier in the day. I pulled the biggest knife out and closed the tool making a handle. I wasn’t sure what I planned on doing with it, but it was the only weapon I had. I didn’t want to hurt them, I just wanted my stuff back.
I stayed crouched behind the car trying to decide what to do. Time was running out. What if they shut the trunk when they saw me? It would be nearly impossible to get the keys away from them. I would have to go with my gut.
I stood up and walked over to them, trying to act friendly with my knife hand behind my back. “Hi, I was wondering if you could help me. . .” I trailed off as they turned to look at me.
The one closest to me was about my height with long bleached yellow hair. She was paper thin like she never ate enough. The other one was short with a brown bob and at least twenty pounds overweight. I could take the smaller one, but the bigger one would be harder. She looked like a fighter.
“What do you want?” The yellow haired one asked in a zippy accent. She turned to face me, planted her feet shoulder width apart and put her hands on her hips trying to hide the contents of the trunk. The other woman turned to the side of the car blocking that view as well.
“Funny thing happened to me in the bathroom,” I said continuing to make my way to them. “Two women came in while I was in the stall and took my suitcase from under the door. I thought they were just watching it for me, but when I came out I couldn’t find them.” I stopped less than two feet from the blond one. “Can I please have my stuff back?”
“What are you talking about? I do not understand you.” She folded her arms in front of her chest. “Go away.”
“You,” I said slowly pointing at her. “Took. My. Suitcase. Give. It. Back.”
“Why? You are rich American; you can buy more stuff.”
“Yeah,” the other one chimed in folding her arms to match her partner.
I looked back and forth between them. I didn’t want to threaten them, but I had to do something. It was my stuff, and I was tired of losing my stuff. I pulled my hand from behind my back and showed them the knife. “I don’t want to have to use this, but I will if I have too.” I brought the blade to my eyelevel and made a show of inspecting it.
They both tried to take a step back, but they were against the car with nowhere to go. The yellow haired one stood up straight and put her hands back on her hips. “You’re not going to do anything. You will go to jail.”
“You know; I’ve had a long week. I broke up with my boyfriend, lived out of a tent, suffered from horrible headaches, and broke someone’s finger, nose and jaw. Don’t worry they were all different people. I have been betrayed, hunted, and saved. Now you bitches stole from me. I’m so tired of people telling me what I can and can’t do. The last thing I’m going to do is walk away like nothing happened.” I took a half step closer to them. “This is your last chance. Put all my stuff back in my bag and give it back or this is going to get messy.” I put the tip of the knife in my mouth pretending I was thinking about which one I would cut first.
“You won’t do anything,” the fighter said and moved to punch me in the face. I ducked, and with my hand around the base of the multi-tool, I slammed my fist into her gut. I moved to the side as she gasped for air and hit the ground face first.
The yellow haired woman was slowly moving toward the front of the car with her hands up. “You killed her,” she cried. Tears were running down her cheeks.
“I did not.” I rolled my eyes, showing her the blood free knife. “I punched her. Now I’m going to take my stuff back, and if I ever see you again I’m going to call the police. Do you understand?”
“You didn’t knife her?” She looked at her friend who was starting to wiggle around on the ground.
“No, I didn’t see the point.” I went to the trunk and shoved all of my stuff back into the suitcase. It looked like everything was there. Even if a few things didn’t make it, I didn’t care. I just wanted to take what I could and get away from them.
“I suggest you come up with a better way to make a living.” I lifted my suitcase from the trunk to the ground, pulled up the handle and made my way to the stairwell.
I made it up one flight of stairs before I stopped, bent over, put my head between my knees and completely freaked out. I couldn’t believe I had just taken on two criminals and won. I was proud of myself. A few weeks ago I would’ve gone to the authorities, reported my suitcase missing, and hoped for the best. My trip would have been ruined. I wasn’t going to let anyone take advantage of me ever again. It was still scary as hell, but it was worth the adrenalin rush.
Sorry everyone, I have been slacking on my blog lately. It has been a busy month but I have good news to report!
I just finished making edits to Trained By Vampires after my beta reader returned her copy of the book to me!
I will be ordering my proof next week!
If all goes well (cross your fingers) I will be releasing the book by the end of the June.
May 9, 2017
I did not get much writing done over the weekend.
I had a girl’s day on Saturday, we got pedicures and lunch. We thought we needed a day without the guys, at lunch we decided we need at least a weekend without them.
The weather on Sunday dictated that I must do what I call Spring Cleanup. This involves putting the shoves and sleds away (yes I do not have any kids but I have a bunch of sleds. What can I say? I’m a kid at heart), clean the mess left by my barn cats and start a major landscaping project.
I even mowed the lawn, typically I don’t even think about getting the mower out until June but my patchy lawn was so long in places it was diving me up the wall. It looks good and I’m happy to report that my 3 year old lilacs made it through another cold as hell winter and are beginning to leaf out.
Hubby had to work all weekend so I was on my own and have a sunburnt back to prove it. I tried to use the spray on sunscreen to cover my back but it didn’t work very well based on the pain coming from my back.
The sooner I get the yard work done the sooner we can play this summer. Procrastination now will mean missing my favorite time of year so the writing must wait.
Asteria stretched after a long sleep. She should feel refreshed but she felt sleepy and sluggish. Where were her followers? They should be building her power, not weakening it.
She sent her essence out into the world to see what was going on. There was a new cult taking root in both the Greek and Roman cultures. It was built on the basis of Hebrew’s monotheism, something about the son of God making an appearance and promising to forgive all sins. Asteria shook her head in disgust. That would be a lot of work for one god, but when she looked for her creations, her blood drinkers, she found that many of them were following this new religion.
Where was Tadeas? He should be teaching the new disciples her ways not letting them fall for Christianity and their one god theory. She looked for him everywhere but he was nowhere to be found. Did the first of her creation finally take a trip on the river Stix?
She had to do something to regain her power and bring her vampires back to her. She had never spoken to any of the vampires that Tadeas had created, only him. Now that he was gone she was going to have to reach out to her people. She pondered long and hard on the best way to do it. Taking a page from Christianity she would bring a daughter into the world that would bring all of her creations back to her bosom.
To create a half mortal daughter, she was going to need more power then she currently had. She could only think of one way to generate enough power, give her vampires a hint of what was to come. She sent them a prophecy detailing who and why she would send a daughter to them.
The prophecy helped, it not generate as much power as she hoped but it would be enough. There was a buzz in the ears of her creations. What she had not planned on was the amount of time that it would take to transform herself into human form.
Miguel stood on the balcony looking down at the hordes of humans gyrating against each other in the hot and sweaty bar below. He stifled a yawn, and pondered why they found such an inferior activity so entertaining. It was a very human thing to do, a way to forget about their petty problems and have a good time. He had nothing to complain about, he owned most of the city, and he had a retinue of followers that were ready and mostly willing to do his bidding. He was the patron of the city, the unspoken king, it had taken over a hundred years to get where he was today, and a year ago he would have said that it was worth it. Tonight though, he was bored. He was tired of waiting for the prophecy to become reality. He had been ready for years, he was anxious to begin his real reign and bring Europe to its knees before him. In the back of his mind though, there was always an uneasiness that someone else would discover ‘The One’ first.
He spent years studying the prophecy and the tapestry. All of the signs pointed to San Sebastian, but there were other bays on the east coast of the Atlantic that the text could have been talking about. What if he had missed it? He scowled and shook off the thought. This had to be the place, he needed to have patience and diligence, the reward would be worth it.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply trying to find someone to have for dinner. The bar smelled as it normally did of sex, alcohol, smoke, a few drugs, and something else. Something that he had never smelled before. It was like blooming lilacs and female, delicious. He opened his eyes and followed his nose looking for the source. He watched the door on the women’s restroom close and the smell faded with it. She must be inside, he thought.
“Master,” a voice behind him said.
“Vince, what can I do for you?” He asked not bothering to turn and look at his underling but keeping his eyes on the bathroom door.
“Everything for the finale of the film festival has been set,” Vince said with his head bowed in supplication. “It will be the same as last year at Castillo de la Mota, I have the big box set up for your entourage.”
“Very well,” Miguel said only half listening. “Was there anything else Vince?”
“There has been talk that the prophecy has been confirmed on the Ivory Coast,” Vince said stepping up to the railing next to his master and catching a whiff of the distinctive smell.
“That is interesting,” Miguel said barely stiffening at the remark. He was sure that there must be some mistake. He would call his sister as soon as found the source of the amazing smell. “I am sure that it is nothing. I will look into it. Thank you for keeping me up to date on the situation.” He froze as the air became saturated with the smell of the female leaving the ladies room. “If you will excuse me. I think that I have found my dinner for the evening.” Miguel dismissed Vince with a half wave of his hand, not taking his eyes off the female making her way back to the dance floor.
Vince’s nostrils flared zeroing in on the female and taking a step back. “Enjoy Miguel.”
Miguel watched the female with short dark hair make her way through the crowd. The cut fit her heart shaped face and when she glanced around he caught a glimpse of her ice blue eyes. He was surprised that he was able to make them out in the smoke darkened club. They must be electric under normal light. Her skin was an olive color, but he thought that most of that had come from the sun. Under her spaghetti strap red tank top and short black skirt, he thought that she would have skin the color of milk. She was strong he could see the cut of her biceps, they were not big, but toned and she curved in all the right places. Miguel had seen it all before. The only thing that stood out to him about her was her smell; to him everything else was average.
He watched her stop in the middle of the dance floor, she placed both of her hands on her hips with her legs spread and yelled at a man caught in an embrace with another woman. Miguel leaned against the railing to watch the show with a small smile on his lips.
“He’s lying to you,” a voice with a Spanish accent whispered in my ear. I looked around, ignoring Mark, to see who had snuck up on me, but no one was there.
“Are you listening to me?” Mark asked trying to maintain eye contact. “I was just dancing with her nothing more.”
“He’s lying to you again,” the whisper said louder this time. I fought the urge to look around again for the source of this voice that was trying to distract me. Not giving up on the situation at hand I just stared back at Mark.
“The next thing I knew she was kissing me,” he said trying to take both of my hands in one of his, like he always did when he was in trouble. I pulled my hands away not ready to talk about it in a crowded bar.
“Whatever, I’m not going to have this conversation in this place,” I said waving my hands around the noisy crowded bar in San Sebastian, Spain. “I’m going to head back to the room. When you are ready come back, we can talk.” I said turning and heading toward the door. Maybe I had too much to drink tonight. Hearing voices? Come on.
Out on the street I took a cleansing breath getting rid of all the smoky, sex driven air of the bar and began to walk toward the hotel that Mark and I were staying in.
Some trip this was turning into, I thought while making my way up the sidewalk. I hated being a babysitter and it felt like that is all I had been on so far. Whether I was half carrying Mark home drunk from a bar, finding his lost passport, or making sure that he had dinner when he needed it, all I had done was take care of him. Finding him playing tonsil hockey with some girl on the dance floor while I was in the bathroom was the last straw. I knew that things had to change, or we would have to go our separate ways.
I wound my way through the streets trying to figure out how to save this trip. I had been dating Mark for three years, and we had been planning this summer in Europe since the beginning of our junior year of college. I thought we had a great relationship. This trip was going to be our last hurrah before settling down with careers and family. We were only on our second week and I was having second thoughts about everything that I thought I loved about him.
Turning the corner onto the street of my hotel I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I stopped and look around. There was a man standing in the shadows of the building. I could only see that he was large, and his eyes almost seemed to glow. He creeped me out.
“Good evening,” someone behind me said and I watched the man in the shadows dip is head in greeting. I spun around to see who was behind me but no one was there. I turned back to the man only to find that he was gone. My flight or fight instinct kicked in and I ran down the street and almost tripped through the door of my hotel.
Antonio, the night clerk, looked up from behind the desk with a concerned look on his face. “Señora Hunter, are you alright?”
“Si, I am sorry, I thought that someone was chasing me,” I said looking around at the empty lobby.
“You have nothing to worry about in San Sebastian, señorita, this is a very safe town.”
“I know it has just been a long night.” I headed toward the elevator then to my room.
I flipped on the lights, checked the bathroom, the closet, and under the bed. I just wanted to make sure that no one was hiding in my room.
It had been a strange night. I undressed and put my stinky bar clothes in a plastic hotel laundry bag. I headed toward the bathroom, the shower was calling to me. As the hot water beat on my back I thought about the voices that I heard. The one at the bar, and the one on the street. They were different sounding, I did not think that they came from the same person but each time they sounded like someone was behind me even though when I looked there was no one there. Maybe I had too much to drink. I shut off the shower and dressed in boxers and a t-shirt before turning out the lights and going to sleep.
By Erica Stevens
I just finished “Frost Burn” by Erica Stevens. Book 1 in her Fire and Ice Series. All I have to say is WOW! Loved it.
Great story line, kind of a Buffy the Vampire Slayer, if Buffy was a vampire trying to track down the one who made her. There is even a reformed Spike, (he was my favorite vampire in the show).
The story is full of tragic pasts and new beginnings while keeping the reader engaged.
I need to go back and read “The Kindred” series because I defiantly felt that I was missing out on some important back story but I don’t think that you have to have read the other series to enjoy this one.
Since I have begun publishing my books independently I am going to support other Indi-authors by post reviews of their books here. Hopefully I will have a new post once a week or so. Enjoy!
Vampire’s Revenge by Juliet Spade, was a good read. I have ready many vampire books, from Bram Stoker to Ann Rice, Charlene Harris and yes even Stephenie Meyer. Juliet created an original and entertaining spin on vampire lore that explains the basic’s without dragging it out. Her characters are dynamic and the twist surprised me (I can normally guess what the spin will be much earlier in the book then I did with this one) while meshing with the story perfectly.
Her action sequences are clear and concise even though it jumps from character to character, it gave the scene a live action feel.
She did a great job of leaving me with more questions than answers while not leaving the book on a cliff.
I will defiantly check out the next book in the series.
It is almost time! I am waiting on a few more changes and I will be launching my book.
Back Blurb- check
Final edits- waiting. . . . .
Mom wants to read it now but I told her that she is going to have to wait until I release it. I don’t want her to find my mistakes.
Husband finished reading it on Friday. It must be ok if he read over a hundred pages in one sitting.
Just waiting to hear back from Amy. . . . . I don’t want to set a release date yet since I want to wait for her feedback but my patience is wearing thin. . . . .