I write and read not only prose, but also poetry. So it's only logical that I want to feature some wonderful poetry on my blog. Ladies and gents, give it up for Jaye Tomas and her thought-provoking poems that play in my head like songs and mini-movies.

 Standing In The Shallows

There are storms in me and thunder and rain
warm like tears
like a wild rolling ocean
and I invite you to ride the waves with me
there are songs in me like drumming
like the sighing of a cello
like humming bees vibration and I vibrate with all this music
with all this sound and in the night
my mouth moves even in sleep
as I dream of all the things I want to tell you
I want to paint in huge swaths of color covering whole hillsides
paint all the moods cradled inside me
but there are pockets of shadow too and you need to see the shadow sides to know where the sunlit ones are
to appreciate the warmth you have to know what it's like to shiver
and if knowing me is too wild
too erratic
if what you love is calm and being certain and never getting messy never getting emotional or sometimes waving red flags just to see what bull will chase you
then stay indoors during the storm
stay on the shore
I will miss you
I look for you from the crest of the rolling water
and wave if I can see you
standing safely in the shallows


Broken Molds

I was melted by your smile
and dazzled
diverted
not noticing I was being poured into a mold I could not fit in
had not looked for
asked for
but any flaws were fully mine
starkly loudly labeled
there are so many truths and you spoke them all
yelled them all
layered them like colored sand in a bottle
and like sand it smothered me and my lips shut tightly
and I stood there
painfully molded
and listened as you shamed me for not fitting
and listened to the door groan closed
and I was left mute
motionless
until the sound waves from all my silent screaming shattered the glass and I rode the dune
all the way to the bottom
looking up at the clouds erasing the blue sky and wondering when I loved you
I am spreading out
like a spilled drink
and I want to climb again
to see the view from the top and then decide if I should keep climbing further
and I will start the journey
in my own skin and leave those sandy scraps of peeled picked off labels
and broken cheap plastic mold
in the sand


 Mistral

Is it the wind calling?
Is it the wind that calls me?
I can feel it rising and the thoughts bloom like night poppies
narcotic and fragrant
they come with the southern winds
with the smell of hot oil and herbs and sweat
Is it the wind calling?
am I to accept its invitation
am I to follow
ignoring the underscents of rage
of piety
and the crumbling perfume of old passions
too long hidden away
they smell like daylight trapped  for years in an abandoned house
what will that wind tell me
if I dare answer? If I turn my face toward it
wrinkled like last autumns apples
will I breathe in its whisper and let it fill me
billowing my lungs like sails and
feel it lift me
let me fly to meet and follow the winds call
Or will the scents disappear
dissolve like dreams traces as you wake
leaving me feeling naked and emptied and slightly ashamed
because I wanted that wildness
that untamed wild wind wrapping around me and the magic blown into this world
settling its dust on me
Listen
is it the wind calling me?

Jaye Tomas has been a "scribbler" all of her life, but the Internet provided a way to more easily share it. Creating Chimera Poetry (blog & Facebook page) has been an incredible experience. The fact that anyone reads what she writes is a constant source of amazement and gratitude to her. She is working hard behind the scenes getting ready (fingers & toes crossed please) to publish her first book of poetic scribblings. There is a huge probability that there will also be a second. The ink is always fighting to be heard.... Her biggest obsession is books and her reading tastes are eclectic to say the least: Tolkien, Lovecraft, Gaiman, Plath, Ellison, Christie, Aaronovitch, Yeats, Blake, King, Barker, Straub, Lopez, Pyper, Maugham, Poznansky, Funke, Taylor .....to name a very few. Originally from the windy suburbs of Chicago she now resides in the UK. Lately she has been casting her eyes in the direction of Italy, but hasn't completely settled on that.....yet. It may be back to the USA, it may be Edinburgh, it may be Gallifrey..... the beauty of the story is in the journey, not the arrival.

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Instead of posting another excerpt or teaser (I'll spam you with more of those soon enough), I want to present the character profiles for the two main characters of my upcoming novel "Playing with Fire" today.

Name: Felicia Wolverton
Element: Fire
Job: librarian
Character profile: stubborn, enthusiastic, short-tempered, energetic, straight forward, passionate, determined
Likes: spicy food, Latin music, dragons, warm colors, revealing clothes, light, heat
Dislikes: lies, cold, rules, boredom, conformity
Quote (from the book): "And why the hell shouldn’t I? You keep sitting on your high horse, to use your metaphor, and try to teach me all kinds of things, but I’m still waiting for you to come up with any kind of explanation. Do you never feel the need to find out whether there are more of our kind? Where we come from? Where we can go? Why we are special? What our destiny is?"

Name: Joshua Norton
Element: Ice
Job: private investigator
Character profile: confident, calm, intelligent, secretive, detached, patronizing, ruthless
Likes: power, cold, water, books, fantasy art, hiking
Dislikes: drama, rules, superficiality, crowds, attachment
Quote (from the book): "We can’t live like ostriches that stick their head under the earth whenever they sense danger. We have to allow that other part of ourselves to live, but rein it in and keep it on a leash, so it won’t run away and get us into trouble. Life is all about control."


P. S.: Before you ask me: No, he's not a vampire - but he does have some vampire characteristics. ;-)

Cathy froze and her head shot up to meet his eyes. Michael was standing right in front of her, surprisingly close. He was looking at her neck instead of her face. Slowly, his hand crept up from her arm, over her shoulder to the bare skin close to her neck. His touch set her on fire, kept her rooted to the spot and aching for more with the simple feel of his slightly calloused fingers—yet another difference between him and Mark—against her moist skin and the pulse hammering beneath his thumb. She had no idea what he was doing, but was dimly aware of her heart beat on overdrive. He seemed to have noticed because a moment later he did look into her eyes. There was that intense emotion again, like hunger and something else warring inside him and claiming her as his. It was a gaze that made her fantasize. They were locked like that for she didn’t know how long. His face came closer and closer still, her breath stopping, his breath a faint breeze on her lips that had parted. Would he kiss her now? Would she let him?

If you want to find out what happens next, here's where you can buy 'When I see your Face':

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ISK51P8
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I'm planning to publish 'Playing with Fire' (Book 1 of the 4 Elements of Love Series) in a month's time, and I can't wait, I have to share the cover with you all now. I'm quite in love with. ;-)

Blurb

Sparks fly when Felicia and Joshua meet. Discovering her inner fire and unleashing unimaginable powers makes her realize that all her life, she has been hiding her true self. When buildings burn and people are in danger, the tempting game of playing with fire becomes serious. Will their love and desperate struggle for control save her life, or will the fire magic turn itself against its mistress?


Excerpt

https://devikafernando.com/blog/sneak-peek-excerpt-2-from-playing-with-fire

Having a vivid imagination is a blessing for a writer – but I can also be a curse at times, especially in real life when it's not connected to reading and writing. I want to share an anecdote and some thoughts to illustrate the two sides of the coin.

This incident actually happened during my childhood in Germany. I must have been about 7 or 8 years old. My parents had befriended another couple in the village and their daughter J and I were thrust together to play. She was a year younger than me, but we got along fine. One day when she was searching for one of her toys in her room and couldn’t find it, this story just popped into my head. I told her that the little people living under the earth must have stolen it. They lived in tunnels and burrows underneath gardens and houses and knew magic. They controlled small animals and sent moles out through mole hills and rats out through rat holes to find food and toys and useful things from human households for them. I really warmed to the topic and told her we’d use the next meetings for hatching a plan and for digging in the garden to find their hidden underground dwellings. Next thing I know, J’s parents had called my parents and told them in no uncertain terms to keep their lying daughter to themselves. Apparently, they had found her digging a hole in the garden and she had spilled the beans about my story. I got scolded and wasn’t invited to play with her again.

Now here’s the thing: It hadn’t felt like lying to me. My vivid imagination had gotten the better of me and I had spun a tale, but I hadn’t exactly told a lie. In a mix of loving a fantastic adventure and actually believing that magic like this was possible, I had shared what was on my mind. Little had I known that other children were not like me, that she would be unable to recognize the story for what it was. From that day on, I fought to understand that I was different and that stories were best kept to my mind or books…

Now, roughly 20 years later, I’m glad that I can imagine anything and everything so easily, because it’s one of the tools a writer most certainly needs. My vivid imagination makes it easy to slip into a character’s shoes and walk through their life, to think out a scene and to create worlds. It’s also the reason why I react to visual writing prompts so powerfully. I just have to look at a picture, and I can feel a whole story unfold in my head. While reading, imagining the happenings makes the story twice as great.
A vivid imagination also helps with the important advice of “show, don’t tell” that authors should heed. If you write down that a character is a loner, the reader may or may not believe it. If you describe her curled up with a book alone at home while everyone else is out and about partying, or if you share a scene of awkward social interaction, it’s much more believable and comes alive.
Sometimes, letting your imagination run free is a wonderful way of escaping. When I feel sad or bored, when I can’t sleep or when I need to distract myself from something unpleasant, I switch to imagination mode and get lost in my own little world, most of the time focusing on a story idea or reliving things read.

I fell in love with Bollywood movies some years before leaving Germany, and I got to know a lot about Indian daily soaps after living in Sri Lanka. That’s why the title and blurb—and of course that tempting excerpt—immediately caught my attention. “The Indian Tycoon’s Marriage Deal” by Adite Banerjie sounded like something I’d enjoy… and enjoy it I did, a lot!
Whether that is thanks to my partly Asian roots or not, I do like stories that are impossibly big and drip emotion and tragedy from every page. This book promises exactly that, but delivers much more, too. One of the things I loved most about the story is the strong-willed, independent heroine. Maya isn’t just beautiful, but also successful in her job and aware of what she wants from her life. If you scratch the shiny surface, you’ll find wounds and scars, but also tons of strength and intelligence. This is no meek heroine that gets thrown around like a ball, although her enemies are powerful and crafty. Sure, she falls for the handsome hero who inevitably steals her heart, but she never loses her head or herself in the process.
At first I was a little skeptical that it might turn out to be a stereotypical read, because the idea of the tycoon’s son, his devil of a father and the instant fire of attraction between the protagonists is nothing new—however, I like the details that give the story depth and show how much the author is a master of her writing. You’ll find that the hunky hero Krish is more than charm, wealth, power and confidence. Look out for the bond he shares with his mother, and for his very own environmental projects. Then there’s the heroine’s unusual job, her painful past—and let’s not forget the entertaining, well thought-out supporting cast.
This book has played out in my mind much like the Bollywood movies and Hindi dramas mentioned before, which shouldn’t surprise me because the author is also a screenwriter. Adite Banerjie manages to focus on great themes like revenge, marriage, love, guilt, regret, greed and hunger for power, yet still leave room for personal development. I was satisfied with the transformation undergone by both protagonists, and of course the Happily Ever After has left me with a glowing satisfaction.
These two lessons I took away from the book: Forgiveness is the key your happiness. Love will find a way.

Today, I want to add a video to my review: As I have said, I can totally imagine the story as a movie. I was picturing heartthrob Hrithik Roshan as Krish all along, and in one scene, Maya's party outfit reminds me of a scene with Karina Kapoor and him in the box-office hit "Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham" (Sometimes Happy, Sometimes Sad) - which also happens to be one of my favourite Bollywood movies.

For this Sneak Peek Sunday, I want to present you with a teaser, the blurb and a character picture for my upcoming paranormal romance novel "Playing with Fire". I'm currently doing editing round 1, and planning my cover release. The book will probably be published next month.

If you play with fire, prepare to get burned - or to fall in love.

Sparks fly when Felicia and Joshua meet. Discovering her inner fire and unleashing unimaginable powers makes her realize that all her life, she has been hiding her true self. When buildings burn and people are in danger, the tempting game of playing with fire becomes serious. Will their love and desperate struggle for control save her life, or will the fire magic turn itself against its mistress?

I love hearing about other authors and their way to success, their writing tips and what makes them special. Thank you, Robin Leigh Morgan, for this insightful guest post on changing genres! Can't wait to hear about your upcoming books.

Some of us who have chosen to write fiction come from a variety of places. And by “a variety of places,” I’m not referring to a physical location; I’m referring to our writing experiences.
There are some of us who have enjoyed writing since we were children, and each year, by writing something in school, it improved. For some of us, it continued until we graduated college and began working. Some of us entered the work force taking jobs, which required us to write, whether it was procedures, handbooks/manuals, or news stories. But all of these are non-fiction, and each one has a set of “rules” that need to be followed to write something well enough to be acceptable.
As for myself, while my regular job did not require me to write, for eleven years I wrote articles [commentaries/viewpoints] of what was happening in my community and my feelings about it. When I started to write these items, my writing skills were not honed. I didn’t have my ideas organized in a tight manner, although my writing had been informative. By the time I’d written my last item, I’d become quite adept at it.
When I started to write fiction, I somehow drifted to writing a contemporary romance story with a paranormal element running through the storyline, but after almost 9 years I still hadn’t completed it. That is, until someone suggested I should write for a much younger audience, which is what I did, culminating in my first YA Paranormal/Time Travel/First Kiss romance novel entitled I Kissed a Ghost.
Anyway, making the transition from non-fiction to fiction, I’ve had to learn a new set of rules on how to write. Most of these involved dialogue, showing not telling, where before I just told. I now had to learn about the use of tags. I had to learn not to be overly descriptive of something, but allow my reader to create the image for themselves in their minds. In the beginning I found it hard to break my old writing habits. Now I’m finding myself with these habits essentially gone. The biggest issue I still have and am trying to get a good handle on, is POV [Point of View]. Regardless of what’s happening or being said it has to be in one character’s perspective, and you can’t flip-flop between two characters within a scene. There needs to be a transition from one character to another.
All these things have helped me mold myself into the author I’m today. I’ve also learned there are additional rules within a genre, depending on the sub-genre you’ve decided to write in. These rules apply to the dialogue spoken, which needs to be true to the time period you’re writing in, as well as how your characters are dressed, and their titles, if any, as is the case with the regencies sub-genre of romance novels.
I’m now in the midst of finishing the manuscript for my second romance novel, an adult Contemporary romance with a paranormal element running through parts of the storyline, with a working title of “His Darkest Secret.”
The third novel I’m writing in earnest is a YA Urban Fantasy entitled “The Secret of the Well,” which will be a sequel to “I Kissed a Ghost.”
Each week I endeavor to write a Five Sentence Flash Fiction in response to the prompt word given by Lillie McFerrin her website:  http://www.lilliemcferrin.com. Seven of these Flash Fictions [with a little tweaking] are now scheduled to be published in an anthology of short stories involving HIV/AIDS as its theme.
So as you can see, writing is not merely a string of words you put together. There are rules that need to be followed if you’re to be well received by your readers.  

If you have any questions regarding the above, I’d love hearing from you.

I’m a retired NYC civil servant who has been married for 20 years with no children. I’m now looking at writing novels, etc to become my second career.

I Kissed a Ghost is available on Amazon at:
KINDLE:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CRQ9SC6
PAPERBACK: http://www.amazon.com/Kissed-Ghost-Robin-Leigh-Morgan/dp/1480030031

If anyone would like to read several UNEDITED SNIPPETS from the book you can find under the category of “GHOSTLY WHISPERS” on any my blog sites:  
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It's wonderful to get the chance of featuring so many incredibly talented writers all the time. Here's a drum roll for Marie Lavender's promising latest release, Upon Your Honor. Do check out 'Upon your Return' too.

Deception is a dangerous path…

New York City, August, 1891 – Orphaned after the death of her father, Chloe Waverly stows away on La Voyageur to escape the clutches of her cruel fiancé, Lamonte Beckett. Gabriel Hill, a strange and compelling gentleman, comes upon Chloe and promises to protect her without knowing the true circumstances of why she is running away. During their journey, Gabriel doesn’t bargain on being distracted by her fair beauty or succumbing to her many charms. As their attraction to each other grows, so does the danger, and Gabriel suspects things are not as they should be.
Both are determined to get to New Orleans, where she can start a new life. But, once they reach their destination, events spin out of their control and Chloe is captured by the fiancé she escaped. Gabriel is left wondering if he can overlook her betrayal. Soon he finds himself in a race against time, to reach her before Beckett can exact revenge.


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On deck, he saw her standing at the railing. His heart tripped. God, she was lovely in a pale blue gown with her corn silk hair falling down her back. He wanted to go to her, draw her into his arms and kiss her until they both could no longer breathe. He shook his head. It was impossible.
Then he caught the change in the air. It was subtle at first, then heavy. He started towards her, but didn’t expect to be thrown back full force by the wind. Debris was thrown around. He squinted through the onslaught, and then saw her turn to him.
“What’s going on?” she called.
The wind blew across the ship, and Chloe’s hair was picked up, blowing into her face. “A storm’s coming on!” he yelled to her. “Grab onto something!”
She must not have heard him. The wind was blowing so hard it worked against him as he made his way towards her. Lightning and thunder struck nearby, and rain suddenly plowed down onto the hard wooden surface of the deck. Soon, Gabe was soaked and he could barely see Chloe through the onslaught.
With a curse, he kept moving until he saw her shape by the guardrail. Fear sliced through him. Afraid she would pitch over the side, he pushed forward. He was a few feet behind her when a wave came up over the edge of the ship. He shouted in warning, but it hit her anyway. The breath was briefly knocked out of him as she flew back against him. He caught her, but went down.
He lowered her to the deck and leaned over her. She was too pale. Her lashes lay like feathers on her cheeks. The rainwater spattered over them, catching on her face with the appearance of tears. “Chloe!”
There was no way of knowing if she was all right. Not in this weather. He had to get her out of it. He managed to pick her up despite the pressure of the storm, made his way across the deck, and down the steps. He kicked his cabin door open and moved her inside. He set her on the bed and leaned over her again. “Chloe, wake up!” He shook her, but she was motionless. He leaned down to listen to her breathing. Nothing.
He sucked in a breath. He forced himself to focus. Gabriel swept her hair out of her face, breathed into her mouth and started compressions on her chest. It was a technique he’d seen someone use in London after they’d pulled a man from the drink. It had worked then, but it was not helping now. Gabe kept at it for a while, but it did no good. She didn’t respond at all. In a final attempt, he ripped open her dress as well as her corset, then started again. When he was about to do it once more, she sputtered, coughed out some water onto the bed. She fought to breathe. He joined her on the bed, embracing her gently, muttering words of comfort.
When her breathing finally eased, she looked at him, then looked at her state of dishabille. Her eyes widened. She was afraid. Of course she was.
He shook his head, his breathing still labored, and he spoke in short, choppy sentences. “I had to. You weren’t breathing. Forgive me. The storm was horrendous.”
She nodded. “No, I…I understand.”
He sighed into her hair, then pulled away. “Mon Dieu,” he whispered. He had to force himself to forget the fact that he had almost lost her. “You must be freezing.”
Her teeth were chattering. “A little.”
Gabe left the room and returned with fresh clothing and blankets. He set the clothes to the side for even though he wanted to help her out of her wet clothes, it wasn’t possible. He spread the blankets over her, then touched her forehead briefly. “Please stay in here for a while. The storm will go on for some time. We wouldn’t want you to catch a fever.”
Chloe nodded. “Thank you.”
He nodded, but couldn’t manage a better reply. With clenched fists, he left the cabin, unable to control the shudder of leftover nerves that went over him. He could have lost her, he thought. She could have pitched over the side. The water she’d taken in could have drowned her. He shuddered again, closed his eyes.
He cursed. The woman was trouble, just trouble. He would have to keep a closer eye on her, that was all, despite the detriment to his sanity.

Bestselling author of UPON YOUR RETURN and 18 other books.  Finalist and Runner-up in the MARSocial's Author of the Year Competition. Honorable mention in the January 2014 Reader's Choice Award. Liebster Blogger Award for 2013. Top 50 Authors on AuthorsDB.com. Winner of the Great One Liners Contest on the Directory of Published Authors.  Marie Lavender lives in the Midwest with her family and three cats. She has been writing for over twenty years. She has more works in progress than she can count on two hands. In college, she published two works in a university publication, and was a copy editor on the staff of an online student journal. Marie has published nineteen books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry.

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Prepare yourself for an interesting read: Author Lindsay Downs spills the beans on life and writing. Thanks for accepting my interview request!

Tell us a little about yourself and any hidden talents that are totally worth mentioning.
In 2008 when I got two books published I thought it was due to skill; little did I know it was more luck than anything. Over the next three years I wrote, submitted, got rejected. I then did what I tell everyone who asks; I wrote some more. I didn’t give up.
More on a dare than anything I tried my hand at a regency, one of the most difficult genres because of the rules, which I might add I broke almost every one. Within two days of its release the book was on a best seller list and stayed there for two months.
Turns out it is all of the aforementioned.
After two failed marriages, one from divorce while with the other died unexpectedly I decided upon retirement to move. That opportunity came in September 2012 when I migrated to Texas.
For me, as a multipublished author, it was one of the best things I’ve done to date. Now, every day I can write, creating stories to take my readers to places they can only dream about.
I’m also a member of the Published Authors Network (PAN) by the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

What do you like most about being a writer?
I love creating a world where my readers can escape into. With me it’s Regency England where gentlemen were, for the most part, gentlemen and ladies delicate flowers. Yeah right, my heroines can keep up with my hero and sometimes is smarter than they are.

If you could have been the original author of any book, what would it have been and why?
Thinking about it there isn’t a book I’d want to be the original author to. I love them exactly the way they’re written.

Is there anything (drink, food, writing tools etc.) that you can’t write without?
I need my Starbuck’s half-café coffee with non-fat milk. I can’t function without it.

Do you prefer a specific genre for reading and writing?
For reading either contemporary or regency romance. When writing I love regency romantic suspense even though I will, on the rare occasion, write regency romance.

Paperback or eBook?
If you’re asking which I prefer to read, eBooks. For writing I also like to see them in that same format as they tend to be a little cheaper and easier to carry around.

Any favourite books and authors? Sorry if choosing is a difficult task…
Since I have so many favorite authors and books it wouldn’t be fair for me to attempt to list them as I might leave some off the list.

If you were sent away to a deserted island, what 5 things (yes, 5 instead of 3) would you take with you?
1- unlimited supply of paper and pens since there won’t be any electricity to power my computer
2- unlimited supply of my Starbuck’s coffee
3- sun tan lotion so I don’t burn
4- some way to either catch or grow my food
5- some way to be able to start fires to cook the food

What inspired you to write your latest book?
My latest, The Guilty Countess, came from the first book in the series Markson Regency Mystery. Frequently, I’ll get an idea for a follow-up book from the one I’m currently writing. Right now I’ve ideas for two more in the series along with titles. I’ll be releasing them every three to four months. They will all be in eBook format and available at either Amazon or Smashwords.

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers?
Never give up, and treat writing as a job not a hobby. Even if you can only write for 15 minutes a day, that’s a start. Do it at the same time every day and let the family know you’re going to be busy.
If you can, take workshops either online or in person to learn the craft and join a writers group.
Finally, never give up your dream to be published.

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