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Authors for Autism – April 2014

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Autism is something that is an intimate part of my life. Each year April is Autism awareness month. Alarming news is ramped throughout the media, such as the 2014 rate of autism is 1 in 68 kiddos, a scary thing. The increase is 30% in the last four years.

I want to take a different approach. I want to celebrate these remarkable children who struggle a thousand times more than you or I do on a daily basis. I have given myself a challenge. I will take all of my sales from my books in April and throw a Picnic in the Park for any family, friends or supporters living or working with autism. So that’s my plan. You can help by purchasing one of my books. Next month I will share, right here, pics from the picnic so that you can see first hand how many beautiful smiles you’ve brought out.

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I also have hope that my author friends may take up a personal challenge of their own in support of Autism Awareness.

More to come. Comment below if you have an idea, question, or comment.

Karli Rush Author Page

The Elemental Powers of Crescent Bound’s world

In the beginning, and please know this is relative, beginnings happen all the time.  In this instance I am speaking of a beginning.  One in which true magick is introduced to the world and a race of beings are born through its mating with nature.

At the time of this beginning there were four sisters, two sets of twins.  Their names have long been misplaced in time.  The sisters lived as wild and free as any ever have.  One day the sisters came across a cave, the cave lead to a hidden realm.  In the center of this realm was a grand garden and in the center of the garden was a pool of water.  Beside the pool sat an old woman with solid white hair.  She stirred the water in the pool with a white stick and chanted in a language the sisters could not understand.

“Where are we?”  the first one asked.

“Who are you?” asked the second.

“Why do you stir the pool?” asked the third, but the fourth sister remained silent.

The old woman smiled at the silent one and said, “Answer your sisters questions, because you know already about this place and why you are here.”

The silent one tells her sisters that she had dreamt of this place and also mating with the earth and that she would not be allowed to mate without the balance being met.  So, each of the sisters will have to mate with earth as well.  The sisters agreed and reached into the pool to retrieve natures mate for them.

The first opened her hand and held a white stone that crumbled and then spiraled into wind.  The second sister opened her hand to see a solid blue stone which turned into water but remained in the shape of the stone.  The third opened her hand and the red stone became fire but did not burn her.  The fourth opened her hand  to see a moss-covered stone that began glowing green.

You are no longer human sisters, you have become the keepers of nature and protectors of the gates between this realm and many others.  When you mate with another, they must be of your kind.  The world has a new race, one that will be the stewards of the garden of life in which you now stand.  Drink of the water of life and harm none in your endeavors.  Live free and love, protect the earth, protect your mate whether of nature or life.  Go now my defenders and prosper.

Since this beginning we have been among you, living, loving and protecting.

Copyright © 2014 Karli Rush

The House Part 1 by Karli Rush

The House

© 2013  Karli Rush

My short story – free right here on my blog- I will publish as I write this, hope you enjoy! 

As promised here is part one from The House. 

The only thing stronger than love is insanity.

 

-    MichaelXavier

The House

One more step and the skin-crawling, creaking sound echoes throughout the hall. “Richard! Don’t, I—I really don’t feel good about this anymore,” I practically bark at him as we edge closer to the last door. We’ve investigated the lower floor, all the old, decrepit rooms, and the chancy stairs were my worst fear but we managed to sneak past the precarious areas. Now, we are standing at the last room down the unlit hall. The door is wide open like it’s welcoming us inside. The hot humid air has dropped significantly in temperature. It’s been well over a hundred degrees all summer long and now, I can see my breath. I can see his.

            “Rich, please. Let’s just head back, it’s getting late. We can start fresh tomorrow,” I plead but he shakes his head in refusal.

            “Naw, we got this, Keria.” He tugs on his lucky baseball cap, easing it over his eyes a bit and quirks a smirky grin at me.  My eyebrows bolt up and I wave the flashlight purposely in-between us.

            “Do you not see this?” My breath expels out a cold mist and the hair on the back on my neck rises.

            He taps on the device in his hand and explains, “Yeah, it means we’re not alone.” The meter looking ghost detector is completely lit up green. It doesn’t flash nor flicker, just a steady, solid color. Which makes me grimace even more, I’m not a paranormal investigator like Rich is. This is my very first time exploring a haunted house. I suck in a nervous breath as he motions for us to move forward. The house goes perfectly still as if it’s waiting for something, hanging onto an eerie anticipation. Five more steps and we’re at the threshold of the pitch-black room. 

            “Rich, you’re sure about this? I mean we don’t know how long this place has been abandoned or how secure this structure is,” I probe as I flash the light around us and then shine it inside the room. My hand goes sweaty and I grip the flashlight tighter, there’s nothing in the room. It’s not like the others, it’s entirely bare, empty, as if someone sterilized it from the ceiling to the floor. You know how they always say rooms like this smell moldy or musty? Well, this one smells like it’s tainted with blossoms, it’s so over-powering even Rich glances back at me. We both distinctly smell it and he reaches out, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

            “You know, for being a Rookie, I’m impressed. Come on, it’s the last room.” I attempt to send him a quick confident smile but something breathes down the right side of my neck. I grasp at my throat and stare at Rich. How do I tell him I can’t do this? How can I step one foot in front of the other when all I want to do is run the other way? My answer comes when he steps through the time-worn doorway.

            “Come on Keria, give me some light. It’s dark as shit in here!” I raise my shaking hand holding the flashlight and watch him walk to the middle of the room. An icy cold touch lands on my shoulder and I drop the light to the floor.

            “Keria! Get it together girl!” he shouts but I’ve already snagged the flashlight from the ground and twirl around to see if I’m still the only one standing in the darkened cold hall. Whirling back to Rich I shake off the feeling of being observed.

            “Got it, sorry.” I start to take a step into the room when I hear the house breathe, literally every board and nail within the room screeches together. And in the center, where Richard stands, the floor bows and bends upward and then breaks away. He plummets with the pollution of rotten wood and rusted, eroded fumes. My light illuminates a nothingness as he disappears from my sight.

            “Richard!” The cracking and splintering shards of wood resound with a deafening residual. My ears ring and my heart pounds as I scream out again, “Richard!”

            Nothing…

            But

            My

            Cold

            Breath…it’s the only sound within the room.

            I readjust my hand on the Maglite and run toward the stairs. I’m shaking, everything in me wants to lock up but I’m so terrified I bolt without another reasonable thought. The worn wooden steps hold my weight as I race downstairs. It’s hauntingly dark and vacant. Nothing appears in my sight as I shine my light through the bleak hallway. Pace after wary pace I enter the room where Richard fell through. I clamp my hand fiercely over the only thing which guides me. Not a breath escapes from my lips when I approach the doorway, the lambent luster grazes slowly across the flooring. But I see only the hardwood surface. Untouched, no clouds of dust or debris, no broken shards of rustic wood. No Richard. As if nothing at all had happened. I take a step closer, suck in a hearty breath and whisper, “Richard!” 

            I cling to my shirt as I ease in, I can feel my heart pounding, trembling through the fabric. The fractional light threads outward offering me nothing but the barren baseboards and lifeless walls. A smell drifts by just as the cool air bristles the hair down my neck. The scent is intertwined with sunflowers and blood. And that same panicky feeling surges a rush in me, a dire urgency to get the hell out of here. But I grit my teeth together and raise my voice a bit louder than before and yell, “Richard, please! Where are you?!”

            The house is abnormally quiet as I drag my light downward, searching the floor where I thought Rich would be. Chairs, aged books, and raged, dusty curtains are all over creation in here. It’s exactly how we first saw it before, not a thing out-of-place. And I raise my flashlight upward, to the ceiling, half expecting the hole that he fell through. But I know from seeing the room there will be no evidence to what I just witnessed on the floor above. The ceiling is still committedly intact. Am I losing my mind? I know I’m not, I know what I saw and he has to be in here. I take another step further inside the room, and just as my hand slips off the door frame, a cold unpleasant shiver weaves through my spine. A deep, detached voice growls right next to my ear, “Get out!

            I nearly drop my light as I spin around and run for the front door. Ambling faster down the broken cement steps I charge for my car. Never looking back, never losing my balance because I feel the vileness, the immorality breathing inside that house. I’ve, we’ve trespassed into something I can’t even begin to explain and Rich is somewhere still inside. I fumble with my keys to get them into the ignition. Once my headlights glare at the house not forty feet away, I lock the doors and debate. He’s in there and I can’t just drive the hell off. I rub my hands over my face and in-between my shaking fingertips I look up. In the window I see a shape, a silhouette of a tall man and it’s not Rich. My foot slams heavily on the gas pedal and I drive like a maniac on the rough, isolated dirt road.    

            The entire time my eyes flicker nervously back and forth from the road to my rearview mirror. The sensation of being followed keeps prickling my frayed nerves. I even feel like the woods have eyes and are watching me speed pass the trees. Something malicious lives inside that abandoned house, it’s real, just as real as the tears that swell inside my eyes. And I never want to go back there, but I have to find out what happened to Richard. Worry, fear, and guilt consumes me. What happened to him? Is he still alive… alive inside that cursed house?    

 

 

To be continued…

What a journey!

An absolutely wonderful experience attending the Indie Mash Up in Springdale, Arkansas. It was my very first book signing and it was Amazing!!! I love meeting new people, learning what they like, kindle vs paperback, contemporary romance vs paranormal romance. Signing kindles was a blast, but to see readers bring in scrapbooks with your book covers attached to the pages was totally awe-inspiring. One of my highlights was when a reader came to me and said she had read all of my Crescent Bound series, including my newest addition – Shadow Bound. Let’s just say she was very affected by it. To actually meet people who have read your stories and to hear that they love it, is indescribable. All in all, I learned a lot, met some pretty awesome people and I am ready to settle back into my author’s chair and start writing again. Pictures? Why yes, I do have pictures to share with you…

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So, what’s next? Well, I am writing a short story right here on my blog – for free. The title is The House and here is the blurb.

A couple goes on their first date together, to an old abandoned house.
It is known throughout this small college town that it’s haunted, and
insanity once ruled the woods where this eerie house resides.
The stories have twisted and turned but no one knows the real truth.

Until… Richard and Keria learn the living and the dead collide.

The House

I have a few more things in store, Let Your Heart Drive- is another novel I’m currently working on. I’ll keep you posted on it. I feel bombarded with too many characters some days, which want their stories told first. But I’ll make sure they will have their say soon enough. *wink*

Until next time – Happy reading everyone!

Tag I’m it! Blog Hop

Tag you’re it!

Well hello, I was invited by an extremely wonderful and very talented  author friend, Eva LeNoir, to participate in a “blog hop interview.” In order to participate, I will answer a few interview questions, and then I will tag three other author’s. They post interview questions on their blog pages. The folks they tag, will post their interview questions and answers on their blogs, and so forth. A lot of hopping! You can find Eva’s interview questions and answers   here

1. What are you working on right now?

I am working on my first Contemporary Romance which is titled Let Your Heart Drive.  It is a tale of a young girl, Sinead Noelle, she’s struggling with life and all that it has to throw at her. She hungers to stand on her own two feet and face her own secret demons. What she finds during this life’s journey is, Shawn. A young man who works in road side for a car rental company. He doesn’t know it yet but all this time he’s been living a life filled with ease as he helps support his sister and niece. He thinks life is good, but then his own life spins out of control with a single phone call.  When destiny brings these two together will barriers be broken, walls be destroyed, and secrets revealed? 

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2. How does it differ from other works in its genre?  

I would say that I  am pulling a lot from my own life experiences here in Oklahoma. So, that in itself, I feel, gives it a uniqueness that you won’t find in another book. 

3. Why do you write what you do?

I write for myself mainly. I love stories and after reading a be-gillion books I feel something is missing. Something I feel drawn to put in a story. So, that usually leads me into writing, my way. I love the creation of a novel and the development of my characters. They speak to me and I listen, it is just the way I write. My hope is that once I am happy with one of my books that if finds its way into the hands of someone else that will enjoy it too.

4. How does your writing process work?

It is such a creative process. I expose my imagination to a variety of things, music, news, nature walks, anything really. I wait with my mind wide open and see what comes to me. If it doesn’t come I don’t write. My main problem, which is a good one, is that it doesn’t quit coming. I have about four books rattling inside my head right now and Let Your Heart Drive won its place in the front of the line, so that one is next. 

In addition, I am tagging the following authors. Kristie Haigwood, Trish Marie Dawson, ER Pierce. Make sure to check out their blog posts on the following date: October 21, 2013.

Okay… I am tagging three authors — you’re it!

Kristie Haigwood

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Kristie Haigwood’s Blog

Trish Marie Dawson

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Trish Marie Dawson’s Blog

ER Pierce

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ER Pierce’s Blog

More on the Indie MashUp! October 26th, 2013 – Springdale, AR

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To go to the Event page click the image above!

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Yes! That’s right, only twenty more days until the BIG event down in Springdale, Arkansas!!! Yay! I have only a few more authors I’m going to give a shout out to (there will be about oh, forty or so, more authors going to attend and I’m running out of time to post, lol).

Vicki Green

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Book blurb -

‘With all my heart,
With every inch of my Soul,
With every breath I take,
I promise to love you forever’

Cassie can’t remember being loved, being wanted. At a young age she was placed in Foster care that moved her around from one place to the other. Finally being freed at 18, she was left with no money and nowhere to go until she finds a small town in Kansas where she can start over.

Little did she know her life was going to be uprooted again when she is kidnapped and brutally raped.

Jesse is considered HOT in most women’s eyes, but has little time for Romance. While searching for his Mother’s killers, he witnesses a young girl being kidnapped. He now faces decisions that he must make quickly.

Will Jesse rescue Cassie? Will Cassie ever find the happiness she longs for?

*Due to a graphic rape scene, strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

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‘Together Forever,
never apart,
maybe in distance,
Never in Heart’

After escaping her ordinary life and following her dream of writing a romance novel, Allie Richard’s finds herself falling in love with her sexy best friend Shane Barton. But all too soon, her past catches up to her, trying to tear their budding romance apart.

Finally finding the amazing girl of his dreams, Shane Barton races to protect what’s his and will do anything to protect her. This loving, and sexy man is tender to the touch but will fight to keep them together.

Will Allie and Shane be able to withstand what her past throws at them to put an end to their happiness? Will they ever be able to be Together Forever?

*Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

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Next we have Tich Brewster… 

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Makayla’s life seems to have taken a downward spiral. Her twin blames himself for not protecting her over the summer. To add to her stress, her mom is in ICU suffering from injuries acquired after being hit by a drunk driver. Depression is heavy on her heart. Can her former best friend help to mend her broken heart?

Last but definitely not least we have Sara Marion!

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Paxton Mercier was a trauma surgeon who was on the fast track for success. However, one night in the O.R. changes her life forever.

In a matter of months, she loses her best friend Ella, her relationship with her mother sours, and her husband, Jack, walks out on her. Overcome with pain, Paxton loses herself and finds
herself checking into a mental institution to hide away from the world.

When Jack shows up at the institution unexpectedly, Paxton finds her world in another tailspin. She struggles to hold the pieces of herself together. She feels like she has no one to turn to except the one person who never stopped caring for her, Duke Avery, Ella’s husband and Jack’s best friend.

This is the first book in the Breath of Life series.

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Okay, well there is a taste of the talent that will be with me at the Indie MashUp!  Did I mention Male Models? No? Well, Yes, there will be several Male Models at the event and I also have several things of my own that I want to share with you, but that will be in the next installment on the Countdown to the Indie MashUp!  Until then, happy reading everyone.

Author Spotlight for Indie Mash Up!

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Bella

Bella’s motto has always been that you can choose to watch life pass you by or your can be the one spinning the world. You have to get out and live, life won’t come to you!

Bella has always seen things in the world with a different view and has been an avid story-teller. She is enjoying putting her crazy musings into print for others to enjoy.

To her one of the most exciting parts of writing is getting a chance to interact with readers. It is truly her hope that readers will reach out and tell her what the like and even don’t like about her stories. She’s looking forward to a relationship with the readers to better write stories they will love.

 

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Buy Links: INK: Fine Lines Available August 8th.

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