New Release Alert – Visions of the Fall



Hey, guess what? I have a New Release for you! Most of you know by now that I’ve been working on rebranding the Find Me series, which includes an updated interior and a whole new look. No, this isn’t for Find Me #4, not yet. But the timing works out wonderfully, because the new and revised version of ‘I Hope You Find Me’ is out now in a whopper anthology collection released by Paper Gold Publishing.

Let me introduce you to Visions of the Fall. OMGOSH, is it beautimus.

Over one million words of dystopian and post-apocalyptic goodness for a ridiculously affordable price. I hope you grab yourself a copy, even if you’ve read IHYFM, because there are some awesome authors involved in this collaboration, plus, you’ll be the FIRST to get the revised version of book 1 of the Find Me series (don’t forget, book 4 is on its…

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Authors’ only group. Street team for authors only.

For the ‪authors‬ – have you just started out with ‪‎writing‬? Are you stuck on getting the words flowing again? Want some new tips from a friendly bunch of authors? Are you out of wine?

Then come look at our new group! 🙂 A ‪street‬ ‪team‬ by authors, for authors. ‪Helpful‬ ‪advice‬, ‪‎tips‬, and silliness all the way.

Caroline F Levy

This is just a quickie post. A shout out to all of my author friends out there…

I Was sat messaging an author friend of mine a few weeks back, as you do.  Bouncing ideas off from one another, when Karen said… “instead of chatting here, and keeping all these yummy ideas to ourselves, why don’t we set up an author street team?”

After a little mulling over, some more chatting, and thinking would anyone be interested we did it,. We have been very original and called it Authors’ street team…. At the moment it is a very select group of very different writers. By that I mean our genres, age, and even where we live vary. If you were to snap me like a rock, you would read Paranormal Romance deep into my centre. With Karen she is Romantic histories. I will be a sweetie and share a couple of…

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News About A Unicorn

Wow, is that…is that a cobweb? Dust? Sock-eating monster? I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to tidy up after having not been here for a while, haha.
Okay, so now I have your attention…there is no unicorn. Got’cha! BUT…I do have some book-related news. The last three months have pushed stuff back even further, but I put my head down and…
*drum roll*
It’s currently going through editing, but it will be available to download and continue the story of Drew and Devin on FRIDAY 11TH MARCH, people! So make a date in your calendars, or use that handy Siri/Cortana feature you’ve got, and make a date. Just to give you all a tease of what’s to come, here’s some of my favourite random or funny quotes from the book. 😉 (Yes, Greek is there twice, but really, who doesn’t love Greek?)
“You know why,” Greek promptly replied with a grin. “Remember when you and Drew crashed that guy’s bachelor party? With the sheep, and the transvestite stripper? That club had to close down and become a sandwich shop. They never did get that stuff off the walls.”
Helena straightened herself, dramatically throwing her arms around to indicate a mess. “You kind of ‘artfully arranged’ everything. That is, you turned your box upside down, threw everything on the ground, and curled up in your bed for a nap.” She turned around with a smirk, her eyes lit up at teasing the Reaper. “I left your tea on the nightstand. Seemed the only reasonable thing to do.”
Snapping her fingers to light her cigarette with a steadier hand, the Soothsayer narrowed her eyes at the group, leaning over to Greek. “Are they always like this?”
Greek rolled his eyes dramatically, throwing his hands up. “You have no idea. You should see them on Pizza Saturday. Chaos.”
The Soothsayer grinned. “And you’re the ones who don’t get punished? You poor man.”
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In Search of Originality

There were two things I watched on TV last night which made me wonder how genius in writing comes about. The first program was Shakespeare’s ‘Much Ado About Nothing’, easily my favourite of his plays; and ‘The Gambler’, an average film in which the main character attempts to teach what I’m asking at one point. What did make Shakespeare such a genius? I did a little reading last night, and my personal favourite of the theories was Jack Kerouac’s explanation – that it is divided by those who create original work – ‘geniuses’ – and those who imitate, even brilliantly imitate – ‘talent’.

He stated, in an essay for Writer’s Digest titled Are Writers Made or Born?, written in 1962which was also later on included in The Portable Jack Kerouacthat he thought this was the case. He started the essay by stating, “Writers are made, for anybody who isn’t illiterate can write; but geniuses of the writing art like Melville, Whitman or Thoreau are born.” He went on to say that no one else could have written Moby-Dick, Leaves of Grass, or any of Shakespeare’s plays – that the writers of these works of literature had something they were born with, something that couldn’t be taught. To explain the difference to talent, Kerouac used the following example; “Some perfect virtuoso who can interpret Brahms on the violin is called a “genius,” but the genius, the originating force, really belongs to Brahms; the violin virtuoso is simply a talented interpreter — in other words, a “Talent.” Or you’ll hear people say that so-and-so is a “major writer” because of his “talent.” There can be no major writers without original genius. Artists of genius, like Jackson Pollock, have painted things that have never been seen before… Take the case of James Joyce: people say he “wasted” his “talent” on the stream-of-consciousness style, when in fact he was simply born to originate it.”

On the other side of the argument, there was Mark Twain, with his famous quote; “…all ideas are second-hand, consciously and unconsciously drawn from a million outside sources, and daily used by the garnerer with a pride and satisfaction born of the superstition that he originated them…” This was from a letter written to his friend Helen Keller, after she was accused, and later acquitted, of plagiarism. This is the most common theory of originality most of us know – I even remember a teacher from school saying something very similar, something that upset me at the time. As a child, I’d unconsciously remembered a story (I can’t even remember which one anymore!) and elements of it ran parallel to the short story I’d written. They noted, delightedly, as a child had took on reading something they hadn’t expected, that it reminded them of this other story. I hated the story I’d written after that, glaring down at my pudgy little hands, holding the sheet of paper with childish disgust. I’d thought my story was unlike all others! Once I grew up, and read a lot more books, I realised that it was near impossible to write something that truly is original, something that uses no other elements any other book has. The very fact my own books fit neatly in genre categories shows that there are many of us in the same boat – most of us, I expect. That feeling I had as a child stayed with me though, and it made me not want to write anything for a long time. As Salvador Dalí even said, “Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.”

But I think there’s some common ground between these two ways of thinking. On the one hand, I agree whole-heartedly with Jack Kerouac. I think genius is born, not made, and most of us – including me, haha – can merely hope to fall into the ‘talent’ category. But I also agree with Mark Twain. Whatever we think is original, may have been created a long time before those stories were written down. Who knows? Having said that, I have a hard time imagining the way Shakespeare spun words together, or the way Herman Melville brought a raw accuracy to the characters of his book, could ever have been repeated before. But I think while we’re imitating genius and trying to hone our stories as well as we can, we can always aim for that elusive ‘original story’. Because without aiming for genius, talent can never be as good as possible. 🙂

What are your thoughts, guys? Which side of the argument do you lie on?


Rehab is for Witches – Out Today!

Hey, all! 🙂 I know it’s been a while since I posted. Life and work has been crazier than ever the past few months, but I’ve made time today, to let you all know about a fabulous new anthology that I was lucky enough to be a part of!

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Welcome to Little Raven: an unsullied, beautiful woodland hamlet in the heart of the Midwest. The sort of place where furry creatures romp about and spend their days bursting into song.

Actually, that’s a giant pack of lies.

Little Raven is a town…for witches.

And some of those witches might have bent the rules. A teensy bit. When six magical miscreants dabble with black magic, they end up together at Incantations, the town’s rehab center for witches gone awry. It’s a slap on the wrist for naughty witches. Pretty much a daycare center so they don’t wander off and start turning people into newts on a whim. Each witch must work through her addiction to black magic, and follow the tenets designed to lead them back to the path of the straight and narrow, as boring as that sounds. Even if following the tenets sucks worse than a group round of kum-bay-ya. Which sucks. Horribly.

We will admit we are powerless over magic—that our lives have become unmanageable.

We will make a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of the Goddess as we understand Her.

We will make a searching and fearless moral and magical inventory of ourselves.

We will admit to the Goddess, to ourselves, and to another being the exact nature of our magical wrongs.

We will make a list of all persons or beings we have harmed, and become willing to make amends to them all.

We will make direct amends to such beings whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.

We are entirely ready to bow before the Goddess and have Her remove all our defect of character, even at the risk of being entirely stripped of our magic.

But this is just the start. There’s something rotten in Little Raven, something that seeks to take all the magic it can, and devour the inhabitants in the process. It will take the strength and power of all the witches to defeat the darkness seeping into their town, beat it back, and be rid of it forever…and maybe just make it through rehab while they’re saving the world.

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The silence in the circle of witches spoke volumes. Giving a sharp toss of her head, Catherine raised her eyebrows in a, ‘Nothing to say?’ gesture. Someone let out a low sigh. Even Miss Safety-Pin had fallen silent, chewing her lower lip. Catherine licked her lips, gazing around the wan faces as though for approval, tapping her fingers against the side of the plastic chair. She had a sudden mad urge to feel the bobbled surface of the moulded plastic, but her gloves remained on as she waited for someone to speak.

Counsellor Fitzsimmons was the first person to shatter the cloud of melancholy above the group, tapping his pen nervously against the clipboard. It took him a second or two, but his training kicked in once more, and he beamed in what Catherine supposed was meant to be sympathetic. It looked more insincere than his usual grin. There was something off about his smile that she was starting to hate. Every time she came to these sessions, her unease with Fitzsimmons grew, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Er…thank you for sharing with us, Catherine. That must have been very hard for you.”

“Yeah, it was super difficult. Now I feel all enlightened and shit,” she spat, scraping back the metal legs of the seat as she rose up. It wobbled but stayed upright, not that she gave it a second glance as she made her way over to the exit. “Prison sounds like a barrel of laughs compared to this. I’m sharing fuck all with anyone else,” she called over her shoulder as she strode away, flicking a stray lock of hair from her eyes. The swing doors squeaked as they opened and closed behind her, a draught filtering through from the motion and running along her spine.

Heels tapping loudly through the tiled reception, Catherine almost didn’t hear the thud and wail of the swing doors opening once more. Pausing, but not turning around, she sighed and snapped, “Counsellor Fitzsimmons, I really don’t need your particular brand of happy-clappy right now, okay?”

“Do any of us? I don’t have the voice for kum-bye-fucking-yah any more than you do.”

The shock of Circe’s cutting tone made Catherine whizz around so fast, her coat fanned out as though in a waltz. Pulling her shades down just enough to peer over the top of them, making sure she wasn’t seeing things, Catherine gave a surprised cough. “Miss me already, Fork-face?”

Circe gave a self-satisfied smirk, folding her arms and tilting her head. “Yeah. Your quips are getting so much better. I might be able to consider one of them imaginative soon.”

Catherine opened her mouth to retort, but instead let out a heavy sigh, pushing her glasses back and pointing at the door. “Well, I’d love to stay and slag you off, but frankly I’ve got better things to do. Like going to jail. Bye.”

As she turned to clack angrily away, Circe reached across and put her hand out in front of her, making it obvious she didn’t wish her to leave. Catherine halted and glared down at the hand, waiting for it to move, but it never shifted. Circe lowered her voice. “Look, I couldn’t really give a toss what you want to do, but I want to do this. I need to do this. And now we’re in the,” her hand finally moved as she made air quotes, “’buddy system’, you need to be here. If you leave, I’m going to fail. And I can’t fail.” For the first time since the group had met up, Catherine thought she saw a light dull in Circe’s eyes, a panicked moment of fear, before it was replaced with the hard-ass glare once more.

Shaking her head, the British witch sucked in her bottom lip, as though holding something tightly in her chest. She was sure there was something. It rammed against her ribs, a lump the size of all her fear and upset. “And what the hell is in it for me? I’m not doing that sharing crap again. I can’t. I don’t know what’s happened to you all, and maybe I’m heartless for not caring. But you all seem pretty okay on the surface.” Wondering if she would regret the move later on, she whipped off her glove, waggling the fingers of her hand in Circe’s face. The other witch winced for a split second at the burnt flesh. “See that? Every time I get undressed on a night, get dressed on a morning, look in the mirror without glasses, I’ve got a reminder. It’s never going to leave me, even if I get through this.” Replacing the glove, Catherine stared down at her polished boots, noting the tiny cracks in the leather. “It’s not the reminder of my problem, or my crime, or even the fact I’ll always look like some sort of nightmare freak. It’s the reminder of a dead friend, and a murderer who got away. If that jumper-wearing prick thinks I’m going to tell everyone about that every time I’m here—“ As her finger jabbed towards the glass doors, her voice cracked on a sob, a sound she didn’t recognise. She hastily swallowed it back, taking in a deep breath to hide the tears that pricked at the corner of her eyes.

Circe’s face, thankfully, didn’t change. I couldn’t stand it if she was sympathetic, I’m not ready for it. Point to Safety-Pin. Instead, she gave a stiff nod and gazed over to the group within. “Agreed. I don’t need to hear it again. No offence. How about this; every time Sweater-Dick asks you to spill your life-story, I punch him for you?”

The question was so unexpected that Catherine let out a dry chuckle, before she could stop it. “Fine, deal.” She sobered. “But seriously, I’m not going there. And for the record, this doesn’t make us friends. At all. We’re not in a fucking Disney movie. I’m not going to repay you by saving your life in some dramatic cliff-fall or something.”

The punky witch gave an unladylike snort. “Trust me, Estee Lauder, we’re not friends. I’d rather poke my eye out with a knife.”

“Easily arranged. You’ve probably got one somewhere on your person.”

Circe grinned, and merrily flipped her the bird before turning back to the glass doors. Catherine steeled herself for entering once more. She hated the idea of going back in. After all, it ruined a perfectly good dramatic exit. Damn it. Get in there, Cath. You know you need to. She pressed her fingers together with a shiver, feeling the pattern of the butchered skin underneath the textured leather.

Keeping her head down, she crossed quickly over to her chair and slumped down into it. To her relief, no one except Counsellor Fitzsimmons paid her the slightest bit of attention, and he merely nodded gratefully at her return. She sulkily hunched her shoulders up and leaned back, preparing to be amused by the spectacle before her. Floaty Trista and Crazy Robie stood in the centre, acting out some banal scenario. Giving a glance over to Circe, she was rewarded with an ugly scowl. Catherine smiled to herself and turned back to falling asleep once more in her chair, folding her arms. See? Everything back to normal.

Taken from ‘A Closet Full of Demons’, from ‘Rehab is for Witches’. Copyright 2014 © Miranda Stork

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Wednesday Writer Tip – Use Your Senses!

Definitely something that I love in all books. Never be afraid to go all sensory on your characters. 🙂


It’s time to get back into the groove with my weekly writer tips! They may not come directly from me every week, but they are tips worth sharing – so hopefully you will appreciate them and find them useful! *wink, wink*

This week I’d like to talk about sensory description. For your book. Because it’s important. Why? Readers use their imagination to direct your story in their head…and in order to do this with the best possible experience, they need to be able to SENSE everything your characters do.

Make sure to experiment with these senses in your story:

  • Sense SightSight– Probably the most used in writing. What do your characters look like…what does the environment in a particular scene look like? Don’t forget to describe this with restrained flare. Meaning – let your reader use your visual descriptions to help form their own opinion on ‘looks’. Use colors, textures…

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Cover Reveal: Alabaster Nights by Elle J. Rossi

A fabulous post over at the Tarasphere today – and the cover reveal of a fabulous book! If you haven’t picked up something from Elle J. Rossi yet, you better fix that. FACT. 🙂

The Tarasphere

If you don’t know Elle J. Rossi, fix that.


Not only is she extremely talented, funny, and an all-around great gal, she’s my literary compadre over at Moon Rose Publishing! Well, she’s got a new novella coming out, bringing us back to the world she created in “Crimson Beat” from the A Celtic Tapestry anthology.

So check out this hot new cover, and put “Alabaster Nights” on your reading list NOW!!!


A Vampire with a soul. A Huntress with a knife. In Nashville, Blood equals Power. Will one taste of Josie Hawk cost Keller everything?

Coming December 2013
Discover the world of Josie Hawk in Crimson Beat, a novella within the A Celtic Tapestry anthology.

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Cover Reveal For The Uncanny Life Of Polly!

Squeeeee! I’m very happy to present the new cover for The Uncanny Life Of Polly, the newest book out this summer, 28th June, from the lovely Karen Aminadra. I had a lot of fun making the cover with her, and you wonderful people better pick it up once it’s out! It’s a contemporary comedy, and one writers especially might be interested in. What would happen…if your life started imitating your latest book?

Lookit. Lookit. You  know you want a copy.

Lookit. Lookit. You know you want a copy.

Polly writes chick lit and her debut novel is a worldwide bestseller.  However, something strange starts to happen when she gets back from an international book tour.  Polly finds that instead of art imitating life, her life starts to imitate art – or rather, her novel.

She arrives home to find her husband in the arms of the maid.  Wasn’t that in Chapter Three of her book, Happily Ever After?
Her best friend is having an affair with her husband, too, and is pregnant!  Isn’t that in Chapter Four?
Then she meets a bronzed Greek and embarks on a passionate love affair.  Wasn’t that in Chapter Seven?
Will anyone believe her life is mirroring her novel?
Can she prevent the ultimate tragedy or must the book play out, precisely as she wrote it, to the bitter end?
Her agent recommends that Polly go and live Happily Ever After on the proceeds of her book, and keep away from drama!
About The Author
Karen Aminadra
Karen Aminadra is an English author who can usually be found with her head in the clouds and muttering inanely to herself. She mostly resides in her writing cave, and is occasionally allowed to come out to eat. Her love of reading, writing short stories and her childhood imaginary world led quite naturally to writing novels. Encouraged to read by her bookworm father and grandmother and by winning a writing competition in just her first year of secondary school, she was spurred on, and she has been writing stories ever since. Her love of mystery and plot twists that she put into that first story continues today. She has travelled to and lived in many countries, not just in her imagination, and has gained an insight into people’s characters that shines through in her work. Today, with her feet firmly back in England, she travels the world, the universe and in time through her imagination and her novels.

Twisted Bloodlines Blog Tour Is Here!

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Welcome to the blog tour of Twisted Bloodlines! This amazing debut novel is being republished through Moon Rose Publishing  on the 5th June 2013, and is one worth picking up. Were-creatures, horror, romance, suspense, this book has it all! Why not scroll down and find out why you may have a new series obsession…

Twisted Bloodlines

Megan has never had what most would call a normal life.

Her childhood and teen years were spent on the run with her family, hiding from a horror so great it defines their world. Friends and homes are traded at a moment’s notice to escape from their worst nightmares.

Years pass, and her mother settles down with her new step-father, a kind man who does his best to protect them. Life lulls into a safe pace, and Megan finally feels as though she has control of her future for the first time in her life. But that peace is shattered with the arrival of a new family member, one that bears a striking resemblance to a savior of her past…

Confused by her deep emotional connection to him, things unravel fast. She learns that the people she lives with, even her own family, are not what they seem. Her only friend who helped her piece her life back together changes overnight, and she is left dealing with the fallout on her own…

As events unfold, Megan finds herself face to face with the horror that has haunted her since childhood. But will she be able to escape from her twisted bloodline?

And now for the interview! Welcome Megan, the heroine of Twisted Bloodlines!

Welcome to Notes On A Page, Megan.  Come on in, take a pew. Can I get you a drink? What’s your tipple of choice?

Hi, thanks for having me. Coffee would be great if you have some, or maybe a red bull. It’s always better to stay alert, well in my situation anyway.

I bet! Coffee it is, I always have some handy for late-night writing anyway. Now, down to the nitty-gritty. We know from your story that you have a…dysfunctional family. What happened to it?

Dysfunctional is one word for it. I’m not really clued in on all the details, apparently it will all be revealed, but they are slowly unfolding. Let’s just say…my mother’s choice in men is less than desirable.

You seem really close to your brother and your mum. It must have been a shock when Peter turned up. What was it like adjusting to having a step-father?

I didn’t exactly take it too well at first, I mean I wasn’t having the best of days. It didn’t help that he seemed to know a whole lot more about me than I did. He also has this frustrating habit of remaining silent when questioned even though at the time I thought I was losing my mind. He’s pretty cool now though, I think Jase had more of a problem with no longer being the man of the house.

Must have been quite a shock to adjust to. Now, we know there’s a certain character who you have very close feelings for when he arrives on his motorbike. Without giving away too much for our readers, did you realise your attraction to him straight away?

Let’s face it, who wouldn’t be attracted to him? But yes, I did feel a very strong attraction to him, even though I had just met him. It was extremely unnerving at the time.

But it’s not all nice stuff, right? I mean, we know there’s another person on the horizon—the ‘someone’ your family has run from all these years. How do you deal with that?

Yes, him. There really isn’t a way to deal with it. I’m basically a prisoner in my own home and have to put total faith, and well, my life, in the hands of my family to keep me safe. I take things a day at a time and hold onto the hope that one day this will all be over and he will finally be gone from our lives.

Wow…I sure hope that happens for you one day soon. I don’t know how I;d cope with that hanging over my head all the time. But we also get to find out that you’re not entirely human, right, Megan? How did you cope with that, with finding out you were something else entirely?

That was most definitely a shock to the system but although I was scared at first of what I was to become, it was also a huge relief to know that I wasn’t going crazy and that my family were not a threat to me since I was in fact exactly the same as they were.

Again, without giving away too much to our readers, can you see yourself being a mother in the future?

To be honest I hadn’t really thought about motherhood, I’d never even had a boyfriend before. The only male figure in my life up till now was Jase and considering our sheltered life I didn’t think of it as a possibility. I’m not sure bringing a child into this situation would be a very good idea, I have no idea what the future will bring but my main priority at the moment is survival.

So, what’s the next move for you and your family?

We hope to find someplace secure to live. I know there has been talk of retaliation but I’m not sure that is such a good idea although on the other hand if it ended all of this uncertainty and fear that we have had to live with, then it’s one option to explore.

Well, thank you for taking the time to talk to us today, Megan–we know it’s not easy for you to drop in anywhere! Make sure to pick up Twisted Bloodlines to find out more about the courageous Megan. 

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Linda Jackson

I was born and raised in London, which is where I still live now with my husband and children. As a child I always had my nose stuck in a book. I started out reading mysteries such as Nancy Drew and then soon moving onto Agatha Christie. I then found a love of the horror genre, Richard Laymon being my favourite author among a few others. When a friend introduced me to the paranormal romance/fantasy genre I soon became hooked, building myself a very impressive to read pile and a long list of favourite authors. I would say both of these genres have influenced in the way I write and combining them is where I came up with the idea for my book.

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