Fun Friday: Healing Stones by Karen Michelle Nutt @KMNbooks #audio book giveaway

Published July 25, 2014 by Karen Michelle Nutt

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Healers throughout history have utilized the energy in gemstones to heal a variety of ailments from spiritual, emotional to even physical healing. Wearing crystal jewelry gives the wearer the energy of the stone all day.

In my tale, SOUL TAKER, Isabella Lucci uses stones to try and heal her closest friend after the ‘Soul Taker’ has attacked her. She also uses precious stones to help Garran relax, though her touch had him distracted.

Here are a few of these precious stones Isabella used in the story.

There are a variety of quartz crystals. In ancient times, people believed the stones were ice crystals that would never melt. It is a romantic stone, and also has cooling powers. It’s used in healing to amplify the energies of the other stones. The crystal is known to have a similar vibration as humans. This is why they are used for meditation.


This is a stone for new beginnings, inner growth and strength. It helps to stabilize emotions and soothes by providing calmness. The stone enhances intuition and promotes inspiration, success, good fortune in love and business. The powers of the moonstone are linked with the moon, focusing on love, fertility, good fortune, and protection. Its healing powers are directed to the digestive system. It eliminates toxins, alleviates degenerative conditions of the skin, hair, eyes, liver, and pancreas. It is also used to eliminate PMS, and for the men it helps in opening their emotional self.


Amber is a powerful chakra cleanser and healer. It vitalizes the body and gives it power to draw disease out of one’s body. It absorbs pain and negative energy and it allows the body to rebalance and heal itself. Amber can also alleviate stress. Its healing powers are focused on the throat, stomach, spleen, kidneys, bladder, liver, and gallbladder. It can alleviate joint problems, too. It is excellent in changing negative energy to positive.


The agate is one of the oldest stones recorded in history. It protects against stress and energy drains. At one time this stone was used to ward off storms. This stone also attracts strength and can be used for protection against bad dreams by placing the stone at the head of the sleeper. The agate’s healing properties is for upset stomachs. For this the stone should be placed on the solar plexus. The agate is also known to give a person inner strength, making this stone a great one to have when your faced with an important decision.


About the Book Soul Taker:
Audio_Soul TakerNo soul is safe…
A vampire from the Grim Sith sept is sucking the souls out of young women from the Boston area, but this sinister crime is far worse than a vampire seeking substance. He’s selling the souls to the highest bidder and it seems business is booming.

A vampire, a werewolf, and a Necromancer are a most unlikely team, but Garran, Harrison, and Isabella plan on putting a kink in the dubbed Soul Taker’s plans. It’s personal now. One of their friends has fallen victim to the Soul Taker’s charms, but to stop him from hurting anyone else, their efforts may involve raising the dead.


author pic Karen and Jack_2014_2 IMG_2596About the Author:
Karen Michelle Nutt resides in California with her husband, three fascinating children, and houseful of demanding pets. Jack, her Chorkie, is her writing buddy and sits long hours with her at the computer.

When she’s not time traveling, fighting outlaws, or otherworldly creatures, she creates pre-made book covers to order at Gillian’s Book Covers, “Judge Your Book By Its Cover”. You can also check out her published cover art designs at Western Trail Blazer and Rebecca J. Vickery Publishing.

Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all her stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.

Visit the author at her Website Blog / Gillian’s Book Covers, “Judge Your Book By Its Cover” Facebook / TwitterPinterest / Amazon Author Page

*Note: All photos were purchased by the author or are public domain photos.

***Giveaway****: 5 Audio book Giveaway of Soul Taker. 5 winners! Good Luck!


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Front Porch Saturday, Turning the Corner

Published July 19, 2014 by romancewithjjkeller

Turning the corner is an idiom meaning to pass a critical point in a process. For example: a patient passes from a critical state to fair status; a new coach leads a football team from losing to having a #1 season; and most importantly–turning points in a person’s life path.

There have been many turning the corners or points of interest so far on my journey: graduating from higher education; marriage and the ensuing adjustment to living with someone twenty-four, seven; children who changed my priorities and outlook toward life—forever; my eldest son’s battle with cancer; my first book contract; and more recently my father’s crippling brain injury and subsequent memory loss.

Unlike the fictional character Forrest Gump’s philosophy that life is like a box of chocolates, my life resembles the Steel Twang (Indiana Beach) with peaks and valleys, exhilarations and gut-wrenching fear.

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The highs are positive healthy rewarding events and I want more!

The lows, the fears all of us deal with when the bumps are upon us, are necessary in order to progress through life, to GROW, and to BALANCE the bad with the good.

My method of dealing: Analyze research, think again and make the experience a positive.

Most of all I rely on my husband, sons and friends for support and encouragement. Life if good when you have others to share the rush at the top and the fear when heading down, especially the sadness when the journey ends.

I’m interested in you. What is your philosophy: a box of chocolates or a roller coaster?
How do you deal with life events?

jj Keller
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Museful Monday – The Season to Write by Robyn Seitz

Published July 14, 2014 by Robyn Seitz

Happy Monday!  I’ve been thinking about the summer and the feelings that come with it; the excitement of vacation and the happy little moments like going for ice cream on a hot day or huddling in front of the window to watch one of summer fabulous lightning storms.  Summer isn’t typically I time where I focus too much on writing.  I do put words on paper while the kids are in the pool or before a soccer practice, but I will admit I don’t do my best work in the summer.

I find I’m a school year writer.  Maybe that’s because the kids are doing homework or more involved in sports, but I find the cooling weather of the fall tends to spark a lot more of the creative juices.  Since I live in Canada, many months here are cold and frankly, I’m getting a little bored of it, but I love all of the festive holidays in the latter part of the year.  Thanksgiving and Christmas are two of my favourites.  Thanksgiving here is in October, so when the kids go back to school, it’s only a month before Thanksgiving and I’m already in prep mode.  I guess it shouldn’t surprise anyone that I would write when I’m most happy, but I hadn’t ever thought about it until this past weekend when I started considering what my next project might be.

How about you?  Do you write all year long or do you find a certain part of the year to be more inspiring?

Enjoy your day!


Front Porch Saturday: The Hike, by Jennifer Wilck

Published July 5, 2014 by Jennifer Wilck

My husband is trying to kill me. Oh, I’m sorry, did I say that out loud? I meant to say, my husband and I went on a hike today. We always try to do fun things together when our kids are away at camp, and killing me, I mean, going on a hike, is one of his favorite things to do.

We found a local trail that had several hiking options and settled on a 1,000 mile, I mean, 8-mile hike. He looked at the map and noticed that some of the trail seemed a bit boring looking, and a bit close to the road (read flat) and decided to add in a loop that was more interesting looking (read hilly).

So, we packed up our water, food, dog and set off. It started out as a beautiful day—a nice breeze, lots of shade and very flat terrain. It was beautiful. But then we kept walking, and walking and walking. A log crossed our path and the dog jumped over it. We came to another log and she decided it was time to go back and tried to turn around. Ha!

Finally, we got to mile 1.8. Really? That’s it? We found a nature conservancy and took our first break, ate a little lunch and if you were me, sat in the shade while my husband wandered around a bit. Then we continued. The next part of the hike was actually along a road. It was flat and easy and we passed this huge estate, at which point my husband pointed ahead and told me the trail was up there.

The “trail” was an animal path. It was not meant for humans. It was barely meant for dogs. It was the kind of trail that if we’d come across an animal, we’d be in the wrong for infringing on their spot. But my husband thought this was the interesting part, so we continued. Up hill. Continuously.

I’ll admit, I complained a little. Really not a lot—I was trying to save my breath. But it was hot, my hiking boots were hurting, and I thought I was going to die in the woods without anyone being able to find my body. Finally, after what seemed like three days, but was probably about an hour, we returned to the part of the path near the nature conservancy.

I really wanted to wait there and send my husband for the car to come and get me. I really, really wanted to do that. But there was no place to lie down, other than the grass, and I didn’t want bugs crawling into my ears (in case you haven’t figured it out by now, I am not an outdoor person). So I walked back with my husband to our car.

I didn’t die. And when we got back to the car, he drove to an ice cream store and bought me Death by Chocolate. ☺

Release day for FROM INDIANA, WITH LOVE by Sandra Sookoo

Published July 1, 2014 by Sandra Sookoo

It’s finally here!

I’m kicking off a brand new intrigue/suspense series today with the release of From Indiana, With Love. I’ve brought you a new cast of wacky characters and I hope you’ll like this book. It might take place in a small town, but it’s got big heart.

Blurb: Being embroiled in an FBI sting isn’t exactly conducive for book research or warm fuzzies—or is it?

Samantha Arnold, prep cook and struggling romance novelist, believes adventure is right around the corner. Trouble is, nothing exciting happens in the small town of Newburg, Indiana. When a routine trip to pick up chicken results in meeting a guy too well-dressed to be a farmer, she can’t help but hope things are about to turn.

Special Agent Patton Mitchell isn’t exactly enjoying his stint in the farming community. The property he’s using as a home base adjoins that of his mark, and it also connects him with meek and mild Samantha. Her questionable Internet search history has triggered a visit from the NSA, which means him, and he’s not above a little flirting to get his answers.

Suddenly, small town life explodes into a story right out of Sam’s imagination, with intrigue, guns and betrayal to boot. What she thinks of as a madcap caper is a fight for life or death in Mitchell’s book. Between dodging bullets, chasing a would-be terrorist and dealing with drop-in relatives, there might just be a shot at romance—if the bad guys don’t get them first.

Excerpt: Sam capitulated enough to march down the driveway, but then dug in her heels at her car. She faced him. “I can’t just run to the grocery store.”

“Not my problem.”

She frowned, choosing instead to study him, maybe find some way of breaking the ice. Yeah, he had one of those fancy earpieces. It was made from some sort of clear material so she’d almost missed it. Was there someone listening to their conversation, or was he listening to someone else? A hint of dark stubble clung to his square jaw, and not even a button was out of place on his crisp dress shirt. He had to be sweltering under that suit. Poor thing — not.

“It should be your problem. Angie, the owner of The Café, will probably be out here once I report back with no chicken. Trust me, you don’t want to make her mad. If you thwart her blue-ribbon chicken salad, there’ll be no place you can hide.” When he didn’t answer, merely moved around her, yanked open the back driver’s side door then slid the cooler inside, Sam sighed. “I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

“No, you just went off. Period.” He slammed the door. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind getting in and going away?”
Maybe the guy was just having a bad day. Maybe he had a headache or had just survived a break-up. It wasn’t for her to judge. Like her Gramma Edie always said: everyone has some sort of problem. Give ‘em a minute to get over it and try connecting again. She overlooked his rude manners and stuck a hand out. “Hi. I’m Samantha Arnold, but most folks call me Sam. It’s easier that way.”

“Easier how? Doesn’t it confuse people if you call yourself Sam?”

“Why? Do I look like a guy to you?” Flutters tickled the inside of her stomach as he moved his gaze leisurely down her body then back up.

“No. There’s no way someone could mistake you for a male.” He stared at her hand then finally took it with a begrudging expression. It softened his face and made him more approachable. If he actually smiled, he’d probably be gorgeous. “I’m Mitchell.” Once he’d given her hand a brisk shake, he dropped it and shoved both of his into his pants pockets.

“Mitchell what?” At such close range, the scent of his cologne had the power to knock her over, all fresh and clean, like being in the middle of a forest surrounded by snow. Geez, buddy, go easy next time.

FromIndianaWithLoveCoverArt-sml“Just Mitchell.” His tone didn’t invite further speculation.

“Like Cher or Madonna, huh?” What kind of suit-wearing non-farmer didn’t have a last name?

His expression remained flat. “No. Like plain old, that’s-all-there-is, Mitchell.”

Sam pressed on, her curiosity not letting go. “You don’t have a last name?” Why did she care? After all, he’d chicken gyped her. She should be furious, but something she’d glimpsed deep in his eyes when he’d met her gaze after the once-over intrigued her. The man had so many secrets she’d bet he was nearly bursting from holding them. Maybe he just needed a nice glass of iced tea and a piece of strawberry pie. That always made things better, and Angie made the best pie.

“That is my last name.” A warning sort of growl had entered his voice.

She’d grown up with a grouchy, growly dad so ignoring Mitchell’s bad mood was no big deal. “Then, what’s your first name?”

“Mitchell.” His jaw worked.

A snort escaped her. “Your name is Mitchell Mitchell? Hope your middle name’s not Oliver because then your initials would be MOM.”

“No. Drop it.”

Sam leaned against her car and tried her best to stifle her laughter. Then the humor died when the hot metal seared her skin through the thin cotton of her dress. She jumped forward. Mitchell Mitchell retreated a few steps as if he couldn’t bear the thought of touching her. His name must be pretty bad if he didn’t want to give it out. “Look, I’m trying to make amends and apologize for my earlier behavior. It was rude of me.” She held his gaze. “Why are you being impossible?”

“I’m not. You are, and I have work to do, so if you don’t mind, get back in your car and drive away.”

“But what about my chicken problem? Also, you put trash inside my cooler. What about that?” She couldn’t figure the man out.

A thin sheen of sweat popped on his forehead. Sam ignored it but was secretly vindicated that he wasn’t as invincible to the heat wave as he looked. “Fine.” Mitchell yanked open the car’s back door, slammed up the lid of the cooler then retrieved the fast food bucket. Once he’d closed the cooler as well as the door, he glued his gaze to hers. Slowly, he grabbed the drumstick from the container and equally as slowly brought it to his mouth where he ripped off a hunk of the meat then chewed. “Thanks. It is about time for a snack.”

Sam’s jaw sagged open a bit. She snapped it closed with an audible clink of her teeth. “Grr,” was all she managed to say.

“Growling in unbecoming, Ms. Arnold.” He lifted a bushy eyebrow. “In the car please.” Still eating the drumstick, he leaned around her and opened the driver’s side door. “I’m serious. This farm no longer exists.”

With no other options and her brain forming no other protests, Sam slid into the car. She’d barely pulled her feet inside when he slammed the door. As she sat there, attempting to think of something — anything — to say to this man, he rapped on the window with a knuckle. After starting the engine, Sam hit the button and lowered the window halfway. “Have a change of heart?”

“Nope.” He tossed the bare drumstick into the carton. “Tell your boss if she comes out here, she’ll be trespassing and interfering in FBI business. I won’t hesitate to arrest her. You as well if you decide you want to come back.”

“I…” What did a person say to that? She nodded. “Okay.” When he stood there glaring, she sighed, buckled her seat belt then put the car into gear. “Have a nice day.”

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Museful Monday–Life is a highway of possibilities by Sandra Sookoo

Published June 30, 2014 by Sandra Sookoo

Hi gang.

Yes, blogging on this space is sporadic at best. Don’t know if it’s because I’m busy and so are my fellow bloggers or readership has fallen or folks just simply would rather get their info elsewhere over the web, but while the blog is eeking along on life support, I figured I have time to blog while waiting for the laundry to complete and the floors to dry since I just mopped them. :-)

Life is funny, isn’t it?

As someone once said, “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry”, so does life. Medical issues pop up when you least expect them. Your career path takes a hard left into crazy town or simply dries up altogether. Moving brings its share of problems you hadn’t counted on.


You then have two options: let all of these changes defeat you or acknowledge them and keep fighting for what you want.

Setbacks on the highway of life are all part of it. If you’re a writer, you’ll get rejection letters. You’ll sign with publishers that aren’t the right fit and end up being a bigger headache than you imagined. Your book won’t sell. Things happen.

Keep going.

Whatever you want out of your career, go after it. Don’t let anyone tell you there’s only “one right way” of doing anything. You want an agent? Go after that. Sometimes it’ll do great things. Sometimes it won’t. You want to keep shooting for the latest flashy digital publisher? Go do it. Could be a great fit. Might not be. You want to be exclusively self-publishing? Work your fanny off and see what happens. The sky’s the limit.

Bottom line? You won’t know if any of these things are the best thing for you and your writing until you try them. Just because one person had a bad/good experience doesn’t mean the same will be your lot.

Above all, never forget the joy. If you’re not happy doing something or working with someone, time to get real with yourself and get out. There are other paths that branch off that highway.

Hope this helped. Have a great day!

Fun-Friday: Winged-Beastie Tidbits by Karen Michelle Nutt

Published June 27, 2014 by Karen Michelle Nutt

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A gryphon is a winged-beastie with an eagle-like head and the body of a lion. Most statues depict a gryphon with bird-like talons, eagle’s head and wings, but with ears of a lion, and a lion’s hindquarters, but there have been a few statues of a gryphon that appear more like a lion, but have an eagle’s head, and no wings.

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Here are a few spellings for the legendary creature: Gryphon, Griffon, and Griffin.

In the 15th century, the gryphon was called a keythong.

While gryphons were common in the art and lore of Ancient Greece, they were also found in the art in Ancient Persian and Ancient Egyptian, dating back to 3000 BC.

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One such legend stated that gryphons not only mated for life, but if either partner died, then the other would continue the rest of its life alone, never to search for a new mate.

Gryphons sometimes were compared to Dragons in that they were thought to be very wise and wily creatures that guarded gold and treasures. Other legends state the gryphon as a trickster that would challenge people with riddles in a contest of wits. The winners would keep their lives and treasures, and the losers… well, I’m sure you can imagine.

Despite the Gryphons’ varied fanciful appearances and different ways to spell its name, they have remained unique creatures, and their lives a mystery woven into the legends of old.


***Coming soon this Halloween, my tale, The Thief and the Gryphon.

author pic Karen and Jack_2014_2 IMG_2596About the Author:

Karen Michelle Nutt resides in California with her husband, three fascinating children, and houseful of demanding pets. Jack, her Chorkie, is her writing buddy and sits long hours with her at the computer.

When she’s not time traveling, fighting outlaws, or otherworldly creatures, she creates pre-made book covers to order at Gillian’s Book Covers, “Judge Your Book By Its Cover”. You can also check out her published cover art designs at Western Trail Blazer and Rebecca J. Vickery Publishing.

Whether your reading fancy is paranormal, historical or time travel, all her stories capture the rich array of emotions that accompany the most fabulous human phenomena—falling in love.

Visit the author at: Website  /  Blog / Gillian’s Book Covers / Facebook / Twitter/ Pinterest / Amazon Author’s Page



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