The future


There are many things that we all tend to worry about when we think about the future. Money, friends, health, plans, plans yes plans. The idea that our plans will not happen tends to dwell deep within our very beings.
I forget who the quote comes from, but this idea that plans must be seen through, and that plans within plans keep us secure. Well, it went something like that.

I have plans. I have a great many plans, one of them is for happiness and I hope to have it someday. Yet, many are just for the security of the ones I love. Everything I work at and try tend to not be for my benefit but for the benefit of the people I love. And while I will stand by my integrity I will also call bullshit when I see it. I defriend and friend people depending on their integrity. I am happy to count the friends in my circles as friends because they are people with integrity. And well the ones that do not have integrity I toss to the wayside.
So when it comes to thinking about the future. I sleep well on it. I do what I can and worry about what I can’t but in the end. Well in the end the future comes and like the unavoidable train on the tracks I take it head on. As we should all.

Ani Manjikian – Do You Believe In Legend?


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Author Bio in 3rd person

From a harsh diagnosis of hydrocephalus at birth, Ani has developed into all-around person with the technical knowledge and analytical mind of a programmer, creative and detailed orientation of a writer, and aesthetic instincts of a photographer. Her writing career started when a friend in Cyprus made her promise to stop throwing away her writings because she thought they weren’t good enough.

 

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Book Blurb

Legend isn’t about people. It’s about pursuing a dream or higher ideal. About believing in something impossible and transforming the belief into reality through faith and hard work. The future is a legend written and unwritten.”

Jo Mason believes that creativity, spontaneity, and faith exist as definable words, but not actionable items. Negative consequences always follow the rare positive outcomes. It seems her destiny is surviving a chaotic world she can’t control. Hearing her own voice where she shouldn’t have leaves her wondering about her place in time.

Jeff has always been a part of her life, offering encouragements, wise words when she needed them, and many other things she can never completely thank him for. She knows he replaced her cousin who died saving his life. When she questions why he didn’t get to stay with his family, Jeff replies that without fixing the timeline everything she knows would be different.

When Jeff’s twin brother Randy falls into her lap, both literally and figuratively, Jo hopes he can give her a better answer. There is only one slight problem… He doesn’t remember anything about himself or his life and what he does, doesn’t help.

Together, the three of them learn that life isn’t about who or what you know, but who and what you care for.

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Joshua Robertson: The Hawkhurst Saga


Joshua Robertson has recently released The Hawkhurst Saga, the compilation of three, consecutive short HawkhurstSagaCoverstories: A Midwinter Sellsword, Gladiators and Thieves, and Ashes to Ashes. You can receive the first book in the series for free by signing up for his Newsletter.

The Story…

Ten years ago, Argus Gunther escaped Hawkhurst, thinking he had left behind a desolate life and a forsaken name. Though, when he is lured back to complete a contract, Argus discovers he can’t bury the past so easily. Pulled instantly into Hawkhurst’s daunting political games, MidwinterCoverArgus is forced to navigate through his nightmares. Now, while in search for his freedom, he must decide whether or not there are worse fates than death.

An Excerpt…

Nothing in Hawkhurst is close,” Argus said. His words were honest. The city was built in layers, from top to bottom, from rich to poor, from free man to slave. It would take several hours to walk from one end to the other.

Then we have plenty of time to talk. Maybe you could tell me of the Eadfel. My AshestoAshesCoverfriends and I speak about it often in Galoroth.”

Argus scratched his bald head. It was hard for him to believe she had any friends as much as she talked.

I’d rather walk in silence.”

Indulge me, Mr. Gunther.”Gladiators&ThievesCover

Argus swallowed, feeling as though he were at the mercy of a spoiled brat who had never had a good spanking. It was difficult to simply argue with such a person without cutting out their tongue.

Unfortunately, killing her was not part of the plan. He yielded. “The Eadfel is the name for the political estrangement or interrelation that occurs between the leading families in the city.”

Any simpleton could tell me that. Is it not a game?”

Argus winced. “If games end in poverty, slavery, or death, then yes—it is a game.”

Astrid crooned, a bounce in her step, “It sounds horridly delightful.”HawkhurstSagaCover

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Joshua Robertson was born in Kingman, Kansas on May 23, 1984. A graduate of Norwich High School, Robertson attended WicAuthorPic1hita State University where he received his Masters in Social Work with minors in Psychology and Sociology. His bestselling novel, Melkorka, the first in The Kaelandur Series, was released in 2015. Known most for his Thrice Nine Legends Saga, Robertson enjoys and ever-expanding and extremely loyal following of readers. He counts R.A. Salvatore and J.R.R. Tolkien among his literary influences.

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Home is where the heart is


Such a wonderful idea to imagine that every time you go home… happiness will be there for you. If not happiness a sense of belonging. There can be so much love and happiness that families can share with each other.6318550531_50fd488d6c_o

Still there is the idea that homes are as cold and uncaring as the world outside. The mistake that people make by only looking at the outside of the relationship and not seeing what the couple themselves see every day.

This inference to what we think or can think that lies within other people’s relationships leads those, especially those with the best of intentions to press their views on other people.
When we see a relationship and ask what can be done… or that couple is doomed… we forget that our own personal relationships are not always chocolates and flowers. We need so much more work for those few moments of joy.

There is not a couple alive and I would figure dead as well, who can say that they had a perfectly happy lifestyle. We have been jealous, greedy, sadistic, overbearing, and worse. But still our love survived because it was love. And true love can take the negative with the positive and realize that those few points of negativity make the points of happiness so much more.
As the saying goes you cannot have an omelet without breaking some eggs. Well have your omelet.

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It’s four,” I spoke the time feeling frustration creeping in. There were no cooking noises and worst of all there were no flavors crawling upstairs through the crack in the door. At least, at this point I should be smelling the main ingredient in her soup.

And I have never known her not to make tea while she cooks. Why had I not heard the whistle of the kettle? There had to be something, could she really be pulling my leg about the soup.

Fear clenched me, but anger took control. I would not give her the satisfaction of watching me crawl downstairs begging for, begging for… soup. It was my SOUP and she had to give it to me.

Where does the heart go.


There are many things that bring about a new view on novels. This is especially true when it comes to the romance genre. It is my opinion that this genre has seen a large shift to both extremes as to what can constitute romance.

Then there is the idea of who is qualified to write romance. While many of the top romance writers tend to be women, it is clear that this is not just a topic in which women can prevail. That is not to say that women cannot write, but quite the opposite it is to say that we can all write in any genre and should try to step away from the stereotypical ideas of who is qualified to write what.
I am a male writing romance.  I also think that I am doing quite well in the genre as my novels are unique and work well to introduce the topic at hand. Relationships and the complexity that they entail. No one relationship is the same as the other and still there is the need in society for that happy ever after.

I do not write THAT story. I am more into the reality of love. The clear fact that love can prevail and overcome. And while my endings may not be the fairytale endings. They are true to life endings and you can see how love endures beyond our wildest expectations.
So take a ride on the side of love that burns, yearns, and wrecks everything in its way in order to dominate and surpass all.

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If you are interested in the great romance ride then check out my work.

Jin Okubo

Kaoru In Loves Shadow

 

 

“So… what is the word on him?” Kaoru was direct in her question as she was in her piercing stare. “Please tell me you found something. You did… didn’t you?! I can see it on your face. What…? Tell me! He is crazy, no he is heavily in debt, married?! Yes, I knew it… he is married and I should just move on.” “Easy now,” Bill started, “Don’t get yourself all riled up before it is time. Just like your mother you are. Besides I don’t see my shirt anywhere in the room so what makes you think that I will tell you what I found out.”

Knowing that he could only poke fun at her for so long Bill enjoyed playing games with his niece. “It is going to take me time. But I promise that I will get that shirt before the end of the spring. But I must know about him.” Kaoru pleaded faking tears and all. Knowing her uncle as well as she had the tears were well planned. “It is just that I want to have what mother and father had and now here you are denying me the only information that will bring me happiness.” Turning to look out the window she managed to hide the fact that there were no tears in her eyes.

“Now, now,” Bill moved to console her. “You know that I will not be able to deny you anything. Let me tell you a bit about him. Will that dry those eyes of yours?”

“Well it depends on what you were able to find out.” Kaoru was clearly milking the situation for as much as she could. Had she done any less and her uncle would be less forthcoming with the information. There was always the chance that she was going to miss some vital point that would cause her to make a mistake and have to backtrack later on in a relationship. Robert was a man that she did not want to make that mistake with. There was so much work that she had planned to put into him that would make backtracking tiresome if not impossible.

“Well let’s see where to start.” Bill heading back to the sofa decided against sitting but rather to continue on to the books beautifully shelved and maintained. “These are really nice books now, aren’t they? It really is a shame that there is noone, not a living soul that can pour through these as your father did.” Looking down at a small table the books that had lain open for the world or any visitor to see the previous visit still… lay open in the same spot. There were even new additions to the group, as the earlier ones, had apparently in the same manner been abandoned for other projects.

Shaking his head he continued, “You know that your father would have never let the books sit as they do now. But then again you are not your father. No, no don’t get upset now it is just that there should really be someone that could take care of these books as they are meant to be taken care of.”

“What are you trying to say?” Kaoru interjected.

“Well…” Bill took his time. “This new guy that you have an interest in really likes his books. He is paranoid enough where I was not able to watch him long enough and should I had employed enough junior detectives I might have gotten a chance to follow him for more than a week. But not more than a month. What a jittery young man that you have chosen.”

 

The Idea of Romance


There is always a view or essence that we try to insert into Romance. A certain feeling that we would all like to have. The mere idea of there being someone… something out there, which we can call love is a deep held belief within all of us.

This idea of romance drives us and breaks us.
There is a woman in my life… well let me be more clear. There was a woman in my life. She took up nine years of my life and was all I knew about love and romance. She drove me to great heights and great lows. In a way she shattered me only to build me back up. This was her way and in a certain way it was mine.

Now this relationship did not end well. In fact it

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ended in the worst possible way that I could have imagined. Still a lot of this woman went into my protagonist Kaoru. There are so many aspects of her that linger in my mind and soul that I cannot help but to think… Why am I not with her?

What can I do… how can I fix… Anything out there to help me make amends and bring me back into a relationship with her.

Then the truth starts to creep up. The pain… the suffering… the utter mind shattering feelings of what she put me through and what I put her through. And here is where I become afraid.

Yes, this woman I loved… in a way still love… will always love to a certain extent. Scares the daylights out of me. She bores holes where even the mere idea that I have seen her around has caused me to go into a panic attack. And no-one else can even begin to imagine what I go through. They do not know and will not know.

I carry this fear inside.

I carry this love inside.

I carry this romance inside.

And it has lead to my romance novels. A part of me, a part of her are laced throughout the novel. Please enjoy my pain, my suffering, my love, my anguish, my romance.
Jin Okubo
Kaoru In Loves Shadow

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There was just something special about the late December snow. It was not as cold as February, but the slight chill did let you know that winter was upon you. She so loved the cold these days. Whether it was her thoughts on how she was raised or the cold emptiness of winter she loved the solitude of her life. Living solitary in that big house was nothing more than a dream to her, though not one that she imposed on herself but had become used to being in, yet… from time to time it did not feel real. The mere idea that she would need to share it with someone, was beyond her at the moment. Still… she found herself looking at him from across the room every chance that she would get.

He was a squirrel of a man the way he moved in and out of the Starbucks. Still, once a week he would run in and order the same double shot of espresso and vanish out the door. Such uniqueness was to be admired in a time when people tried so much to fit… in.

What the hell could have him in such a rush? He was in and out of sight so fast that her thoughts were still forming as she watched him. There was little to the room to be admired, and having this distraction was one of her little joys. Taking a look around the room she would see the boring, the plain, and the utter useless cardboard cutout humans that made up society.

To her left, without even turning her head, she knew who was sitting there. The rancid smell of cigar smoke stung her sensitive nose. If she were to turn her head, she would have seen the grotesque representation of a human being as the man sitting there. Had she bothered to look there he would be in the same tired shirt. Part of his gut lifting the bottom of his shirt, a shirt that was never really meant to be worn untucked. But this man wanted to make a statement. What that statement was, well no one really knew.

Still had she bothered to get a side glance in there he would be sitting a café latte with a glaze doughnut. The doughnut itself being half devoured through a gaping hole that he called a mouth. Lips so trained that even though there was no smoking allowed, they still held firm to a cigar. He would light the beast as soon as he was out of earshot from the yuppie know-it-alls who had nothing better than to try and force others to live a certain way. In a way she admired the slob of a man for standing up for some semblance of freedom. At least he was not hiding the person that society as a whole cared not to see. With so many out there being fake in one sense or another it was becoming difficult in today’s world to see true life from the fiction which we perceive.

As she headed towards the line to place her order Kaoru’s eyes caught a view of one of the yuppies, which she detested so, rights for all as long as the yuppies approve of those rights, cancerous beings sitting in the chairs and tables across the room from her. It was an amazing sight to see. The paleness of her skin was clearly meant to give the sign of health. Yet, there was a certain view, which some would see as this woman being nothing but a plague on society. Her clothing nothing more than draped fabric over a school skeletal display. Everything about her was a complete contradiction to the idea of health.

That sad excuse for a woman had been standing in front of her as she prepared to order. Her order was as confusing as the idea of this person coming into a Starbucks for a drink. Excuse me, I will be having a soy, non-fat, decaf, macchiato, and make sure that it is a natural no sugar mocha powder. The order still burned in Kaoru’s mind was nothing less of disgusting, vile, putrid thing to order. That was not the end of the pain, which Kaoru had put up with. The sorry imitation of a human had actually turned around and faced her, all to give a reason for such an order as if anyone else in the world would care for what reason she had ordered such a thing.

You know we can never be too careful about what we order. I usually do not order such a high calorie drink but today I am cheating. Promise not to tell? I’m Jenny by the way.” The woman spoke without a care in the world. She wanted to be seen as much as she wanted to be the image of what the world should strive for. All that Kaoru could do was smile, as her upbringing would not allow for the tongue lashing that this woman needed.

A soft breath of relief left Kaoru’s lips as the woman walked to the other end of the counter to pick up her drink. Making sure to take the extra time needed for that Jenny to sit somewhere, Kaoru ordered her straight black coffee, Peruvian blend. Taking great care as to avoid eye contact with that Jenny woman, Kaoru picked up her coffee and headed to the seat that she now occupied.

Robert, as she would later learn his name, was right on time when she had spotted him. Ruffled hair and clothing that could do with a bit of ironing, he would walk in a slightly brisk pace. His head would swivel back and forth watching the room, but not really looking at anything or anyone. Kaoru, always liked the way that he would jerk back at the point of almost bumping into someone else, but still going so far as to apologize to the other person and at one point a table. There would be a need for this man to get out of the city and live a little. Kaoru had to get to know him but how? The simple idea of sitting next to him and talking with him would have worked, had he ever taken the time to sit and drink his coffee rather than heading right out of the door with drink in hand.

What could his work be? It would be preferable to find out what is his back story before I go and put myself in any danger. I should call Bill and see if he would like to earn some cash. He did used to do freelance work like this for dad. After all he is not that old. What… fifty next year? Oh need to get him a present, something other than a tie.

Her mind raced with ideas and preludes to the work that was ahead to learn about this man that interested her so. It was all that she could do to keep from stalking him like the prey that he was. Though the idea of doing so did make her chuckle into her coffee. He apparently had already taken the role of the mouse. All that she had to do was to go ahead and take the role of the hawk and he would be hers. But there would be time for games later in life. She would have to see if he was worthy to put up with her and her ways. The games would test his resolve and ensure that he was not after just the carnal things in life. He would have to be smart and be willing to test his wits as well as his limits.

It would be just a waste of time to try. Just look at the way he walks around the room. He is so afraid that even a slight mis-step, and he would crash to the ground… even better. This is the chance to build the man that will be worthy of my love. I have wasted months with men, who turn out to be worthy. I was lucky to find their troubled spots at just the right moment. Now I have the raw clay to build a man.

BK Rivers


3-d-rainingdownrulesRaining Down Rules by BK Rivers

Book Blurb:

Jemma Bowers hasn’t kissed anyone in over a thousand days. She knows—she’s counted.

For twenty-year-old Jemma, rules are not meant to be broken…even if she’s the one who created them. Friendships have boundaries, relationships mean trouble, and don’t even get her started on sex. Haunted by the death of her mother and her father’s abandonment, Jemma finds herself hungry for something meaningful and permanent, but is afraid of what may happen if she pursues it.

Jordan Capshaw can’t fight his addiction. Not even if it will cost him his career…

When Jemma finds Jordan drunk and barefoot in the street, she convinces him to get in her car. Aside from the fact he’s the lead singer of her favorite band and pretty much the rock star of her dreams, she quickly realizes his addiction is a monster neither of them can control.

Who knew choosing between a rock star and a fireman could be so difficult?

Emotions run high as Jemma soon finds herself caught between the troubled rock star and her growing affections for Vic Harper, a swoon-worthy firefighter from her past. But when her grandmother passes away, leaving her with no other family, Jemma’s world falls apart.

To save herself from further heartbreak, she risks it all by breaking her own rules, and putting her heart on the line.

After all, the heart just might be the biggest rule breaker of them all.

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What Reviewers Are Saying:

5/5 STARS: I loved each of the characters and stayed up for two nights reading this story. I just could not put it down needing to know what would happen next!

5/5 STARS: BK Rivers has the talent to pull you into the story right from the start and make you feel like you know the characters first hand.

5/5 STARS: The story is very fast paced. It definitely sucks you in and demands you read more of it. A couple pages quickly turns into 100!

4.5/5 STARS: The story is tense and angsty. I was crying with the characters at times because I was pulled in, feeling their anger, their pain, and their grief. Raining Down Rules is a well-written emotional journey

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BK Rivers grew up riding through rolling fields of grain on horseback, driving hay trucks and catching frogs in a silver creek. She traded country life for the big city when she married the love of her life, but the heart always returns to the country.

BK, her husband and three children live in the Phoenix suburbs on their own mini farm surrounded by crowing roosters and the low nicker of horses. When she’s not writing, she can be found baking anything sweet, in fact it’s been said her brownies are so good they save marriages.

The inspiration for her novels comes in many forms, but mostly from her Gotye channel on Pandora. She writes young adult and new adult novels to the beat of Gotye, Snow Patrol and many others.

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 Why did you decide to write in your genre? I naturally gravitate towards contemporary romance because I truly enjoy the journey the characters go on during the story. I love watching the evolution of relationships and how they break down only to be rebuilt near the end. And, I would be lying if I said I don’t enjoy the happily ever after—as long as it’s not rushed and feels natural.

What motivated the story of the Book? Music is one of the driving force behind any of my novels. For Raining Down Rules, I had a thought one day that involved a stoned rock star walking barefoot down a street at night. In this thought, there was a girl driving home who come across him. I started to wonder what would happen – would she try to help him? Would a relationship form out of her efforts? And with these questions, the story was born.

Intro to Characters:

Jemma is a twenty-year-old cautious woman who has dealt with a lot of heartbreak in her short life—her mother’s death at a very young age and then her father’s abandonment, not to mention a secret she’s kept since she was seventeen.

Jordan is the lead singer of White Shadow, a famous rock band and gets by on the next drink, next high or the next great lay. He’s reckless and fighting the demons of his past who haunt him at every turn.

Vic just wants to take Jemma out on a date. A fireman who also helps his parents run their farm during his time off, he’s a guy everyone can depend on and the one guy who may just break through Jemma’s defenses.