For The Love Of Coffee (and other more important stuff)

When I was a kid, the worst thing that could possibly happen to you, was biting into a nice piece of chocolate only to discover it was coffee flavored.  Mind you, this may be a German thing since I don’t recall this happening to me past the age of ten or so. I’ve switched countries, but I certainly haven’t cut back on my chocolate intake, so I’ll assume the experience is exclusive to the latter. Point being, I thought coffee was about the most vile thing I’d ever tasted.

But, as is often the case with youthful ignorance, I grew out of it.

These days, a good cup of coffee is a one way ticket to my happy place. If I could, I would guzzle it by the gallons (some days…I probably do) but even though the thought of coffee always sounds inviting to me, I’ve learned to practice a little self-control. However, having said that, coffee is an absurd sort of constant in my life.

We joke, we writers, about our love for coffee, but for some it’s really not all that funny.

As much as we would all love to roll out of bed around noon, roam around the house in our robe and pajamas for an hour before settling down at the computer to put in a solid eight hours of quality writing, for most of us, that couldn’t be farther from reality.

We have day jobs. Children. Spouses. Friends and Family…all of which expect us to be present in the ‘REAL’ world for most of the day, the hours regular people deem important. It’s only after the work is done, the children have been put to bed, the Spouses have been sufficiently sedated with prime-time TV, and the friends and family have gone home to do the same, that we can sit down to write. Some nights (okay…pretty much EVERY night), this is well past a time of day that people would consider to be their most productive.

But…We roll with it. And often, we’re night owls anyway…actually, if people wouldn’t insist on our participating in all of that OTHER stuff, these WOULD be our most productive hours of the day. But…alas…we’ve been up already for fourteen plus hours tending to a gazillion other things and needs and our brains are fried. But we need to write. Not because we have deadlines, but because we NEED to write. It’s in us. It MUST come out.

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Enter Coffee – a little something I like to call my magic writing potion. Doesn’t matter how loopy I’m feeling at ten o’clock at night. I know once I suck down that over-sized mug of super elixir I’ll be set to go come midnight. And while I may not get in a solid eight hours of writing, I can count on at least two. Maybe four or five if I’m feeling really ballsy (cuz you know this chick has to get up with the dogs and kid come seven a.m.)

And while all of this may seem like a ridiculous topic to some, the underlying message isn’t all that stupid. Because it’s not really about the coffee. It’s about the dream. And what you’re willing to do to make it happen.

I’m willing to drink coffee. A LOT of coffee.

How about you?

Have you had your cup today?

Because You Don’t Know What You Don’t Know…When You Don’t Know.

When I first entered this business over two years ago, it’s pretty fair to say that I didn’t know squat about it. It would also be fair to say, that when it comes to learning how to do new things I tend to use an ‘I’ll just wing it’ approach. I know it’s not the smartest way of doing things, but I’ve always had an aversion to being taught things or reading instructions. I’m just not patient enough…so, publishing was no different.

I took just enough time to learn what I needed to to be dangerous. Basically, I was led to the self-publishing page on Amazon…from there, it was really just a matter of a few clicks before I was making a full-blown ass of myself.

My first book was a little non-fiction story about a child’s perspective on losing a parent. I wrote it for a variety of reasons, none of which were an expectation that it would ever make me tons of money. To this day, while it’s still published, I rarely mention it, I certainly don’t try to sell it. Mostly, I just like to think that those who need it will find it and then hopefully not judge me for the multitude of errors I made when publishing it.

Once I realized how easy it was to have a book on Amazon, I was on a roll. All of the projects I had been working on for the last few years suddenly had a place to go. I published my first novel, Country Girls, shortly after. Followed up with Lucky In Love pretty quickly. Both were incredible learning experiences for me and here’s why ~

When I hit publish on both of those books, I never set out to burden the world with an unprepared literary mess. It wasn’t like I just wrote them and uploaded them. No, I did the best I could with the knowledge I had and the funding available. Problem was, they both amounted to ZERO and I was only aware of that regarding the funding.

So, here’s what I didn’t know, I didn’t know…when I didn’t know.

Editing means more than just having someone check for typos and punctuation mistakes (turns out those people are proofreaders and something entirely different than editors).

A great cover requires more than a great graphic artist. There are rules. Starting with the shape (which should probably be a rectangle – as in the actual shape of a book. I know, it seems obvious now!)

Formatting involves things like page breaks and page numbers. The way it looks all neat and proper in my word document is in no way a real reflection of what it will look like on someone’s kindle…let alone in print.

The three most important steps in preparing your book are editing, cover and formatting. After reading plenty of badly written, but well edited and formatted books with awesome covers that sell like hotcakes, I can attest to this as being true. I don’t get it either.

Amazingly enough, while I was quite lacking in all of those areas when I first started, by some miracle I still managed to generate some sales and even some very positive reviews. However, I also wound up with a couple of very harsh responses from readers regarding my book’s shortcomings and those were hard to take…mostly, because I had to learn the hard way that they were right.

In the meantime, I’ve had a chance to learn a great deal about what it takes to be a contender in the world of self-publishing and while I sometimes shudder at the mistakes I made in the past, I’m glad I made them. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here now. And I like where I’m at. More importantly, I’m looking forward to where I’m going as I continue to discover what I don’t know -I don’t know, and use that new knowledge to better myself as an author and publisher.

Basically what I’m saying is this – You won’t know what you don’t know until you do it. So what if you fall flat on your face a few times? That didn’t stop you from learning to walk did it?! Why would you let it stop you now?

Why you should NEVER pay for it…

I’ve recently started participating in a writers’ course as one of the speakers (I say speaker…I guess it’s more of a teacher type of position, but I feel strange saying that since I tend to question if what I have to say qualifies as teaching…so we’ll stick with speaking for the time being because I definitely do plenty of that when I show up).

Now, when I get up and do my thing, my spiel is all about eBooks and marketing, but inevitably I wander off topic as soon as anyone mentions the words ‘publishing’ and ‘paying’. A few years back when self-publishing was still considered a dirty word and the only authors producing their own books were considered fools and full of themselves, sure, they had no choice but to pay for it. But the business has changed, and continues to change, and we are no longer foolish dreamers or pompous would-be-authors who want to see their name in print. We are INDIE authors. Indie as in I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T … as in, we don’t need anybody else because we’re making shit happen for ourselves!

Which is why, companies like amazon and smashwords are doing what they have to, to keep up with us. And which is also why when it comes to publishing your book, you should NEVER pay for it.

Honestly, I thought ebooks were no-brainers. Amazon lays it out for you step by step and all you have to do is follow along to have your book reach the masses within 24 hours. I was less impressed with Barnes and Noble (but that was due to some hiccup in the system and poor customer service), either way, you want to hit the major markets  for kindle and nook – all it takes is a couple of clicks and voila! You’re published. Want to reach even more people? Awesome. Hit up Smashwords and get your book distributed to the whole wide world of online book retailers. Little less simple, but well worth the effort. (Fair warning – their process comes with a handbook…but before you read the whole mess of rules and instructions just upload your file and see what happens. If there are any issues, they’ll tell you exactly what they are and where to find them in their nifty little handbook)

So, yeah, I thought the choices were pretty clear when it came to publishing your eBooks…then I heard about Book Baby and I was blown away! Who is still paying for publishing?? And more importantly, WHY?

Paperbacks are a little trickier…I guess. I mean, so I’ve been told. Maybe the difference between myself and other authors is that I had a budget of ZERO when I started, so when I went about exploring the publishing possibilities available, anything that cost money wasn’t even an option and therefor not  popping up on my radar. In the meantime, my budget has expanded, but I’m still not paying for publishing.

With my first book I went through Lulu. The experience was fine. Overall, I was happy with the results…of course I had nothing to compare them to, so…yeah. Next, I gave createspace a try…and I’ve been with them ever since.

Listen, I’ll be the first one to agree that Amazon is a big fat bully and it’s annoying at times that they rule the big wild world of books, but they know their shit. And they are the first ones to step up their game when the industry begins to shift.  A year ago you could only get your paperbacks with a glossy cover, now you have the choice of glossy or matte. You also had to pay for expanded distribution of your book. And it wasn’t a small per account fee, it was PER BOOK…and let me tell you, that could add up to be a pretty hefty number. Now, expanded distribution is FREE 🙂

I like it…I like FREE a lot!  Which is essentially what I’m saying as I’m speaking to the room full of people who have no choice but to listen at this point and somewhere along the way someone mentions the packages createspace sells for publishing and I’m like – wait, what?! Not because I wasn’t aware of these make publishing easy kits, but because after everything I’ve said I’m still not understanding people’s intense desire to spend their money in the wrong places.

You want to invest in your book – that’s  AWESOME! In fact, it’s kind of vital to the success of your work. However, spend your money wisely. Don’t throw it all at some one-stop-shop because you think it will make your life easier. I mean, it may…but you can get so much more bang for your buck if you shop around a bit.

Find yourself a rocking book cover artist who will create an image for you that not only makes you think – hey that looks professional – but you actually LOVE!

Not sure where to find one?? Let me lead the way…

http://www.amygdaladesign.net/

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http://harperpages.wordpress.com/

http://thebookcovermachine.com/

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Hire an editor (if you haven’t already…I mean, you were ready to publish so I would hope that you’ve considered your editing options, but if you haven’t – definitely spend some money on that!) The right editor is not easy to find…but before I venture off topic, let’s just say I’ll talk more about this another time and move along.

However, I know a few peeps here as well…

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Scared of doing your own formatting? I hear ya…my first attempts were pitiful. In the meantime, I actually quite enjoy it because it’s developed into another creative outlet for me, but I get that it’s not for everyone. No worries…you can get that done by a pro for as little as twenty bucks! Want to throw a bit more money in that direction? You can get yourself an actual interior book artist to not only format it, but fancy it up for you!

Really want your book to stand out from the crowd? Go here ~

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Still got money left over after all of that? Sweet! Go schedule a book-tour! Order some book swag (google it – the possibilities are endless)! And buy a round of drinks for you and your friends – you just published a freaking  BOOK! Go celebrate!! 

 

Don’t be THAT guy…

As a writer who is friends with LOTS of other writers on a variety of social networks, I tend to be exposed to a large number of writing related quotes. Some are brilliant. Some are hilarious…and some make me wonder if I’m doing things wrong.

The thing is, there seem to be a great deal of writers out there who enjoy re-writing their stories. I’m not one of them. I pretty much write the book the way I intend for it to be the first time around. Now, I’m not saying I haven’t ever re-written anything. I definitely have. Usually it’s the parts I forced myself to write even when I knew I was getting off track and needed to step away. Those are also the parts I wrote shortly before my computer fell ill to a near deadly virus – or crapped out on me all together. My point is, I’ve learned to follow my instincts when it comes to writing because I know if I don’t, I not only will end up deleting and re-writing, I’ll also need to buy a new computer because the universe will step in and put a stop to my half-assed writing one way or another.

In addition to the fans of the re-write, there are those who believe that in order to write a good book you have to cut a third of it out after you’re done, as if the masterpiece is hiding somewhere buried within an excess of unneeded words. Well, again, I say…I wrote it the way I meant to the first time. I didn’t add three pages of fluff that had nothing to do with the story…why would I waste my time like that? And I’m not saying I’m in some way a superior writer, quite the contrary, reading these quotes and snippets of wisdom make me question myself and my work over and over again. I wonder if I should be scrapping 2/3 of every first draft. If I should produce at least five versions of the original story before it is even worthy of being read by another human being. I wonder…but I don’t change. And here’s why ~

It will never be perfect.

It’s as simple as that. I could sit down right now and find things to change on a book I wrote two years ago, because really no story is ever finished. The only reason you’ve been able to read it and reach ‘the end’ is because I wrote it there and I made it so. It was a conscious decision and every writer has to make it at some point in the writing process. The key is figuring out when.

From what I’ve seen there are two main types of writers when it comes to making this decision. There are those who write a first draft, believe that it is brilliant as is and proceed to publishing. Don’t be that guy. Nobody writes a brilliant first draft. Even if you wrote every aspect of the story as intended, even if you didn’t add random pages of dialogue that don’t move the plot onward, even if you have a supernatural talent for always writing error free – your first draft is not ready!

Then we move to the other end of the spectrum to the writer who writes and re-writes the same book 25 times and still isn’t satisfied. Don’t be that guy either or your book will never see the light of day…and it deserves to. You wrote it. You poured your heart and soul into it, now get out of the way before your head goes in and makes a big mess of things.

Want my advice? Well, you’re gonna get it either way…

Write your first draft. Write it well and follow your instincts. You know damn well when you are writing crap, so don’t do it. When you catch yourself – stop! You need a break. Step away and come back when you’re ready. In the long run you’re saving yourself a lot of wasted time and words.

Once you’re finished let it breathe for a moment. At least overnight. Then, go through and edit and revise. This is your opportunity to fix anything that doesn’t quite make sense, to flesh things out a bit more where needed or to scrap what you don’t.

Now that you’ve had your say, pass the story on to someone new. Send it out to as many beta readers as you can get your hands on and then sit back and wait.  When every last one of them has read it and you’ve received all of their feedback, open up that file again and have another go at it. This is probably my favorite round of editing because I get to discover all of the mistakes I didn’t know I made while writing because I already knew the story. For example, in my most recent novel there was a scene where my protagonist should have asked about her daughter, only I didn’t think to write that part in until a beta reader pointed it out because naturally, I already knew her daughter was fine 😉 – side note – Beta Readers ROCK!

Now that you’re holding draft number three in your hands, move on to your editor. After it comes back yet again covered in notes and red ink, sit down once more for your final clean up.

Draft five. That’s the magic number. Now you’re ready. Well, as ready as you’re ever gonna be. Some writers recommend sending it through one more cycle with a proofreader, but that would take me to draft number six, which might be fine for you, but I have a thing with numbers  and don’t like six so I would have to skip it and find a way to get to seven…and there’s no way I’m doing that.

Are my books perfect? No. But I’m pretty sure the perfect book has yet to be written, so I’m okay with that. Do I wish some of my earlier works were up to the same standard I’ve been able to achieve with my more recent books? Obviously. And I make continuous improvements when I can because I absolutely agree that it is important to strive for quality. Thing is though, I’m also working on quantity…and there’s no way I’d ever have enough time to tell all the crazy stories floating around up in here if I was still hung up on finding new and improved ways to tell the first one.

Halfway There…

Since I’ve managed to inch my way across the 50% done marker on my word count tracker, I thought it was time I shared a little of my work in progress….Plus, it was either that or no blog post since my writing focus is directed at one thing and one thing only right now…and that’s  SALTY.

Let me know what you think in the comments below 😉

EXCERPT of my WIP

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Pierce took his stance in front of his desk along the back wall.

“I don’t have to tell you how serious this is. I’m sure Finn has explained to you that the Kakumei is still after you and that you and your daughter are at risk as long as you stay here.”

“Yes he has. He also said that they would still be after Amaui. Where are you sending her?” Salty shot back defiantly and Finn had to suppress a grin.

“We’re not sending her anywhere. She’s a police officer. She understands the risks.”

“And I don’t? You forget who raised me, Lieutenant Pierce. I may not be a cop, but I’m just as familiar with the concept of a criminal. Most of our family albums consist of mug shots.”

Salty glared back at both of the men, daring each of them to contradict her. Only one of them made that mistake.

“You’re not qualified to take on the Kakumei, Salty.” Pierce had raised his voice, adding insult to injury.

“And you’re not qualified to tell me what I can and can’t do! Unless you plan on arresting me, I’m pretty sure I’m free to go!” she shouted back. She turned on a dime and prepared to storm from the room when Finn stepped into her path blocking the door.

“Wait.”

“Why?” she hardly believed he had anything worthwhile to offer at this point other than more stupid excuses meant to back up his partner, Pierce.

“I think I have a solution.”

Salty folded her arms stubbornly.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“I’d like to know that, too,” Pierce said, taking a seat on the edge of his desk and looking to Finn with curious anticipation.

“I think we all knew getting Salty to leave the islands and head for the mainland was a long shot.” He turned to look directly at Salty when he continued, “And, I think you know that there’s no way we’re just going to let you sail out of here and hang out on your boat in the middle of the ocean like a sitting duck during hunting season.”

“But –”

“Stop. Whatever argument you’re about to make, don’t. I saw the Salty Kisses after the attack, I met Mao…and I watched you hurl yourself into the ocean, bound and beaten. I know what you’re capable of, but that doesn’t mean that it’s smart for you to be out there on your own. Chick came to us for help. He trusted us. Now you need to do the same thing.”

Salty took a sharp breath in planning to counter him, but when her mouth opened, nothing came out.

“Really? Speechless? Wow,” Finn said, slightly amused. Then he turned toward Pierce.

“She’ll stay with me.”

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New Release ~ ETERNAL NIGHT by Jade Kerrion

Eternal Night ebook

“What makes Kerrion’s writing so compelling is the beautifully flawed characters that find themselves in unexpected relationships…these kind of character level conflicts make Kerrion’s writing so deliciously addictive.”—Noor A Jahangir, Author of The Changeling King

“Everything you want in a great story. Love, intrigue, action, betrayal, and understanding.”—Ch’kara Silverwolf, Author of Daughter of Light and Dark

Alone for a millennium, since a human murdered her beloved consort, Ashra, the immortal icrathari queen, rules over Aeternae Noctis, the domed city of eternal night. Her loneliness appears to be at an end when her consort’s soul is reborn in a human, Jaden Hunter, but their reunion will not be easy.

Icrathari are born, not made. If Ashra infuses Jaden with her immortal blood, he will be a vampire, a lesser creature of the night, a blood-drinker rather than a soul-drinker.

Furthermore, Jaden is sworn to protect his half-sister, five-year-old Khiarra. She is the child of prophecy, destined to end the eternal night and the dominion of the Night Terrors—the icrathari and the vampires.

As Ashra struggles to sustain her crumbling kingdom in the face of enemies without and treachery within, Jaden fights to defend his sister and unravel a greater mystery: what is the city of eternal night, and how did it come to be?

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READ AN EXCERPT

With Tera beside her, Ashra strode forward. A wall of vampires parted to reveal the other two icrathari, Siri and Elsker. A dark-haired human slumped at Elsker’s feet, his wrists cuffed behind his back. Ashra stifled a chuckle. Surely Tera was overreacting; the human was by far the weakest creature in the chamber.

Tera knelt down, wrapped her fingers into the human’s hair, and pulled his head back. The human’s face was handsome enough—the slash of his cheekbones accentuated his perfectly proportioned, sculptured features—but taken as a whole, he was not compelling enough to justify the fuss.

Ashra shrugged. “You’re wasting my time, Tera.”

Apparently undeterred, the icrathari warlord shook the human hard. His eyes flashed open. They were brilliant green, the exact color of the emerald ring Ashra wore on the index finger of her right hand. His gaze was unfocused, and the reflexive narrowing of his eyes matched the clenching of his jaw, hinting of wrenching pain.

Tera looked up and met Ashra’s gaze. “Taste his soul.”

Ashra recoiled, her upper lip curling in disgust. She had no desire to taste a human’s soul. Over the centuries, humans had grown weak, their small lives consumed by superstition and fear. It was better to live on the edge of perpetual starvation than fill her hunger with the pitiful excuse humans called a soul.

“Go deep,” Tera said.

But why? Ashra’s brow furrowed. She glanced at Siri and Elsker, but the two icrathari shrugged, apparently no more clued in than she was. She looked back at Tera. The icrathari warlord known as Ashra’s Blade was the epitome of calm understatement. If she was so insistent, she must have had a reason.

Ashra knelt beside the human. Without flinching, she placed her hand against his muscled abdomen. It was bloody, his flesh ripped by a vampire’s talons.

The man tensed at her touch, and his eyes flared wide with agony when her soul-sucking powers leeched into him. His breath came hard and fast, his chest heaving with the effort as he twisted in Tera’s unyielding grip, trying to break free.

Ashra’s eyes narrowed. The human was weakened—tapped into his life source, she waded through his dazed thoughts and shivered from the echo of each spasm of pain that wracked his body—but still, he fought Tera on the physical plane and Ashra on the psychic dimension, denying her access to his memories and to his soul.

She frowned and slammed her will against his, tearing an anguished scream from his throat, but still, his will did not crumble.

Askance, Ashra looked at Tera. “Did you taste him?”

Tera nodded. “It wasn’t hard the first time; he didn’t know what to expect, but apparently, he does now and is doing a fine job of fighting back.”

Was that grudging respect she heard in Tera’s voice? “Does his soul really matter?”

The icrathari nodded again.

Ashra’s shoulders shifted with the motion of a silent sigh. His resistance left her with little choice. She leaned forward and glided her lips over his in a whisper of a kiss.

Human myths spoke of succubi and incubi—demons that, with a touch, could stir lust in their unwilling victims. All myths were based in reality. The maddening beauty and soul-sucking powers of the icrathari had spawned the legends of succubi and incubi. With a touch, the icrathari could lure their victims into a state of sexual ecstasy, bending the will and baring the soul.

The human tensed against Ashra, resisting the intimate contact. She almost recoiled. Had the centuries dulled her innate powers? Surely she had not forgotten how to lure a man.

She closed her eyes and remembered love.

As always, Rohkeus’s fine-featured face—those beautiful gold-flecked green eyes, so unusual for an icrathari, and teasing smile—came to the fore. With a dreamy half-smile, she deepened the kiss, driving the memory of love before her like a sharpened stake.

At last, the man relaxed, succumbing to the kiss. She leaned into him, heedless of his crimson blood staining her white gown. He was warm, feverish even. Just skimming over six feet, he had more than twelve inches on her, but his physical strength, compared to hers, was puny. She was well aged; over four millennia old, she was the oldest of the icrathari and the strongest. She could have broken his neck with as little effort as a human child snapping a twig.

Her hand trailed across his muscled torso. He made it easy for her to be gentle. His body trembled as if he longed for her. His mouth was hungry for her kiss. He arched up against her, as if craving more. His need was like a living creature, wild and aching for her touch.

Eyes closed, Ashra shivered. Only one other person had desired her as much.

And he was dead.

She forced her way through the memories of pale bodies tangled upon cool silk sheets. When her soul-sucking power leeched out, it found no opposition. Images of the human’s life rewound in a blaze of vivid sights, sounds, and sensations.

Ashra looked up at Tera, her smile little more than a barely perceptible curve of her lips. “He fancies himself the protector of the child of prophecy. Was she among those taken tonight?”

Tera nodded.

Ashra chuckled, the sound without humor. “It’s a pity her genetic heritage wasn’t sufficiently superior to prevent her from being culled.”

“There’s more. Go deep.”

She pushed past the blackness at the start of his memories, expecting deeper darkness. Instead, the colors shifted into shades of ochre and gray. Memories, older than his body, resided in his soul; memories of an Earth long since lost to them—a planet surrounded and nourished by water; images of tall buildings glistening beneath a benevolent sun, and of thriving cities filled with the bustle of humans; memories of quiet and intimate conversations beneath a silver moon, the same silver moon that now graced Malum Turris with its light, though a thousand years older and viewed only from beneath the protection of the dome.

She saw herself as he must have seen her, a much-younger icrathari, still hopeful for the future, never realizing that the Earth they had all known and loved was irretrievably lost. Had she ever looked that vulnerable? Had her smile ever been so beautiful, so filled with love as she looked upon—

Rohkeus?” Oh, blessed Creator, was that stricken whisper her voice?

~*~

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Catch Up With Author TONI SINNS

 

The Blazing Charm Series is about a group of young adults who are not only dealing with getting through their high school drama but also have multiple layers of secrets to hide, along with people to hide from. As the pack connects and grows you learn about how entangled each ones life is with the others. From illegal street races, to blowing up gang cars, all the way to going toe to toe with the mafia this adventure will keep you on your toes. Some calls are just a little to close for comfort. (The final book 4 will be available 2014)
 
 
 
 
 
 

Emotions can run deep in ones soul and poetry can let them surface to
the ears of others. This book is about the deep set emotions, the fears,
thoughts, dreams, and experiences of Toni Sinns. As she walks through
life her view and her life are formed into the collection of these soul
touching poems.

Baby Dragon’s Sound is a young child’s book. It is easy to read and follows the story of how Baby Dragon tries to find its own sound.
(Coming in 2014)






Crystal’s
simple world is turned upside down when a car crash takes both of her
parents away and tosses the young girl in the care of her mother’s
sister. Taken out of the comforts of her country life she is expected to
fit into the busy city world of her Aunt. But when she refuses to give
up her country ways she reminds her aunt what it means to be Dixie
Raised.




(Coming in 2014)



Two more books coming in 2014 are a short story romance titled Fields of Summer and a Paranormal Romance Adventure titled The Black Rose

The Black Rose – After a 50 year long battle of good verses evil the world is destroyed. And for what? Nobody really knows who won the battle. Jasilyn however is determined to stop the destruction even though she holds secrete agendas for herself on her quest. She however is taken back when a random act of kindness drops Ashton in her lap. Ashton wants to join Jasilyn in her quest and after some time she agrees. But Ashton has his own secrets. Will this adventure destroy them both or does facing deathly situations really bring people closer together? 
 
Fields of Summer – Daniel has always enjoyed his summers with his grandparents on the farm. And after his father’s death and his mother’s new man in the city he can’t seem to stay long enough. But this could be his last summer out to the farm. However, this summer has decided to give Daniel a whole new adventure by dropping Tiffany in his world. After Tiffany’s brothers mysterious death Tiffany’s family is struggling and Tiffany just needs to get away. So Tiffany comes to stay a time with Daniel’s grandparents on the farm. Can Daniel help Tiffany deal with her brothers lose? And can Tiffany help Daniel get the courage to tell his mother he isn’t coming home? 



About The Author




Toni Sinns was born and raised in Western North Carolina before moving
to Central Florida in 2011 with the love of her life husband and their 2
dogs. She is currently working on multiple novels in multiple genres
and has many plans for much more. When she isn’t busy having
conversations with the characters in her head she is helping others with
her promotions business Turning The Pages or she is lost in one of her
many joys and hobbies which could include: video games, movies, crochet,
cooking, crafts, reading, or something else she finds to toy with. 


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