IndieWritersReview’s Music Monday! SpotLight: Artist X-Phaze

Happy Monday Guys and Happy New Years Eve! Hoping you are all having a wonderful holiday. Today is Monday, so around here that means Music Monday spotlight. So I’m showcasing a young Artist called X-Phaze.

tweenscribeQuick Note*** Make sure you stop by IndieReview Behind The Scenes Internet radio this Saturday Jan. 05th as Jamie B Musings and myself chat with X-Phaze!

Check out the details for this great artist below:)

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The Meaning

“X” resembles the unexpected and the anomalous. It is the unknown, the winner of the losers bracket, and the outcast of the incrowd. It is the variable that seems as if it has no vitality yet when the true meaning is discovered it is in fact extremely powerful, leaving a person oblivious of what to expect. “Phaze” signifies the phases encountered throughout one’s daily life that fuse together with the inability to be fazed.

BIO:X-Phaze is a 16 year old unsigned/indie hip-hop artist with miscellaneous styles ranging across the genre-spectrum. He had the honor of winning Hot 97′s “Time 2 Shine” Contest, opening up for Matisyahu + Rehab + Rittz, and performing at the 2012 Bamboozle Music Festival




Different Faces Of X-Phaze

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Review of The Player by Laura Deluca and other stuff!

Hey Guys:) I’ll tell you I have been having a great holiday…I have had more time to do what I love which is read! That’s right, I have been curled up with favorite Snuggie, wrapped around my Kindle, escaping into the best stories! Now although I soon go back to my real daily schedule, I plan to keep up this reading feast as much as possible. But it has been so wonderful to shut myself off and stay up to the early mornings reading…yesterday alone I read…count them…three fantabulous books by some awesome Indie Authors, I will share in the upcoming days my thoughts on each. Plus I have even more reads to consume! Yay! Also…

5.5"X8.5" Post Card TemplateI will let you know, that this evening at 6p.m. Central Time Jamie B and myself will speak with the awesome author of Into The Night Jade Fowler on IndieReview Behind The Scenes! IndieReview Behind The Scenes spks with Author Jade Fowler at 6pm CST Ms. Fowler will speak with us all the way from Australia! How cool:O)

Now, I will admit I have somewhat of a cold, but I will try to be a trooper and go on with the show as Jamie B did when ill the last show…but I will say it may not be pretty:O)  LOL

But on with the show we will go… So make sure you check it out!

Okay, wow…I know you’re saying it’s about time! But I would like to share my review of The Player by Laura Deluca!

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About this author
Laura “Luna” DeLuca lives at the beautiful Jersey shore with her husband and three children. She has been writing stories for as long as she can remember. Old high school friends would tell you she was always scratching in her notebook instead of paying attention in class and the children she used to babysit for always loved to hear her scary stories at bedtime. In addition to writing fiction, Laura is also the sole author of a popular review blog called New Age Mama. She is an active member of her local pagan community, and has been studying Wicca for close to eight years.

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The Player
Joshua Handover had it all. He was handsome, rich, athletic, and had always been popular with the ladies. Yet, until he gets paired up with his beautiful but shy lab partner, Rosa, he never allowed himself to fall in love. As the chemistry between them grows, Josh realizes that his player days have come to end. But it seems his change of heart has come too late. Not only is Rosa leery of his bad boy reputation, he has four vindictive ex-girlfriends who are on a rampage. At first he doesn’t take their threats seriously, but then his tires are slashed, someone tries to poison him, and one of the girls turns up dead. Josh doesn’t know who to trust, but one thing is certain. It definitely isn’t worth the price he’s paying to be a player.
Player tells the story of  Josh Hanover, a high school senior who seems to have it all. He is good-looking, rich, loads of friends and  all the ladies love him. Now this last attribute, Josh takes full advantage of; when the story opens, he is juggling  four, count them four girlfriends. Now, Josh is slightly callous at the story start, really taking on relationships for superficial reasons, almost acquiring a collection, he has the Glam girl, the Goth and more. But soon this changes as Josh realizes his feelings for his Biology partner, Rosa. Rosa is smart, and not very glamorous at all, but in her, there are qualities, that Josh does not realize he is searching for, and he begins to change. Josh, soon goes about ending all the relationships with the others, although in a harsh way. He does it, hoping to make way for a new start with Rosa. During all of this, his best friend Andrea is there, she has been his best friend since they were small in grade school, just friends, she has been the constant through his ever-changing array of girlfriends.  After a bumpy start, Josh and Rosa soon get together, now during all of this, Josh is having migraines, which he has always had. Against the advice of his best friend Andrea, he continues taking Codeine, almost like candy to stop the sickening streaks of pain, that plagues him constantly. The fact that both his parents are doctors, allows Josh to have a steady supply, and coupled with the fact, his parents are workaholics, working double shifts and always away from him. Josh pretty much does what he wants. The story progresses, that soon after he breaks of with the other girls, and of course the break-ups do not go well, there is lots of screaming and threatening from at least three of them. But the worse for Josh is Lilly, the Catholic School girl, who quietly accepts and desires to remain friends. That is the only time Josh, feels a little bothered, but it soon passes, and he and Rosa goes on. Not too much later, Lilly the quiet Catholic School girl is found dead, it is labeled suicide. but her brother, who had not too long after the break up had threatened Josh, is saying that his sister had been murdered. The brother, desires to enlist Josh’s help, basically saying this was Josh’s fault, and this would be one way of making amends. Josh is at first reluctant, but agrees, because prior to that Josh had begun receiving strange, lyrical messages, detailing the scary events that were happening to Josh, one event was that Josh had to be hospitalized because someone had placed rat poison in his migraine medicine. He recovered, but he knew someone was out to get him. The boys continue to investigate, but during that time, another one of Josh’s recent ex-girlfriends had been attacked, and landed in the hospital. The boys continue trying to find the murderer when police refuse to help, they both know they are racing against time. Soon the Player erupts with a surprise ending, that leaves the reader shocked.
Laura Deluca is an incredible writer. I have read several of her books, in different genres, but never am I disappointed. The Player, had me guessing right from the beginning, the atmosphere was thick with suspense from the start. I was nervous about what would happen, because I knew something bad was hanging around. No one could be as callous as Josh, and get away un-scathe. I thought I knew what was happening mid way through, but Ms. Deluca threw in twist and turns all the way to the very end. I felt as if I was on one of those very frightening Amusement park rides. Up and down, through the scary tunnels, Ms. Deluca takes you. Aways well written , fantastic minute description, Player is an absolute thrill fest!

(Encore) Review of Driven by Lisa Nowack

Hey Guys! Thought I would share a earlier review, I enjoyed this read immensely, thought it deserved an encore:O)


About this author
In addition to being a YA author, Lisa Nowak is a retired amateur stock car racer, an accomplished cat whisperer, and a professional smartass. She writes coming-of-age books about kids in hard luck situations who learn to appreciate their own value after finding mentors who love them for who they are.
Lisa has no spare time, but if she did she’d use it to tend to her expansive perennial garden, watch medical dramas, take long walks after dark, and teach her cats to play poker. For those of you who might be wondering, she is not, and has never been, a diaper-wearing astronaut. She lives in Milwaukie, Oregon, with her husband, four feline companions, and two giant sequoias.
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The last thing on 16-year-old Jess DeLand’s wish list is a boyfriend. She’d have to be crazy to think any guy would look twice at her. Besides, there are more important things to hope for, like a job working on cars and an end to her mom’s drinking. Foster care is a constant threat, and Jess is willing to sacrifice anything to stay out of the system. When luck hands her the chance to work on a race car, she finds herself rushing full throttle into a world of opportunities—including a boy who doesn’t mind the grease under her fingernails. The question is, can a girl who keeps herself locked up tighter than Richard Petty’s racing secrets open up enough to risk friendship and her first romance?

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This is the story of  Jess Deland a young woman who is living a difficult life. Her father left when she was young and her mother drinks and will never win parent of the year. Jess works at a job she hates, pays the bills and tries keeping up in school, she is living a life way beyond her years. But things seem to take a turn for the better for Jess; she is given the opportunity to work on a race car and begins to make real friends. Jess also meets a young man and things become even sweeter and more frightening for Jess all at the same time.
I really enjoyed reading this book. This is the second book I have read by Ms. Nowak and it’s just as wonderful as the first time. I enjoyed Driven because not only are the readers introduced to new characters and friends, but also some old friends are brought in, such as Cody Everett and his uncle Race and his girlfriend Kasey! I was so excited at being able to revisit with these characters, as well as seeing them in new situations:)
But I loved Jess, she was strong and resourceful; but I did see the slightly vulnerable side of her, when she was so hopeful regarding believing that “this time” would be different, and that her mother would be serious and remain committed to her sobriety. Jess, simultaneously appeared frighten to believe, and excited about the possibility that it was true!
Ms. Nowak’s writing is clear, concise, strong and flows smoothly…sweeping the reader along through the up’s and down’s of the characters situation. Once again, I enjoyed being swept into the world of stock car racing and seeing it from a female’s perspective is even more thrilling…
This is simply a must read…you will not be disappointed

Brief Review of Wisteria by Bisi Leyton

Hello Guys! I hope you all had a safe and wonderful Christmas! I had a great one, but I am also glad to be back. But while enjoying this holiday, I had some wonderful read time and I wanted to share a quick review of one the books that made the top of my list!

Now this will be a very brief review, and a longer of Wisteria will come in Feb. along with a review of author Bisi Leyton’s second book Myopia and short story paranoia as part of  Goddess Fish tours!

But today I will share Wisteria brief review….(Because I couldn’t wait!:O)

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Bisi Leyton was born in East London in 1978. She grew up in London, Nigeria and the States, listening to the stories life and love from aunts, cousins and big sisters.
She lives in London, but has worked around Europe including France, Germany, Ireland, Belgium and the Czech Republic. She has a fondness for reading graphic novels, and
You can email Bisi on as she would love to hear from you. You can also follow her on twitter at @bisileyton or Facebook at or HOR

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Sixteen year old Wisteria Kuti has two options—track the infected around the Isle of Smythe or leave the only known safe haven and face a world infested with flesh eating biters. But even with well-armed trackers, things go wrong and Wisteria ends up alone facing certain death, until she is rescued by the mysterious Bach. Uninfected, Bach is able to survive among the hordes of living dead.

Eighteen year old Bach, from a race known as The Fami80ly, has no interest in human affairs. He was sent here to complete his Great Walk and return home as a man—as a Sen Son. The Family regard humans as Dirt People, but Bach is drawn to this Terran girl, whom he has never seen before, but somehow knows.

Hunted by flesh eaters, cannibals, and the mysterious blood thirsty group called Red Phoenix, Wisteria and Bach make their way back to the Isle of Smythe, a community built on secrets and lies.bers


Wisteria is the tale of a sixteen year old girl called Wisteria, who lived in a dystopian society. The Governments failed after the Nero disease came amongst humans and infected 80 percent of the population. The infected was basically the walking dead, who eats the flesh of healthy, uninfected humans. These “biters” have overrun society, causing many pods of communities such as the Isle Of Smythe, where those not affected, gathered together behind fence, with armed guards to live.

Wisteria lived in one of these communities with her mother, and brother. Wisteria is trained as a tracker, which means her job was to go out with other trackers, and to “cure” the infected which the only cure was to terminate them.

Wisteria, is out one day, and when attempting to save members of her community who had went into the town which was overrun with infected without permission. Wisteria is separated from her group and saved by a mysterious boy who is part of the Family. The Family is a race of being who lived in a somewhat alternate universe, who are immune to the biters, and who basically keeps humans or who they call terrans, “dirt people” as Thayns, mindless servants.

The Family basically detests humans, and the mysterious boy and his companions were here on earth to watch the humans destroy themselves, but really not realizing why, Bach, one of the Family and the who also was one of the leaders sons, saves Wisteria. He brings her back to his “den” and allows her to remain until it is safe to return to her guarded community. During this time together, the two begin to share a bond, that reflects a stronger union, that supersedes bother their cultures. Many twists and turns happen and secrets are revealed involving the past and present which will affect the future for both Wisteria and Bach.

Wisteria was such a refreshing, unique read! I enjoyed this story so much, I am somewhat wistful, that I cannot experience the reading “for the first time” again. Ms. Leyton’s account has excelled at combining paranormal and science fiction, coming forth with a wonderful elixir of entertainment, seasoned with a dash of enlightenment into a different society and custom. Wisteria’s home before the downfall of society was Lagos, Nigeria which adds a unique and interesting texture to the story.

This was a well written action packed adventure, that kept me glued to my seat, and having me anxious to turn the page to see what happens next! I loved this book so much I read it in one sitting!

Oh my goodness Wisteria was a fantastic read, and I suggest you do yourself a favor and pick up the Next Big Thing!

IndieWritersReview’s Music Monday!(Updates The Voice and X-Factor) Spotlight On Artist Mary Fletcher

Happy Christmas Eve everyone! I hope all is well in your corner of the world. Today is Monday and that means Christmas Eve AND Music Monday! So today I will give the last Voice spotlight of Season Three and showcase another awesome music artist!

Sit back and enjoy:)

200px-The-voice-official-logoWell guys I am very much behind in what is probably already known to everyone else, the winner of NBC’s The Voice season #3. If you might not have been aware, Jamie B Musings and myself had what we  called the Virtual Voice event. Where the object was for both of us to pick a team, then update our readers about the outcome and such. Now I will admit, that in November, I fell behind in my duties of reporting which Jamie did keep the updates going, which just shows how awesome she is, I was not as adept and handling NaNoWriMo and well…anythingelse:O) So Jamie thanks…

But I had updated the last few shows, reporting the final happenings of the season. This is not to say that I will not check in on The Voice this upcoming season and/or X-Factor and report, but I will not make it a permanent fetaure…

So, now I wanted to make sure in closing the Virtual Voice that I eat my humble pie and announce that Team Jamie B Musings is the winner! Her memember Cassadee Pope was name the Voice, being the youngest and first female to hold the title thus far…So congrats Cassadee AND Team Jamie!

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Cassadee is starting out fresh as a solo artist after touring with her pop/rock band, Hey Monday. She plays guitar as well as some bass, drums and violin and prides herself on knowing a “surprising amount of ’80s rock music.” In her spare time, Cassadee enjoys her hobbies of cooking, hiking and writing. Follow Cassadee on Twitter @CassadeePope.

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Future Plans:

Pope is currently signed to Universal Music Group and will reportedly release her upcoming album in the first quarter of 2013. When asked what direction she’d like to take her debut solo album in, Pope responded:

“If you were to take Taylor Swift, make it edgier with a just a little hint of country and make the lyrics a little more mature, that would be the direction I’d like to take.”

Her debut release after her win is her remake of Faith Hill country hit “Cry“.

Hey Monday discography

2008 Hold On Tight Columbia/Decaydance
2010 Beneath It All Columbia/Decaydance
2011 Candles – EP Columbia/Decaydance
The Christmas EP Self-Released

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Tate Stephens names the winner of Season Two’s X-Factor!

Check out some of the behind the scenes events of the last X-Factor! Everything from a little Mario dance…to One Direction! Pop Watch by Emily Rome

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Tate Stevens’ first performance in front of a crowd was on stage with his dad at the young age of 4. He grew up performing in talent shows, church and school choirs and even joined a band in high school, the Dixie Cadillacs.
Place of Birth
Belton, MO

Birth Name

Stephen Eatinger



Fun Facts

Tate Stevens joined The X Factor season 2 where he sang “Anything Goes” by Randy Houser duringhis audition. The crowd, especially the judges, loved his country voice and not surprisingly, he made it to boot camp and eventually to the live shows. He’s part of team L.A. Reid.
In the first live show Tate Stevens sang “I Thought I was Tough” by Craig Morgan.
Tate proved himself a “true cowboy” performing with the Top 13, “Wanted Dead or Alive.” He was also announced as America’s number 1 as The X Factor introduced the voter rankings.
During Diva week Tate Stevens sang “From this Moment” by Shania Twain
In a week to be thankful, Tate gave thanks to his dad andperformed Lonestar’s “I’m Already There.” This was the first week the singer slipped from number 1 to number 2 in the  voter rankings.
Simon Cowell gave Tate advice during the Top 8 not to dance after performing “Somebody Like You” by Keith Urban.
Tate Stevens performed twice during the Top 6. He sang “If Tomorrow Never Comes” by Garth Brooks and “Livin’ On A Prayer” by Bon Jovi which did not impress the judges.
In the Semifinals the country singer performed twice again. This time singing “Baby Fall” and “Bonfire.




“I am a true country artist. I do a little bit of everything in the country genre. I always throw in a little bit of my traditional country roots along with a country and rock edge to it.”
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Mary Fletcher

Mary Fletcher is a singer-songwriter in Nashville. A Monterey High School graduate from Lubbock, Texas, Mary grew up on the Cactus Theater stage. She has delighted audiences all over the nation with her rich voice. Her fans often call her the next Karen Carpenter. She studied commercial music at Trevecca Nazarene University in Nashville before taking time off to work on her music full time with her producer, Gary Morris. Mary plays guitar and piano. She is currently working on an album which will be released in the spring of 2013. The songs on the album were all written or co-written by Mary. Mary’s heart and soul is her music. You can find her music at


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Check out Mary Fletcher’s Baby Its Cold Outside off her EP Christmas Is Here!
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Review, Excerpt, and Giveaway of Bone Dressing: The Dreaming by Michelle Brooks!!

A Bone Dreaming

The time for best friends and midnight escapes to the cemetery Syd calls home is over.

As Syd faces the dangerous mysteries lurking in the shadowed depths of her past, she must sail from the shores of sanity through the rocky waters of the unknown on her journey to the sleeping bones of her next past-life. Caught on a roller coaster ride through mysterious cultures, rogue mercenary pirates, past loves and new-found abilities, Syd must find the strength to listen to her own heart. She must find a way to embrace her destiny, her future … and her past.

Help continues to come through the unlikely team of Sarah and T.J., Syd’s personal time-challenged dynamic duo. Blipping on and off her radar at the worst times, they never seem to be front and center when she really needs them. And Beau … when will she be able to function, to breathe, in his presence? What is her inescapable connection to him? And why can’t he admit his attraction to her?

Off on a race against time, against evil-incarnate, against her own fears and passions, Syd must turn to the strength within. To the strength of Bone Dressing. Bone Dressing: The Dreaming, the second in a series of seven books, will carry Syd and Beau further on their adventure that transcends life itself



Author, adventurer, world traveler, habanero lover, kissing enthusiast. Bone Dressing is my Dark MatureYA Paranormal Romance series of seven novels in eBook and paperback.

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Chapter 1: A Little Catfight with Mother Nature

“Shit! What the hell are you doing?” My body slammed up against the ship’s central mast and bounced off, not slowing down the slightest bit with the sudden change in direction. Immediately I ricocheted against Beau’s chest before crashing right back into the mast, the salt water splashing off the solid wood post, stinging my eyes like a hive full of hostile bees. My eyelids slammed closed in a last-ditch attempt at self-preservation. God, my eyes were on fire! It felt like they were going to burn a hole through my skin and go rolling across the deck any second.

The next wave crashed against the opposite side of the mast, pushing me back from it. But before I could take a breath, arms of steel locked around the post, sandwiching me firmly in-between, in the half an inch of in-between there was, in any case. “Now I know what the God damn ping pong ball feels like! Take it easy, would you?”

“I’m not going to apologize for trying my best to keep you in the land of the living one more day!” Beau’s voice growled into my ear, joined by the roaring of the next gust of wind. Half a second later the next wall of freezing water hit.

“Yeah, well, if you squash the air right out of me, there won’t be anything left to keep alive in any land, living or dead! Besides, who’s bright idea was it to wait until hurricane season to take a cruise through the Caribbean? I told you we should’ve left months ago, but no-o-o-o … we couldn’t possibly do something I suggested, something that actually made sense and might have even lowered our daily serving of stress. Of course not! Do you just lie there in bed at night dreaming up ways to make my life hell? Because you couldn’t do a better job of it if you tried.”

“Dammit, Syd! How many thousand times are we gonna have this same argument? You know exactly why we had to wait until now. So, could we possibly focus on the present and try to work together for five seconds to outrun this storm that is literally breathing down our necks?”

I shifted to look over my shoulder at him, “You are such a …” But just then, the Gulf of Mexico decided to finish my sentence for me, shoving a gallon of sea water down my throat. Actually, it felt like all that cold, salty, gritty water was pushed straight through my body and into my lower intestines. Suddenly I was choking, spewing up saltwater all over myself and gasping for air with everything I was worth. God, please, I’ll never ask for another thing! Just let me suck down one lungful of good old oxygen, even if it was reeking of fish and salt and heaven only knows what else!

And finally payday came … the air hit my lungs like a freight train storming through Chicago on a cold, snowy day. Oh! Never mind, God, I got it!

Once I finally filled up on oxygen, I licked my dry, cracked lips, then grimaced immediately. They were gummy from all the water and grittier than sandpaper. Shit! I wouldn’t need to salt my fries for the next year!

All this time Beau just held on tighter. Which was good in that it kept me from going overboard, but bad in that I could hardly breathe as it was, much less with arms of steel clamped around my chest! Damn, I was sure glad Sarah and T.J. weren’t around right now.

As soon as I caught my breath well enough to manage speaking again, I sputtered out, “That’s rich! I can’t believe you’re gonna stand here and tell me to focus on the present, Mister ‘Let’s take a nice sweet little heart-breaking, gut-wrenching, death-studded journey through time and place’ … and with Satan’s wet dream hot on our heels, no less!”

“Syd, just shut up. I damn sure didn’t schedule this hurricane and if I could have chosen to avoid it, I would have. Sorry to burst your bubble, but Mother Nature’s not on my speed dial, and even if she was, this just isn’t my idea of a good time. There are, in fact, about a thousand ways I would rather spend my time than getting soaked to the bone in a ping pong game between Hurricane Harold and the Atlantic Ocean, especially when we get to be the little white ball. Not to mention trying to save little Miss Sweetness and Life herself while she just pisses and moans about it the whole time like some bratty little five-year-old who lost the top scoop of her ice cream cone.”

“Ungh!” I lifted my foot and stomped back down for all I was worth, praying for gold. And, for the second time in two minutes, I got my wish. “Never, never, did I ask anyone to rescue me, least of all you, you little shit!”

Beau sucked down a groan, shifting closer by shoving my stomach up against the post, knocking the wind out of me in the process. Before I could even swallow down another lungful of air, strong legs straddled my body to avoid any more Syd-missiles aimed straight at his body parts.

Glaring over my shoulder, I spat out, “Dammit, Beau, you got us into this mess! Now get our collective asses out of it and get us to Sydney – Sydney, Australia, that is!”

“And how, exactly, would you like me to do that, Syd? There is a little thunderstorm going on right at the moment, if you hadn’t noticed. So, if we could put this pleasant conversation on hold and try to make it through this, we just might find ourselves back on track to Sydney, instead of at the bottom of the ocean.” He shifted gears on me then, adding, “I’m just glad Sarah and T.J. missed this.”

“Did you know this storm was coming? Is that why they aren’t here now?” I tried my best to sound pissed, but wasn’t sure I succeeded. I really was glad they weren’t here.

“No, Syd. I didn’t. But, I, for one, am awfully glad they aren’t. This is no place for the two of them right now.” Did he really have to stress the “for one” part? Didn’t he know me any better than that? Or was he just saying it like that because he was pissed, and pissed always wants company?

Either way, I hated that placating, judgmental voice of his! I felt those imaginary feathers that were plastered against the back of my neck prickle in response. “Well, no shit, Sherlock! I was complementing you on their not being here, you dumbass.” He deserved worse, but I decided to let him off easy … What can I say? I was still playing catch-up on breathing and my feet kept sliding out from under me on the moving carpet of rain and ocean.

Somehow, I don’t think he saw it quite the same way, though. His voice dropped even lower as he answered right in my ear. “Mm-hmm, yeah. How silly of me. How could I miss that, Syd? You were complementing me … while you called me a dumbass. Of course. It makes perfect sense, for you at any rate.”

Stupidly, I tried to stomp my foot down on his again, but he was holding us too close to the mast now for me to do anything other than scrape my knee … which is exactly what I did, badly. “Shit!”

Mr. Wonderful just laughed softly. “What’s the matter, Syd? Mother Nature won’t let you get another shot of your own in? Now, why don’t we put this stupid argument on the table until later and actually try to help keep this boat afloat, hmm?”

And what exactly could I say to that? Even when it was the last thing I wanted to admit, Beau did have a knack for staying on course, staying focused on the task at hand. And this one, this task, could have used a thousand more hands.

Fine. I let him win the battle. Go, Syd! There was plenty of war left … provided we actually could keep the boat off the bottom of the ocean until the storm called it a day, or we hit shore, or both.

So, for the next thirteen hours we did exactly that. I lost track of how many times I sucked down an Atlantic milkshake … of course, I was the blender … so NOT a good thing.

The good was that I was way too busy to even think about being scared after that. Between grabbing hold of anything and everything, to keeping from being shark bait, to trying to hear the steady stream of commands being barked out from everyone, it was all I could do to keep up.

I pulled ropes that were thrust into my hands when I was told to. I grabbed the mast when Beau yelled for me to do that. I watched waves crash down on us that I knew would haunt my nights for years to come. I lost count of the number of times I asked God for one more breath. And how many times I told Him never mind once I’d found it on my own.

Funny thing was, though, as the wind whipped around me and I stared through the rain into the freezing black water … knowing we could die any moment … all I could see was the raw beauty of it. It took my breath away. It was electrifying, exhilarating, energizing. Sunny days on the beach were great, but they could never begin to compare to the violent attraction of a wild thunderstorm, much less a wailing hurricane! It held me captive in its clutches … willingly so. Kind of like some relationships, I guess.

Another belly gusher came busting over the rail, jerking me back into the here and now. Scrambling wildly for something to grab, anything that wouldn’t go over the side of the ship with me as I was washed towards the rail, a cold stab of terror swept through me. Just before I ran out of boat, I managed to latch onto a pile of rope tied to the rail. I wove my arms through it, clutching it to my chest, praying it wasn’t me who had tied it off.

My feet touched down, but before I could regain my balance, another wall of water came ripping past, knocking me sideways off my feet. I slammed against the rail, clutching for dear life to the ropes, then they were all I could feel. The water rushing back out to the cold, hungry ocean pulled me over the side of the ship in its fury. This stupid, wonderful rope in my arms was the only thing keeping me from being just another fish in the sea, holding me suspended inches above the water, a thankful hangman’s noose of sorts.

Lightning exploded all around me lighting up the sky, its reflection answered back, mirrored in the ocean looming in front of me. A man was staring back at me from just below the surface, only he was so dark I could really only see his silhouette, just hints of the rest of him glinting in the blackness here and there.

Shit! What the hell was he doing out here? And what the hell was I supposed to do now, God dammit?!

Another thunderous clap of lightning illuminated him once again. It glistened on his dark, vibrant skin and shone in the whites of a pair of eyes blacker than that ebony ocean swirling all around them. That’s when I realized that the man was only a boy, maybe 20, 22 at most, not that much older than me. And he wasn’t afraid, he wasn’t even fighting the water. He was just kind of floating there, an arm’s length beneath the surface.

He lifted one arm, beckoning me to him.

Was he fucking nuts?! It didn’t even seem like he wanted me to rescue him. No, it was more like he wanted to go for a little stroll … in the ocean … during a hurricane …

I had to figure out how to pull myself back in and throw something out to the boy to catch hold of all at the same time. I looked away from him long enough to see the rope tied off on the rail, a few extra loops were twisted around it near the top, making the length short enough to keep me from taking a swim with Mr. Whoever-he-was out here.

Okay. If I could just pull myself back up the rope, then I could unloop the extra and toss it over. It looked long enough to cover the distance between the ship and the boy twice over.

But Mother Nature decided to ramp things up another notch. Guess she thought it was time for a little more fun than she’d already been having with me.

The sheer power of the water as it came raging over the side of the ship forced loose the excess coils of rope, taking them over the side and down into the depths of the ocean, dragging me right along with them. My head turned in slow motion as I plunged headfirst into the freezing water, feeling it bite into my body, a thousand tiny teeth tearing into my flesh.

Plummeting downward, the movement of the water suffocating in its strength, all I could see was blackness, nothing but certain death below me. Dark, cold, endless depths, from which there seemed no hope of escape.

I guess Mother Nature’d won our little rope-a-dope. But, then again, if it had really been that, I’d have stood the tiniest chance in hell. Like Muhammad Ali letting George Foreman take his best fifty shots before catching him off-balance, lashing out with all he was worth, and taking home the belt. Aunt Annalise had told me about that, she was a die-hard Ali fan. Kind of strange as she was just a whisper of a thing herself.

Nope, rope-a-dope didn’t even begin to apply here. This was more like a one-sided catfight at best. Yeah, a scrawny little hissing, spitting, litter runt lap kitten facing off against a blood curdling, fang-dripping saber tooth tiger on industrial strength steroids.

Huh! Guess which one I was. Yup. Just call me Toulouse from the Aristocats.

Or, better yet, just call me dead. Cause that was where my happy little train was stopping next. The Syd Express, now de-boarding permanently at platform 3. Not one single person there to even give a hug to, either.

As my head sank into the freezing water, it froze mid-thought. Numbed into stillness with a cold so fierce it burned, a silence so deep it screamed … a fear so complete it would have stolen the breath from the devil himself.


Bone Dressing: The Dreaming is the second book that tells the story of Syd, a young woman who had recently discovered that her affinity for late night cemetary roaming meant more than just being a unique hobby. Throughout her life Syd only felt peace when in the quiet of the cemetery, there she felt she fit in, where everywhere else she did not. Syd had recently discovered the reason why, was because she actually was more than just normal teenage girl, she discovered that she had many past lives and she was on a journey to each past life, where she must learn a lesson, and in that lesson,right a wrong and heal apart of herself. The prominent life was as Rachel, a young woman, very much in love with Jesse, whom she married but he was soon killed soon after she became his bride. Syd discovered as Rachel, she also had given birth to a son, who had been killed by the same evil that stalks her now on her journey. Syd discovered that she also was a shifter, that she can change primarily into the great Eagle; with her greatest memories being when she soared with Jesse. Now here in the present, in Bone Dressing: The Dreaming, Syd/Rachel is coming more to grips with who she is and what she is capable of, and also her blossoming attraction and passion for Beau. In him she is seeing her Jesse, but she struggles against all of this, fighting what is taking place. Syd and Beau are on a journey, sailing down

by the Gulf Of Mexico, where Syd is learning more of her powers, now also shifting not only into the great Eagle but Brown bear, she is learning control, coming to grips with a new “past life: and its lessons, and discovering what she and Beau mean to one another. But during all of this, evil is still fast on their heels.

I enjoyed Bone Dressing:The Dreaming as much, if not more than Bone Dressing, which I loved! Michelle Brooks incredible description, gives a poetic flavor to the story. Reading Bone Dressing: The Dreaming, places the reader  in a state of dreaming; all the surreal, soul lifting events that can occur in dreams, from transcending time, being anything and anyone you want, and loving passionately and forever, is the stuff of dreams. So Michelle Brooks gives the reader this breathless experience through her writing, and her story of the feisty Syd. I look forward to more of the story, I believe my favorite are the scenes when Syd remembers her love for Jesse, it is incredibly passionate, and leaves the reader wishing and wanting the characters to be re-connected, across the expanse of time, but also there is a sense of satisfaction with what is happening with Beau…if only the stubborn Syd would allow it:)

I look forward to the next adventure, this is a must read for those open-minded to allow themselves to be taken on this grand journey. It is full of twist and turns, not a simple re-telling, but an experience.

Review of Into The Night by Jade Fowler

Hello All:) Today I wanted to share my review of Into The Night by Jade Fowler.

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Fantastic employment opportunity.
No experience necessary.
Training provided to successful applicant.
Free food and board also provided.
If you are looking for a challenge in an exciting and active position, please phone…

It sounds like the perfect job, but for Logan any job will do, because he needs one desperately. Told he will be helping to display a unique collection, it isn’t until Logan gets the job that he finds out exactly what he has signed up for. The unique collection is actually a group of supernatural creatures. And to display them, he will have to fight them in an arena for the entertainment of the rich.

Logan thinks it must be a hoax, but when he reaches the estate where he is to work and live, he finds out all he was told is true. Werewolves, vampires and zombies exist, and one day he will have to fight them.

Penny seems to have it all. Not only is she the adopted daughter of Logan’s billionaire employer, but she also has the ability to read minds and see the future. Logan and Penny quickly form a friendship, but they have obstacles to overcome to make it work. Like the fact that Penny knows everything Logan’s thinking.

But Logan’s thoughts aren’t the only thing Penny knows.

Into the Night is a young adult paranormal fantasy novel, suitable for readers 16+. It is the first in a series


Jade Fowler has always had a passion for both writing and reading. At the age of ten, she wrote her first horror story and has been writing ever since. She buys way too many books, watches way too much TV, and loves her dog, Nessie.

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Into The Night’s blurb intrigued me, not only because this story was told from a male’s point of view, but just the entire premise.

I mean the thought of just a compound, where an individual can go and get a job battling the “monsters” It intrigued me. I had never seen anything as of yet with this fresh concept; what immediately came in my mind was Twilight meets Hunger Games…which are my two favorites.

But once I began reading Into The Night it became its own.

It tells the story of Logan, a twenty year old guy who has been on his own for at least a year, only having contact with his grandparents, having being cut off from contact with his parents. Now the reader is left in the dark, (until almost the end)… on why he and his parents are not on speaking terms, but it is shown that it does not seem to be Logan’s choice. So, we see the aspects of his daily life, which seems dismal but realistic. He is a hard worker, doing what he needs to do to survive. I am already very impressed with Logan for seeming so very responsible. But life throws Logan a curve ball and he’s fired from the piece of job he had, which was barely aiding him to make ends meet. His grandparents were willing to help him, but he did not wish to burden them, or have them on the outs with his parents. So Logan began searching for a job in the classified ads and found one that piqued his interest. Logan goes to the interview, and was asked some very strange questions….one being whether he believed in the supernatural? Logan was only told that the job consisted of  a certain private businessman’s “collection” Although what that collection consisted of, was not fully explained. Logan made it through the interview and then was told that there would be another round of deliberations; once the entire process was completed, with special emphasis being impressed upon Logan that he would not have any contact with his family, and that he would be in a remote area, away from all he knew indefinitely, and was he okay with that? Logan being desperate, agreed to the terms and was given the job. So thus began Logan’s journey, where once in this “businessman’s” compound. Logan discovers that the collection were various supernatural creatures that battled recruits, which Logan was being trained as, in sparring events for the enjoyment of clients to Thomas, the man Logan found to be his employer.

So Logan discovers and befriends two recruits that are not as satisfied to remain in the compound and repeatedly attempts escape, Mack and A.J. Through these two, Logan hears of the physic and the witch , who will not allow anyone leave the compound. Soon Logan is drawn deeper and deeper into the daily life of the compound. He befriends Penny the physic and soon is drawn into her intense relationship with one of the former recruits who after a match was turned into a werewolf, Zane. While at the same time Logan  finds himself extremely attracted to one of the “monsters” one of the most dangerous, a vampire called Pepper. So the story continues, and soon a tragedy occurs amongst Logan’s small group of friends and acquaintances, which spars a desperate act amongst the group, that has them on the run and crashing into a startling ending!

I really enjoyed Into the Night, it was not only a fresh take on the paranormal themes of vampires, werewolves and even the Hunger Games and combined these elements into a mixture that is uniquely its own. The story was well written and it had the perfect balance of mystery, adventure and romance. There were several twists and turns in the plotline that threw me as a reader for a loop. Meaning, the characters I believed would get together didn’t, meaning Penny and Logan…but Ms. Fowler did an astounding job in showing the tender and fierce devotion of Zane, the werewolf for Penny. Now at first this slight, I don’t now, “path” that was being taken…rubbed me the wrong way…such as in Twilight, when I fell in love with all in book one, such as Edward for Bella…only to be thrown off by Ms. Meyers, when New Moon did not have Edward…just Jacob! But after all this time, New Moon was my favorite of the series, and so it was the same for Into The Night, with Penny and Zane, I was almost breathless at the end with their romance. Which was not a lot of hoots and whistles, but more a quiet storm, which sucks you in!

The ending had me going…”no…,..don’t you dare do this to me, Ms. Fowler!(The author) But, the twist at the end satisfied me…SOME…now I am waiting impatiently for the next one to find out, what becomes of these characters I have grown close too.

If you cannot tell, I enjoyed this book and encourage you to try this book which I believe will be a “sleeper hit”, a seemingly low-key read that packs a punch!