In need of a great read? Here are two adult novels that I highly recommend for you fans of dystopian and paranormal. They both captivated me for their own reasons.
The first is MUD: The Third War Chronicles by E.J. Wenstrom. It is a dystopian of a very different, very delectable, flavor.
Now Adem will do whatever necessary to keep his new young charges safe, even if it means risking all to get rid of the box. Their saving grace comes in the form of an angel who offers to set Adem free of the box’s magic by granting his greatest desire—making him human.
But first, Adem must bring back the angel’s long-dead human love from the Underworld. In doing so, he will risk breaking the barrier between the realms, a cataclysm that could launch the Third Realm War. To set things right, he may be forced to give up the only thing he’s ever truly wanted…a chance at a soul of his own.
In the cornerstone of the rural south, Brooklyn, Mississippi, no one dares make eye contact with the strange Caibre family. Until the rewards are worth the cost. The townsfolk come, cash in hand, always at night, to pay for services only a Gifted can provide.
No matter the Gifts prevalent in her family, at twenty-one, Tallulah is expected to follow the path laid out for her: marriage, babies, and helping her mama teach the family home school program. She’s resigned to live the quiet life and stay out of trouble…until she meets Logan.
An outsider and all around rebel, Logan doesn’t care about her family’s reputation. Yet after a tragic loss wreaks havoc on the crumbling relationship between the Caibres and the townsfolk, Tallulah must decide if love and freedom are worth risking everything.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Then came a shiny new idea. But it wasn't what I was supposed to be writing. It made me stop and evaluate the turn of my career, and where that turn had taken me so far. More importantly, it made me look at where I wanted my career to go. And I realized I had taken a wrong turn. Don't get me wrong, the detour was exciting, fun, and I learned and grew as a writer. It was a good side trip. But the shiny new idea sang to me, enticed me, then all but screamed at me until I stepped back on the right path. My muse came back, handed me a Rum Runner of my own, and rolled up his sleeves as if to say, "I'm back, baby."
Have you ever taken a side trip with your writing? How did it turn out?