The Best of The NoteBook Blogairy for 2015!

Image from Radio Valencia San Francisco

Image from Radio Valencia San Francisco

Everyone’s doing a ‘Best of’ list.  I’ll join the bandwagon!  Here are the top 10 posts that many of you came to my blog to read (and re-read).  I’ve removed the two absolute tops – my Home page and my About page.  Adding them into the mix did not seem appropriate.

Without further ado, here are my top viewed posts in the year 2015.

  1. NYC Gluten-Free Party — Lots of Fun!
  2. The E-Squared Way
  3. The Aftermath of Publishing My Third Book
  4. Jewel Me Crazy: My Love Affair with Alexandrites
  5. #IndieRoar 10-Day Challenge: Are You Ready?! (June 1 – June 10)
  6. The #IndieRoar Challenge Winners
  7. #IndieRoar Challenge Time! Are you Ready for June 1st?!
  8. My Journaling: The Greatest Benefit
  9. Cindy Irish’s: The Song That Seduced Paris Book Giveaway + $100 GC
  10. #WriterWednesday Tip: A Strategic Partner — Your Book Editor

By far, the first five were the far and away most read posts for this blog this year.  The second half did well, but not by the same margins as the first five.  It is interesting that number one has nothing to do with writing at all.  Neither does number 2.  Even though, I mention writing in it.

However, overall my top posts are predominately about the writing life, books, some aspect of reading, or readership!  It is only the top 2 that have nothing to do with writing, or reading.  Even more curious?  Several of these posts were not written this year.  In fact, the top 2 were written in 2014.  And, the Q&A with literary agent Jennifer Chen Tran was written last year, as well.

I hope you enjoyed this quick look back.  I can’t wait to chat it up, read it up and live it up with each and every one of you in the next year.

Happy New Year 2016 Pencils

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Merry Christmas!

Xmas Tree 2015

I am with my family.  They are doing what they do best: whine (2-year-old), wander aimlessly while claiming to be getting dressed (19-year-old), playing with his *friends* online in the latest version of whatever gun-game it is (16-year-old).

We’re to pick up the final three gifts we need.  You see it’s a little after 3:00 pm on Christmas Eve.  And stores close when??  In about, 2 hours!

Well, it’s mainly their gifts.  With them being so grown I think it’s best they choose their own gifts.  Therefore, when we get there — we get there.

That’s what this season is all about; relaxing and going with the flow and ebb of everyone’s more relaxed schedules.  Allowing each member of the family to be themselves.  Lying when necessary (to prevent a gift from being detected…).  Like the video below imparts…Family is forever.

Ah!  The sun has come out!  Perfection.  It’s warm.  Our shopping is almost done and we don’t need to wear coats.  This is a blessing on December 24th on the East Coast.  Merry Christmas El Nino!

And, Merry Christmas to you all!

 


 

Recipient of the “One Lovely Blog Award!”

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The NoteBook Blogairy is a recipient of the One Lovely Blog Award!  We were nominated by the blogaliciously wonderful reader trio — Tangled ‘N’ Books!  Thank you Wendy, Tina and Shon for the nomination and mention on your blog!  (After reading your article, I’m waiting for Kill the Boy Band, too!)

ONE LOVELY BLOG AWARD Rules:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
  2. List the rules and display the award banner.
  3. Give seven (7) facts about yourself.
  4. Nominate fifteen (15) other bloggers for the award. [Make sure you notify them of your nomination!]
  5. Display the award banner on your blog and follow the blogger that nominated you (on your favorite social media platforms).

7 NB Facts:

  1. Wrote my first short story in 5th Grade.
  2. Prefer to read genre fiction: paranormal, supernatural, angels, demons, witches, time travel, etc.
  3. Enjoy reading: all kinds of literature.  I explore different genres whenever a great cover, book excerpt, or recommendation passes my way.
  4. Walking in Nature inspires me and helps chase away writing cobwebs in my brain.
  5. My 2-year old daughter keeps me insanely busy! (Sleep?! What’s that!?*@**!?)
  6. I’ve noticed I have some kind of issue with #gluten and am striving to believe it. 🙂
  7. I LOVE to bake.  To feed my habit, I have a brand-spanking new Empire Red Kitchen Aid on my counter!
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The Nominees are…

  1. Margie In Italy
  2. Black.Bunched.Mass.Mom.
  3. Tome Tender
  4. Kayti Nika Raet
  5. Celiac Chef: Melissa Bess Reed
  6. Lilo Abernathy
  7. M. Lemont
  8. Rochelle’s Reviews
  9. Rosanna Leo
  10. The Writing Reader
  11. Pen Paper Pad
  12. Lady Marielle
  13. Madhuri Blaylock
  14. I Am Shelfless
  15. Exile on Peachtree Street

Thanks for stopping by and feel free to visit my blogger friends for some great new ideas, articles, fun and general friendly entertainment!

Ta-ta for now,

NB

What’s Happening with The Fury?

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This is a quick update to let readers of the From Hell series know what’s going on with their favorite 700+ year old demon.  Fury From Hell is not available, at the moment, as I am doing some additional edits to the book and some expansions.  Based upon reader feedback, I wanted to be as attentive as possible and bring even more to the table.  This way, when Demon From Hell (book 2), hits you — you will be ready for it!

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Inspiration for Book 2: Demon From Hell

To find out when, in early 2016, Book 1 will be re-released, and when Book 2 will be released, please subscribe to the “From Hell” series notification list by clicking HERE. (It will take you to my author page rochelleauthor.com).  There will be special discounts and giveaways for subscribers only (and, not just of my own books!).

Please feel free to share any, and all, comments about Fury From Hell and your thoughts!  If you’d like to share your review in the comments below, that would be awesome!  Rock out! 🙂

All the best to each and every one of you & thank you for stopping by!

Warm regards,

Rochelle

Really quickly…

I’m driving myself CRAZY with battening down my grammar lessons.  While editing my book, I am checking and double-checking all the rules, deciding how I feel about the Oxford comma and making sure that I use the words “passed” and “past” correctly.

Do you drive yourself crazy with grammar and the mechanics of writing??!  Please share.

(Yeah, I know you, and I, are not really crazy.  We’re grammarists.  It simply feels like we are a bit coo-coo at times!)

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Wonderfully Wicked Giveaway with C.J. Burright!

She’s an ordinary girl with a nightmare problem…or is she?
Wonderfully Wicked
by C.J. Burright
 
My rating: 5 stars
 
Series: The Dreamcaster Series – Book 1
Publication Date: October 27, 2015
Publisher: C.J. Burright
Genre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy
Print Length: 268 pages
Available from: Amazon


 

 DREAMS CAN BE DEADLY

She’s an ordinary girl with a nightmare problem.

For as long as she can remember, Kalila Montgomery has been tormented by
creatures from her nightmares. Doomed to a solitary life with a herd of
cats, she’s determined to go down fighting. Until the man of her
dreams—literally—kidnaps her and claims to know a cure. If only she
believed him…

He’s not your average supernatural hero.

Lydon v’al Endrian will stop at nothing to be free of the V’alkara, a
dangerous brotherhood who feed on dreams. But the key to his freedom,
sassy dreamcaster Kalila, might be his toughest challenge yet. No matter
how much she protests, he intends to keep her safe from the
V’alkara…even if it requires the ultimate sacrifice.

Their love is forbidden.

Now on the run with a man she can’t quite trust or resist, Kalila must
decide—fight for her dream of a normal life? Or, embrace a power she
doesn’t want to save Lydon?

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The jukebox song ended in a condemning silence. More than a
few customers watched her with suspicion and perhaps a hint of hostility. An
oily man in a dirty leather jacket muttered something to his companion,
glancing at her as if she might be the antichrist.
She pushed at a crumb on the table. “I’m not hungry
anymore.”
“Eat anyway.” Lydon bent his full concentration on devouring
his stew. “You’re too skinny. Whenever a strong gust comes up I expect you to
float away with the leaves.”
In other words, her boobs weren’t big enough. Kalila tore
off a chunk of bread. She stirred her soup in half-hearted interest, the
carrots, potatoes, and peas bobbing in crazy circles. How could she allow her
fascination for Lydon to take root, blossom, and ripen into fond feelings? For
a V’alkara? The man her night vision warned against?
The life of the restaurant resumed with a bright fiddle song
from the jukebox. Alun squeezed her shoulder. The concern filling his eyes made
her cringe. How did he always seem to know what she was feeling?
A low, ominous growl emerged from across the table.
Alun froze. The fine hair on the back of Kalila’s neck
lifted in warning.
Lydon towered above them both. In a snap, her nightmare had
come to life and murder hovered a second away. His voice seethed with
possessiveness. “We’re dancing.”
Before she could object, he shackled her wrist and towed her
onto the dance floor. He hauled her against him and noosed her back with one
arm. His free hand curled around her neck, controlling.
Her mouth went Death Valley dry. She was trapped, and not only
by the man caging her. Her feet had become leaden blocks, her legs wobbling
like wet noodles. What should she do with her hands? Resting them on his
marvelous chest again was a bad idea. Wrapping them around his back would be
the point of no return. She settled for placing her fists on his hips.
“I can’t bear to see anyone else touch you.” The velvet-soft
murmur drifted over her neck. He nuzzled the sensitive area beneath her ear and
inhaled.
Kalila swallowed hard, her skin two sizes too tight. She
wanted to surrender, to sink into him, if even for a moment. To know how it
felt. In ten minutes, an hour, tomorrow she could go back to reality.
His fingertips skimmed her throat and all outside noise
faded into the distance. He tightened his embrace, drawing her closer into his
solid form.
“You win, Lils. I thought I could endure any torture
imaginable, but I can’t take this anymore.” The unsteadiness of his voice drew
her gaze to his. He leaned near until their noses almost met and cupped her
chin. His large, warm hand caressed her spine in a slow path, driving shivers
up and down her body.
Screw it. With a small sigh of defeat, she slipped her arms
around his waist and relaxed into his strength.
Lydon took a sharp breath and his eyes flared, as if he was
surprised. Which made no sense. It shouldn’t shock him to know she wanted him
like every other woman in the world.
“Kalila.” He sounded strangely shaken. He grazed her mouth
with the pad of his thumb.
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I blame my love for reading and all things Medieval on my father, who plied me often with fantasy novels ranging from Sir Lloyd Alexander to Piers Anthony. My love for romance, however, lies completely at the feet of my best friend Michelle, who dared to give me a romance novel for my birthday. I smiled, politely said thank you, and tossed it in the corner, where it gathered dust. In a moment of desperation, when only the revolting romance remained in my almost-always toppling stack of awaiting books, I sucked it up and read the romance. Doomed. I started writing fantasy and paranormal romance for the cathartic experience, decided I liked it, and after two overlong, horribly written novels joined RWA and the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal special interest chapter. Best classes and critique groups ever. Double doomed. Now, writing is a necessity, not just a hobby.In my spare time when I’m not writing or reading or actually working, I might be found in the dojang (4th Dan Black Belt, baby), rooting on the Mariners (who will some day win the World Series), working out (P90X, anyone?), gardening (a little dirt never hurt anyone), or playing Music of the Night on the piano (without mask or cape). I live in Oregon with my fabulous husband and daughter. Not to mention my minions, a herd of cats.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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