Pirate Skull Captain with Hat and Cross Bones Clipart Illustration

How to Report a Pirate and Get Them Taken Down for Good (or at least longer than a month).

Helllo! so I’m writing this post because I realized some people might not know how to do this. This, I think, is a better way to do DMCA takedown claims than going through the website owner.

Anywho, let’s get started.

Step One: Find the Registrar

The registrar is the person providing the website name, like Godaddy. These people sometimes also provide the hosting space, but not always.

Go to www.whois.net or https://whois.icann.org/en and enter in the website that has illegally put up your ebook.

It should look something like this:

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Step Two: Contact the Registrar

Most registrars have specific emails to contact if you have copyright complaints (like abuse@ or copyright@)

GoDaddy is a popular one so here’s their email: copyrightclaims@godaddy.com

IF you can’t find the specific email, or they don’t have one, then email their customer service with your copyright claim (google sample DMCA takedown for a good one), they will forward it to the proper person. Assuming you have enough evidence, the registrar will suspend the website until they’ve taken down the offending material (I.E your copyrighted ebook).

Step Three

Wait. Wait a few days (no longer than a week) and if you haven’t heard back, do it again. Using this method I haven’t had to email again, though, as opposed to contacting the website owner, where they generally ignore me. With this method I’ve had a few websites suspended as well.



I’ve never had to do this, because contacting the registrar always works for me. I’m not sure about these websites because unlike WHOIS, which is a widely used database, I just googled these two second ago.

But if you need to, here are some I found.

note: When I used the test website I got three different hosts but when I did my website, I got Bluehost (my host) each time, so I don’t know, maybe the test website uses a lot of different hosts.




STEP 2 & 3 will be the same. Except instead of contacting the registrar, you’re contacting the host.

IMPORTANT TO KNOW: If a registrar or host receives enough complaints about a particular website, they will most likely revoke it from the owner. If you go through the website owner, they’re probably just going to put your ebook back up in a few weeks/months.

Your last resort should be contacting the website owner, because those guys have already proven they’re douchecabobs.

Hope this helps!!


Mary Catherine

It was world bipolar day like six days ago, and I missed it. Which is kind of apropos consider loss of time is symptom of bipolar. In this post i’m going to do what I always do: get really, uncomfortably, open.


Courtesy of: my brain and others.

I think everyone has a general idea of what bipolar is. It’s one of the most stigmatized illnesses out there, though, so that’s not necessarily a good thing.

This is a collective list of symptoms courtesy of the internet, and how I relate to those symptoms.



Mood: mood swings, sadness, elevated mood, anger, anxiety, apathy, apprehension, euphoria, general discontent, guilt, hopelessness, inability to feel pleasure, or loss of interest.

Well obviously some douche just found a mood dictionary and wrote down every single one.

Not really though.

I won’t begin to unravel the wicked web that is bipolar emotions. Some of them feed off others, some of them exist because of what happens with other symptoms (i.e. a behavioral event happens and guilt kicks in, or you can’t fall asleep and hopelessness envelops) but the reality is: some of them just ARE.

Sometimes, you just are sad. You just are mad. There is no reason for the suffering.

Another thing about bipolar moods is that they are amplified. You don’t feel sad, you feel depressed. You don’t feel angry, you feel furious. You don’t feel happy, you feel exuberant. The moods are plentiful, they are in your face, and they are overwhelming to the point of suffocation.


Behavioral: irritability, risky behavior, disorganized behavior, aggression, agitation, crying, excess desire for sex, hyperactivity, impulsivity, or self-harm
 What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever bought? For one person with bipolar, they bought an inflatable balloon worth tens of thousands.

That they never used.

Because who outside the circus would use that anyway?

And that’s just one behavioral symptom of bipolar: impulsivity. It’s not impulsive like getting a new haircut, it’s impulsive like throwing away thirty years of work to join the aforementioned circus, then only realizing after you’re up on the tightrope what you’ve done.

Excess desire for sex sounds AWESOME right? Skip the viagra! But imagine sitting across from someone you loathe, or someone you’ve never met, or someone you find repulsive, and thinking you MUST have sex with them.

That minute.
Or you’ll die.
Nothing else matters but sex.

And then imagine explaining that desire to your significant other.

The best image I’ve found to explain the behavioral side effects of bipolar is this image:
At times I’ve found myself feeling like Mr. Hyde, and trying to reason that side of myself has lead to even more turmoil.


Cognitive: unwanted thoughts, delusion, lack of concentration, racing thoughts, slowness in activity and thought, or false belief of superiority.
 I wrote a scene for my upcoming book, Come To Me, that at the time I didn’t realize was going to be a scene. It was just an attempt to figure out what was going on inside my own head. It is mostly autobiographical, and can be found here: Another Blog Post

I was taking pills I shouldn’t be,  I was fighting with my significant other, and all because I had racing thoughts. I guess I’m trying to highlight that because even though racing thoughts doesn’t sound as bad as perhaps delusions or false beliefs of superiority, it is literally one of the most painful experiences of my life.

As for delusions, that’s an incredibly hard topic for me and I imagine others.  I have my own stories, but I’m going to link to another that I think does a great job of showing the difference in bipolar hallucinations and delusions, and explaining them as well.  This is the story.


Psychological: depression, manic episode, agitated depression, or paranoia
 These are what I think most peeps associate with bipolar: depression & mania. The ups and the downs. Really high and really low.
This always makes me laugh because it accurately explains how one can be extremely manic, but also super depressed–one of the awesome benefits to being bipolar! Most people think with bipolar you’re either one or the other: depressed, or really happy. Sometimes you’re really depressed but have a lot of energy to think about what a piece of shit you are.



Sleep: difficulty falling asleep or excess sleepiness

Are you seeing a pattern here? It’s called bipolar for a reason, the illness is dichotomous in nature, but it’s not an either-or. I think when some people read these symptoms they think “oh, either they’re tired or restless.” Many times these symptoms exist together, and that’s the mindfuck that is bipolar, we exist in a duality.

We can be so tired, but can’t fall asleep. Which brings us down to…


Whole body: fatigue or restlessness

I don’t have much to say about this one, not because it isn’t serious, but because I think it’s self explanatory. I’ve already gone over how you can be both tired and restless

Weight: weight gain or weight loss

This is sensitive because of the way weight is viewed in society. It’s sensitive to me personally, because of what is generally happening when I lose or gain weight. To be honest, I feel guilty. Like I should be doing more for myself, even though at times I feel if it’s out of my control.

There are many things that are out of my control with bipolar, many things I can’t control with the brain, but I can control eating and I do a terrible job of it.
I lose weight for a lot of reasons, and none of them are because I’m getting fit or healthy. The bipolar reason is that I’m getting manic, hyper focused, and losing time, and I forget to eat. It’s not uncommon for me to wake up and then suddenly it’s like six o’clock and “wtf where did my day go?” And if my day is gone then so is breakfast and lunch. And so I tell myself I’ll be better, but it keeps happening. On the opposite spectrum, when I’m manic sometimes I binge eat.
I eat all the cookies.
All the ice cream.
Two sodas.
And one refrigerator full of food.



For others, I know weight gain and weight loss are a side effect of meds, which is uncontrollable. For me, it’s controllable, and so I need to work on it.

Also common: rapid and frenzied speaking
 It’s not coffee, it’s bipolar.




 Okay so I went over the common symptoms, now imagine all of them happening at once!
This was (obviously) largely from my POV.  I’d really like to know what YOU think of your symptoms with bipolar.
PS: Please excuse typos & grammar, I wrote this manicly… ha ha ha.




Body Love #1

Recently I’ve started hating my body.

I only take photos from the neck up.

I know I’m not the only one, not by a long shot.

No amount of compliments could change it.

It’s not about compliments.

Because it’s internal.

But I’m going to change that.

Starting today.

I’m posting a photo.

I tried to pick a photo that made me feel very uncomfortable.

It’s probably pretty obvious.


No flattering angles.

No sucking in.

Just me.

Though let me say, the picture quality could be a bit better!

What are you stories with body love?




I’m lucky.

It’s been a rough couple of weeks.

It’s been a rough couple of months.

It’s been a rough couple of years.

I try to be brave and strong and act like living in pain every day doesn’t get to me, but it does. I’m so goddamn jealous. I’m starting to hate myself, because I hate the things I think. Like, I hate couples getting married on Facebook, because I imagine they have it so easy.


It’s so petty…

But I can’t help wondering if they come home, kiss each other, and just sit on the couch and talk about their day? Is it so easy?

I have to hide certain parts of my day. I can’t say that I nearly had a migraine again. I can’t say that I still have a fever for the fifth day in a row. I can’t say that my day consisted of lying on the couch all day because when I tried to stand up my legs wobbled and I fell. I can’t say these things, because I already said them last week.

It gets old, hearing about how much pain your significant other is in.

It gets old really quick, because it hurts too much for the other to hear.

I’m so envious of these couples I could puke.

And they’re not the only ones I envy. I envy the postman for his ability to walk door to door without fatigue. I envy my doctors for their ability to diagnose and walk away. I envy the stereotypical twenty-two year old, who parties with abandon and doesn’t worry about how the alcohol could affect her drugs or conditions. I envy the person considering a career for its merits, and not whether they’ll care about her disability. I envy until I’m green in the face.

I didn’t used to be this person. I didn’t used to be the one who only saw herself. I know people have their own problems. EVERYONE has their own shit to shovel. But now I see people through green-tinted lenses.

I just don’t understand what the point is anymore.

Why am I in so much pain?

Why did it start so young?

Why 11? Why not 50? Why not 80? Why now?

What is the point? Is there a point?

Probably not.

It’s up to me to create a point.

But I’m too tired to find a reason. My head hurts too much. And I’m envious all the time. Every time I think I’ve found a way to the elusive “healthy,” some new thing comes along and knocks me back.

Tomorrow I’ll wake up and start my day again. I’ll be in pain, my legs will hurt, and if I sit down for too long my joints will creak. I’m twenty-two but I’ve never felt young.

Despite all of this, one thing is clear: I’m lucky.

I’m lucky to be alive.

Each day is a lesson in the rarity of the life. Whether it’s staying up to hear the trees sway in the night breeze, or when my pup rests his head on my thigh, I see the beauty. There is something new and amazing every day; even if it’s so tiny, like finding a new position to sleep on the couch. The opportunities for amazement are limitless in this world. And as far as I’m concerned, I only get one chance at this life.

So, I’m really lucky.

I might be really fucking stupid, but here’s a letter I wrote to my therapist.

I just sent this to my therapist. I might be really fucking stupid for putting this on the internet for everyone to see. Maybe this is going to harm my chances at a job later in life, but I think mental illness needs more awareness. I don’t think people see enough of the daily struggle that those with mental illness go through. We have to put on a brave face because if we don’t we lose out on jobs and our families suffer. I have to lie on the disability form, because I know if I mark “bipolar” no one is going to hire me. People simply don’t understand. Because we don’t tell them. We don’t share our stories because are taught that they are bad, and regretful, and shameful. 

So here goes everything.  

This letter is unedited and pulled directly from my email. All that is changed are names. 

SO, about two weeks ago Name and I got in to a fight (we’re better now) that was born from our frustrations. It wasn’t really anything major, we were just stressed and I wasn’t handling anything well. The point of this is that I did something I never had before, I took prescription pills (my old gabapentin) not as the were intended and when I was upset.

I took a lot, like over 2000 mg.

I did it again the next day because it had made me feel really good, it stopped all my racing thoughts and I felt genuinely content. Not “high” like the opioides made me back when the fibro was bad, just still, if that makes sense.

I had an app with my psych the same week, and Name knew I was doing this, so I stopped until I saw Name. We discussed it, upped my seroquel dose, and I stopped taking the gabapentin, focusing instead on making the seroquel work.

It freaking sucked, but I tried, or I think I did. Seroquel made me tired, but I expected that since we upped it 2x (going from 100 to 300). I had to skip work the rest of the week because I was too tired to get out of bed, but it eventually evened out and I felt better physically. But emotionally I was not getting better.

I stayed off the gabapentin for the week, trying really hard to get used to the seroquel. Then the weekend hit and I just said screw it and got high, since it was the weekend, right?

Now it’s Monday and even though the weekend is over I’ve taken gabapentin all day. I still feel shitty. I don’t know where I am anymore, and I just wrote this scene for my third book:

“I don’t understand what the problem is you  said you wanted me to take pills.”

“Pills that your psychiatrist prescribed, Lenny, don’t twist my words.”

“He did prescribe them.”

I narrowed my eyes, not buying her shit.

“At one point,” Lenny continued. 

“Why did he stop?”

“I don’t like this line of questioning. It’s… decidedly pointed!” 

“Oh no you don’t,” I grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving, and shoved her on the bed. She folded her arms, glaring at me.

“You can’t intimidate me. I know your tricks.”

“I’m not trying to intimidate you, fuck!” I groaned, exasperated. “I just want you to talk to me. Why are you popping pills?”

“Because I don’t feel right! Okay? I don’t know how else to describe it other than it fucking hurts to just be me.” Lennox bit her lip, looking away. I sat down next to her. 

“What do you mean, can you elaborate? I’m trying here, babe, I’m really trying.”

“My brain is just rough, Vic. I love you. I love our life. I love being with you, but I just need a break from me. My brain never stops spinning and the pills Dr. Levinthol prescribed weren’t enough. They’re never enough. I recognize what I’m doing is scary and probably harmful but I just…”

Lennox choked on her words. I never knew what to do when she cried. I felt like a fucking beast trying to hold a petal in my hand. She was fragile. She was my Lenny. 

“Do you know what it’s like to never shut off? To constantly be running? I’m exhausted. There are times when I feel like if I have just one more thought I will literally drop dead from the weariness, but I can’t stop racing. It doesn’t matter,” Lennox laughed, sounding crazed. “I don’t control it! I don’t control the thoughts. They come, tumbling like a fucking avalanche despite the fact that I don’t have space for them inside my brain.” 

Time passed, neither of us talking, as Lenny breathed heavy, fast, and raspy. 

“I know I shouldn’t take these. I should talk to my doctor. All of that. But I’m terrified. I’m terrified they’ll take them away and have me try yet another med. I’ve found something that works. I’ll probably get used to the drugs in a month, but right now I have a break.”

I patted her lightly on the back. “Okay, Lenny.” 

I’m freaked out. I feel like I’m heading for a cliff. I feel manic, but at the same time, I feel like I’ve felt this way for a long time, and doesn’t mania only happen for short bouts of time?? 

Oh, I forgot to mention that the week of my psych app, so two weeks ago, I had two SERIOUS considerations of suicide. So there’s that.

I’m so sick and tired of my brain. I honestly just want someone to knock me out with a horse tranquilizer. That’s why I like taking the gabapentin. Every time I reach that certain dose, my brain just slows down.

As I write this I’m about to go take more gabapentin. I don’t even know what my dose is at anymore. I am so desperate for my brain to shut the fuck up. I feel like a failure, Name. I thought I was doing so well.  


What’s Special is Not Always Black and White or… My Opinion on Grey

Do you remember the first dirty book you read?

What about the first time you watched porn?

I do. On both counts.

I found my first dirty book. Yep, found it. I don’t know if it was dirty divine intervention or what, but the book basically fell in to my palms. I opened it, as any avid reader would, and WOAH WAM-BAM-THANK-YOU-MAM.

This book of course never left my side. I was in junior high and it was my first experience with something so… intimate. I was always someone who loved love. Valentines was (and still is) my favorite holiday. I believed in epic, soul-searing romances. Finding this book felt like fate.

I read it until the pages were tattered.

And then I read it some more.

Some years later I discovered porn, but it was never like my first interaction with the book. The book that opened me up to a world of love, romance, and sex.

Why am I rambling about this? Because Grey recently came out and it’s got me thinking.

A lot of readers espouse that Fifty Shades of Grey was their first book in the genre. The “genre” being romance.

Hot romance.

There are also a lot of butt heads calling FSoG bad (and worse things) and having the gall to call its readers bad along with it.

It’s got me thinking back to my book. The book I read probably wasn’t very good by whatever standards we judge such things. But it was my book. This book is special to me. It opened me up to romance, my favorite genre. Because without love what is life worth?

I think Fifty Shades of Grey turned out to be millions of people’s book. 

As a rule, we should probably practice the rule of Thumper and just keep our mouths’ shut if we don’t have anything nice to say. But if that fails, think back to your book. I’m sure you have a book of your own. A book judged to be not very good but still nonetheless very special.

Author Spotlight: Liz Gavin

Quickly, give me the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

Title: Luck of the Irish

Genre: Romance

Tagline: Hot, suspenseful Romance.

Buy Luck of the Irish on Amazon


Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?

My intended audience for Luck of the Irish is anyone who likes a romantic story with a thought-provoking plot filled with twists and turns.

Connect with Liz on Twitter

What are you currently reading?

I’m reading Forever Torn by Jason Greenfield and The Glade by Harmony Kent.

What famous person, alive or dead, is your spirit animal?

Angelina Jolie – have you seen her husband? LOL

Do you have a favorite author?

It is very hard for me to pick only one author because I have a long list of favorite books so I’ll go with the most classic of all – Shakespeare.

What got you into writing?

The characters who wouldn’t shut up inside my head.

Connect with Liz on Facebook 


If you could go back in time and meet one famous person or legend in history, who would it be?

King Arthur.

What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?

Write and post reviews. That’s true not only for me or other indie authors but for any writer. It helps other people find and know more about our books.

What’s your kryptonite?

In my personal life, I’d say it’s chocolate, but writing-wise it’s my super power – the ability to get distracted very easily, even by my own hyper-active mind. I don’t need the internet for that. LOL

Connect with Liz on her blog


How did you come up with the title of your book or series?

I’ve always like the expression ‘Luck of the Irish’ and I wanted to write a story set in Ireland so I combined the two motivations.

Tell us a little bit about your cover art. Who designed it? Why did you go with that particular image/artwork?

I designed it myself, as I’ve done with all the covers of my books. I chose the picture because I wanted to convey the idea of innocence (her simple white dress) and hot romance (their provocative pose), at the same time. I added the beams of light effect because I wanted to give readers the idea that Keira and Declan’s love was so intense that it radiated from the pages of the book.


If one of your works were adapted for film, who would you cast for the main characters?

I think Emma Watson would make a great Keira Ashe and either Chris Pine or Zac Effron would be great as Declan Slane. Just saying… LOL

And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize:

As Declan brushed his teeth, he braced himself for what was about to come. Since he had arrived at the safe house, they went over the same routine every night: Keira tried to seduce him or talk him into having sex with her; he refused; she got angry; he got frustrated, and they wound up arguing. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to resist her advances. They were getting bolder at the same time as his self-control was wearing off. It’s a dangerous combination. Besides, according to what they had learned from the police that afternoon, their lives weren’t about to go back to normal any time soon.

I hope she gives me a break tonight. I won’t last too long.

He squared his shoulders and went back to their bedroom. To his dismay, Keira had already fallen asleep. He stood by the bed, observing her. Her breathing was even. She didn’t move a muscle. He scratched his head, got under the covers, careful not to wake her. As sleep eluded him, he stifled the disappointment that crept up on him. That was what I wanted, wasn’t it?

Liz Gavin

Reviews for Luck of the Irish

When I first read this book it was actually the first two chapters in the short story teaser if you can call it that and I loved it. Then, I became an Alpha reader for Liz and I got a weekly Declan fix. 🙂 Declan is such a sweetheart that I spent the remainder of reading the complete book waiting for his happily ever after because how he acts with Keira in the beginning made me fall in love with him. Keira’s character has amazing growth throughout this book going from a very sheltered a little whiny and immature girl to a fierce, finding the solutions woman by the end of the book and Declan supports her every step of the way and does what he can to protect her without wrapping her in bubble wrap. 🙂 Love this story it’s definitely one of my faves because you get it all with this book. I can honestly say it’s not a book you really get tired of if you read it more than once. I can say that honestly because I have read it more than once. 🙂


“Luck of the Irish” is a believable romance, with just enough drama woven throughout. There is even a touch of paranormal, which was a well written addition to the story. Warning to those who are sensitive to violence and/or explicit sex scenes. This novel has both. The tale is set in Ireland, where a young woman is travelling for the first time. She meets two men in particular. One is a good guy, the other is most definitely not. I liked the characters and the realistic dialogue. Though the overall story was predictable, that isn’t a criticism. Happy endings are good.

Buy Luck of the Irish on Amazon


Author Spotlight: Sheri Velarde

Quickly, give me the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

Quest for Redemption, Fantasy/Light Romance

The fate of the realms rests on the hands of an elven princess yet to prove herself and an orphan just learning his powers.

Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?

People who love fantasy, action and romance all rolled into one. It’s a fun, quick read that will hopefully keep them entertained along the way.

Buy Quest for Redemption on Amazon


What are you currently reading?

Right now I am reading On a Red Horse by Monica Corwin and Death & Other Dances by Carla Harvey, one of the frontwomen for the metal band Butcher Babies. I have eclectic tastes.

What famous person, alive or dead, is your spirit animal?

Hmmm… tough questions. Maybe Jim Morrison? Poetic soul mixed with rebel?

Do you have a favorite author?

So many, but the one that got me hooked was J.R.R. Tolkien. I still re-read Lord of the Rings every couple of years. And I am a huge Harry Potter nerd, so J.R. Rowling too.

Connect with Sheri on Facebook 


What got you into writing?

I’ve always scribbled and wrote in a journal. A about 3 years ago a really good friend read one of my stories that I did for fun, liked it and encouraged me to submit it. It was accepted and published, been working and publishing ever since.

If you could go back in time and meet one famous person or legend in history, who would it be?

J.R.R. Tolkien. He got me interested in fantasy and I would love to talk to him about his world creation and creating his own languages. Fascinating!

What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?

Leave a review. Reviews are more helpful than readers know! Maybe share with their friends or recommend on Goodreads. For small authors, word of mouth is key.

Buy Quest for Redemption on B & N


What’s your kryptonite?

One of my friends write fanfic and got me into it. Harry Potter fanfic being my favorite. I will go in meaning to read one chapter and then I’m 5 chapters in and behind on my own writing. It’s so addicting.

How did you come up with the title of your book or series?

I always try to look at the theme of the book. There is an actual quest in Quest for Redemption, but redemption is also a main theme, some characters do redeem themselves and others do not. It seemed like a good fit.

Tell us a little bit about your cover art. Who designed it? Why did you go with that particular image/artwork?

Victoria Miller designed my cover. She is amazing. I asked for strong, beautiful elven princess and that is what I got.


If one of your works were adapted for film, who would you cast for the main characters?

Kate Beckinsale as Zanna, Ian Somerhold as Will, and Jason Isaacs as Anali, the bad guy.

Connect with Sheri on Twitter


And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize:

Zanna stood, stunned into immobility. While with Alana, she would have to travel the human way. The thought slightly annoyed her, yet fascinated her at the same time. “I do not travel by vehicle, so I will be forced to ride in yours.” She could still smell and see the fear in Alana, so she tried to lighten the mood. “You know I have never actually ridden in a car before.”

“Really?” Alana seemed shocked.

“I have never had the need. I simply come and go in this world when I want. I usually arrive and leave the very spot I wish, and there is never a need for me to travel from place to place while in this realm. Not to mention I find the transportation of humans to be quite slow and cumbersome.”

Nonetheless, Zanna elegantly bent her long frame into the passenger side, slightly curious to see why many humans loved their cars so much. Sitting inside one, she felt rather cramped and uncomfortable, and while it was a fast means of transportation for a human, she didn’t understand what was so special. Maybe one had to be human to fathom why vehicles fascinated them so.

Alana very nervously started her car and began to pull out. “Aren’t you going to put your seatbelt on? We don’t want to get pulled over.”

“Excuse me?” Zanna had no idea what the sprite spoke of.

“The human law enforcement requires all people within a vehicle to wear a seatbelt.” She pointed to the belt around herself.

As she pulled the belt and fastened it like Alana’s, Zanna asked, “What is it for?”

“Protection in case of an accident. Stops you from flying through the windshield,” she explained.

“How curious. You know it is completely unnecessary for me. But if it will keep human law enforcement from interfering, so be it. The less I have to deal with humans, the better.”

The drive to Alana’s home did not take as long as Zanna expected, especially considering she was used to arriving in places almost instantaneously. She actually found the trip rather interesting, seeing the human world in a way she had never experienced before. The tall metal buildings and the harsh exteriors held a beauty to them in their angles and order that she had never realized before. While she could never give up the open airiness of the magical realm, viewing this realm as a human gave her some insight into humans and their nature.

Alana pulled into the parking lot of a very tall and nice-looking apartment building. She turned off her car and Zanna could see that she was once again trembling.

“What are you going to do to me and my mother?” She spoke so quietly that a mere human would have had a hard time hearing her.

“I am going to gather information. The more I hear about how little you know, the less inclined I am to punish you. I would like to know why you and your mother, who have magical blood, cannot enter our world. It is your birthright. If you cannot enter our world and have not been allowed those privileges of being two-natured, then I cannot punish you for not following our laws.” Zanna tried to smile and reassure Alana that she meant her no harm. Judging by the look on her face, it worked. Zanna had been told before that when she smiled at humans and stared directly into their eyes they believed whatever she said. It came in handy when questioning them before erasing their memories.

Alana took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. Zanna attempted to follow, but forgot to take off the seatbelt and found herself still restrained. To her surprise, Alana giggled, and after a moment, so did Zanna. That shocked her even more. She rarely laughed, let alone giggled like a young girl. Kalan had been right saying that something was up with her tonight; she definitely was not herself.

Sheri Velarde

Author Spotlight: Karen Porter

Quickly, give me the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

I have two books: ‘After Dark’, is an adult poetry collection based around love, lust and sex… Everyone has a sexual side to them, some more naughty than others.

‘The Broken Butterfly’ this is a small collection of heartfelt, emotional and painful poetry, describing the effect domestic abuse had on me.

Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?

Mostly adults, everyone has a sexual fantasy or a secret dirty mind, After Dark is perfect to explore that side of you or just for a giggle over drinks with the girls, perfect for hen/bachelorette party gifts. Although The BrokenButterfly is quite sad and dark, I think a lot of teenagers go through some of the emotions that are in this book, it’s definitely educational and shows they’re not alone in these feelings and thoughts.

What are you currently reading?

I just finished the ‘Hush Hush series’ and would like to read The Girl on the Train.

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What famous person, alive or dead, is your spirit animal?

I’d say mine is singer ‘Sia Furler’

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Do you have a favorite author?

I’d have to say my close friend ‘Jeanette Laura Odom’ she also writes poetry.




What got you into writing?

I started writing short stories as a child, horrors and murder mysteries mainly, then after an experience of living with domestic violence I started writing down how I felt and it naturally formed itself into poetry.

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If you could go back in time and meet one famous person or legend in history, who would it be?

Michael Jackson, he was so talented


What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?

Tell everyone about it, quote and share it everywhere they can.

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What’s your kryptonite?

Swizzler candy, ie, love hearts, Parma violets, chewits, refresher bars


How did you come up with the title of your book or series?

After Dark was an obvious name, after dark is adult time, no kids.

The broken butterfly, was chosen because a woman, a life, is as beautiful as a butterfly but was broken and ruined by the actions of someone else.

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Tell us a little bit about your cover art. Who designed it? Why did you go with that particular image/artwork?

Both covers were done by me, on my iPhone, I cut parts out added colours etc

The butterfly is plain and simple yet beautiful and after darks art is non offensive, not exploitive and simple.



If one of your works were adapted for film, who would you cast for the main characters?

Kirsten Stewart would be good in the broken butterfly.

And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize:

The Broken Butterfly

Sweaty palms

Face shocked to white

Can’t hide in daylight

Blood boiling over temperature rising

Hearts beating fast

that everlasting fear
when he creeps near Me

Panic stricken frozen to the ground

Voice in my head saying
‘Girl Your dead’


After Dark

Cold hands touching

 hot skin

 the sweet taste

 of your dirty sin

Heavenly melodies

 Harmonies sing

 sparks dancing

 between our skin

Karen Porter


Author Spotlight: Kassidy Carter

Today’s author spotlight is Kassidy Carter. Kassidy is stopping by to tell us a little bit about herself and her book, Everlasting. Everlasting is already out and ready to be devoured!

Quickly, give me the title and genre of your book and a 30-word or less tagline:

Everlasting is New Adult Romance – You would think it would be easy to write a tagline but it’s kind of hard lol……… Can their love survive?

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Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?

I think the audience is for anyone who likes romance. Just don’t expect a lot of detailed “adult scene” I blush writing them.  I wanted to make a book that most people could read. There is swearing and violence. You should read this book because it’s amazing: D. Well I think its amazing lol. I really love a good love story and Everlasting has that and it has action and a whole lot of drama.

What are you currently reading?

I am also a blogger and I have some ARCs I am trying to read.  I am also reading Confess by Colleen Hoover right now.

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What famous person, alive or dead, is your spirit animal?

I never gave this question a thought hmmmmm…..  I am going to go with Princess Diana

Do you have a favorite author?

J.R.R. Tolkien. He was brilliant.

What got you into writing?

I am going to get a littler personal here. I never really loved to write or read.  I am Dyslexic and struggled with both reading and writing. My love for reading came first. In high school we had to pick out books every month and take a test them. I said what the heck if I have to do this them I am going to go big. I picked Lord of the Rings the Fellowship of the Rings. My teacher was trying to talk me out of it but I wanted to show them that I had this. I devoured the book in a weekend. Went in took the test and passed it with flying colors.  Then I checked out the second book and so on.  Then came the writing. I have a very active imagination.  When I was younger I could come up with some pretty creative stories.  Now I am a stay at home mom, my husband is in the Coast Guard and I wanted to do something with my extra time.  So here I am putting my active imagine nation and my extra time together. While I beat Dyslexia in the ass: D

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If you could go back in time and meet one famous person or legend in history, who would it be?

There are a lot of people I would love to meet. I am going to pick two J.R.R Tolkien and Franklin D. Roosevelt

What can readers who enjoy your book do to help make it successful?

Share, share, share and share…. As the wonder pets say…. Sharing is Caring….

Spread the word about Everlasting and leave reviews.

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What’s your kryptonite?

Fish- they freak me out. I don’t swim in fresh water or salt water. They creep me out to the point of a panic attach. (lol such a weird fear)

How did you come up with the title of your book or series?

It was by accident the title was supposed to be Everlasting Love but my cover designer forgot to add LOVE to the cover when she sent it to me to preview. I loved Everlasting more than Everlasting love so I never corrected her.

Tell us a little bit about your cover art. Who designed it? Why did you go with that particular image/artwork?

I worked with Book Cover By Design they did an amazing job. The cover was premade and I was just looking around there site. I saw it and I fell in love with it. The image caught my eye right away. I am a cover whore and I very picky so when it caught my eye and impressed me right off the bat I knew I had to have it.


Will Hunter be able to keep Payton safe from danger? Or will love get in the way and hurt them both?

If one of your works were adapted for film, who would you cast for the main characters?

Here are the famous people I used for inspiration..

Payton- Lily Collens

Hunter- Matt Lanter

James- Kellen Lutz (I am working on his book now)

Matt- Taylor Kitsch

Keegan- Alexnader Ludwig

Lilly- Hayden Panettiere

Kelly- I don’t really have a person for her. Megan fox always comes to my mind when a character is not so nice.. So I will use her here lol.

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And now, before you go, how about a snippet from your book that is meant to intrigue and tantalize:

“Payton I am going to make mistakes. I don’t like getting close to people. I have never done the love thing. Yes, I have cared about Kelly but I never loved her. I don’t want to be my dad and I am scared that I will be. So please, I am begging you, just put up with me and my douche bagginess.”

I smile at him and bring him close to me.

“We can take this slow Payton, I don’t want to rush it. I want to see where things take us. I want there to be an us.”

I let out a snicker and smile up at him. “It’s a little late for slow don’t you think?”

He kisses my lips lightly, then looks back at me. “I don’t regret last night. Last night was the best night of my life. But until we figure us out, and what we want, there will be no more nights like last night.”

I must have pouted because Hunter busted out laughing. I won’t lie, as Hunter said, it was the best night of my life too. He treated me like I was glass and made love to me. He took his time and explored my body like it was a great treasure and there was gold hidden some place on me. He showed me that I am special. That was up until I woke up alone.

“I understand why you want to wait.” I shy away from him, looking at the ground. “But it doesn’t mean I will be happy about it.” I give him a sassy smile, biting my lower lip.

“You are a brat.” He picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I squeal and kick lightly as he walks his way back to his house. “Put me down Hunter!” I slap his butt to get him to release me.

We finally get into the kitchen where he sets me on the counter, sitting up. He fits in between my legs and places his arms on both sides of me. Leaning in and kisses me, biting my lower lip as he does. I reach to pull him closer, but he breaks away, smiling at me shaking his head no.

“Look, who the brat is now?” I cross my legs and watch him.


Kassidy Carter

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