L.J. Holmes

L.J. Holmes
In her many Guises.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM NORTHERINGALE

Magic 

is in the Northeringale Air...but unlike 

Brigadoon, we needn't wait for years for the magic to show itself and joy to come our reading way.

Northeringale is a town filled with incredible Christmas Spirit...oh and many a Christmas Miracle.

We've journeyed into Northeringale when we read P&E Award winnging debut novel 

SANTA IS A LADY when it released on December 1, 2010 from the brand new publishing house MUSE IT UP PUBLISHING.

MUSE IT UP PUBLISHING is no longer brand new..although it HAS grown...and this year it is bringing us back to the wondrous world of NORTHERINGALE not ONCE, but TWICE!

Why? Good question. Because this year Northeringale has FOUR new miracles in the works and that's just too many to bring in only ONE story. 

So let's begin with Book Two in the CHRISTMAS MIRACLES SERIES...

Recapping for those who have not found their way to Northeringale...

In Book One...


Angie Brightwell delighted, enchanted, and embraced us with her courage, determination, and ability to rise above the near fatal accident that cost her so much when a car accident, mere days after the 9/11 tragedy decimated the hearts and souls of the world. 

This introduction to Northeringale found its way into the hands of International Best Selling Author 

GLENN KLEIER, author of 

THE LAST DAY and 

THE KNOWLEDGE OF GOOD AND EVIL. Mr. Kleier loved it so much he predicted it would one day become a Christmas Classic...in much the way of 

IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE...One can only hope!

In Book One...Angie, still needing a cane to navigate the changes in her life will becomes our Lady Santa...with 

Beck Cavington, Angie's slightly jaded best friend pushing and shoving her into filling the roll of the man in the red suit when the hired Santa for her Sweets and Treats store is arrested mere days before the big day.

In Book Two we find ourselves getting back into the world of Beck Cavington. WE didn't especially like Beck in book one, but then we really knew very little about why she was the jaded soul she showed us back then. Most of the time in Book One, we wanted to smack her silly for how she treated Angie...but...not all people who are seemingly villainous are totally black with badness. Beck is one who had to develop a thickened shell to protect her inner self against a black that allows no shades of gray to filter through her soul. 

About to turn 35, Beck's mother has been trying for ages to marry her off to any man she, Irene Cavington can control, but now as Beck's 35th birthday nears, Irene is ratcheting up her determination to force Beck into a marriage to a man she can control, no matter what she has to resort to to get the job done. 

MUCH is reveled in THE CHRISTMAS WAR...however there's a new force entering Northeringale that may give Irene a run for her money...literally.

THE CHRISTMAS WAR released from Muse It Up Publishing on December 6, 2013 is already being mentioned for the P&E 2013 Awards. Yep...it's THAT good.

Book Three...I should explain...I never INTENDED writing a series when I brought Angie Brightwell and Cam Drayton to vivid life, making them the first of the new set of miracles in Northeringale with SANTA IS A LADY, but my daughter, herself an award winning, best selling author Kat Holmes of: 

WORKING UNDER COVER and 

THE LIGHTHOUSE, said "Mom, you can't leave us wondering what will happen to Northeringale's people. You HAVE to write Beck's story...and Cam's sister's too!"

Fate has a funny way of stepping in and taking all my good plans NOT to make a series, and shooting them skyward where Santa decided Northeringale needed more attention, and I was the only one who COULD give the proper amount of miracles to that magical winter wonderland. 

As of now, though, Stefanie Drayton, Cam's college level sister, is NOT going to get her story...mainly because Santa and my inner voice Nudge, had other plans.

In Book Three...CHRISTMAS GOES GREEN

Tierney Callahan, a teeny, gifted, very magical midwife, comes home two nights before Christmas, after helping to deliver another Northeringale miracle only to find her home has been invaded by none other than her tiny...SUPER tiny, and irascible leprechaun father. He's somehow glamoured his way into her home. Drunk on poteen, Paddy weaves a story of need...HIS...that she...the daughter he forced onto her mother's side of the family tree when she was four and grew bigger than his clan...(for some reason, leprechauns don't easily accept a half leprechaun child who in a growth spurt starts accidentally stepping on them...at the age of four)...replace the 

pot-of-gold he lost so he can return to Ireland and his clan.

He's her Da, he reasons, so she owes him a miracle. The miracle? She go to Santa and get Santa to replace the pot-of-gold he lost or Paddy's moving in for good.

Martha Brainerd and Chris Krinkle have been mentioned in the previous books, but in 

CHRISTMAS GOES GREEN we learn who they really are...oh...and WHAT they really are.

Three Books...and THREE MIRACLES...Maybe...or Maybe More!

This Series is full of joy, love, playfulness, and giving.

In that Spirit, if you leave a comment along with your e-mail address, you MAY be the winner of a PDF copy of each of these books as MY gift to you...on Christmas Day.

So check out this series, leave a comment along with your e-mail address, and help me spread the best of Christmas...Northeringale...to one and all.

Ho, Ho, Ho.




Wednesday, December 4, 2013

FAIRY TALES CAN COME TRUE: LOVE POTION #9.5 by Kat Holmes brings Fairy Tales ALIVE 12/6/2013

Do you remember the song...it goes FAIRY TALES CAN COME TRUE. IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU?

I never once found a fairy tale character dropping into my lap wanting to play Prince Charming with me no matter how many times I listened to that song and tried to brainwash myself into being "young at heart."

But then I got my hands on an Advanced Readers Copy of Kat Holmes' LOVE POTION #9.5 and Fairyland came to utter, magical, and yes...stinky life for me. Stinky? You ask...uhhhh yeah...Seems flatulence can plague Fairyland...especially when you have a witch like Matilda who suffers PMS. Not a good thing to have with a somewhat forgetful witch who utters things while suffering her "lady issues" but can't remember what she uttered afterwards to undo the consequences of her...uttered words.

Matilda, everyone knows, is not malicious in her word utterances, but when you have to make your hubby sleep outside beneath the sky because his intestinal reactions to Matilda's utterances, singes the hairs in your nostrils...and no one knows what it's doing to the rest of your body...you want ACTION!

Antidote!  The entire breadth of Fairyland is screaming for an antidote. Enter the heroine of LOVE POTION #9.5 Lucy Mixernight, Fairyland's renowned potion maker. The town is screaming...each minute another victim catches Matilda's "utterance" forcing married couples to live apart, families to have some of their children living in the tent outside, while other Fairylanders are exiled to the barnyard edifices...like the chicken coop...the stable...and the stall with three of the smelliest cows you'd ever want anywhere but down-wind from you.

Can Lucy come through and save the day...or will she need help...lots of help from the gorgeous hunk of Traveling Salesman who's just walked through the door of Lucy's store?

LOVE POTION # 9.5 is a delightful romp that will have you laughing so hard you'll find yourself wanting more when you reach the end...Good thing this is Book ONE of the TALES OF FAIRYLAND SERIES from that brilliant weaver of tales, 

Kat Holmes. 

So scurry on over to MuseItHot and place your pre-order for LOVE POTION #9.5 . You will so NOT be sorry.

Happy Reading.

Kat Holmes, by the way, is the author of the following series.

GODS AT WORK SERIES...The Olympian Gods are suffering. Mankind's money issues which means fewer gifts are being left for the gods to continue their elaborate lifestyle. Zeus is not happy about this, but he DOES have lots of children...so off he sends them to find real jobs and continue supporting him in the manner the King of the Gods Deserves. 
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Bk 1. WORKING UNDER COVERS...Aphrodite's Tale
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Bk 2. HEART OF THE QUEEN...Hera's story
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Bk 3. IN DEATH'S ARMS...Hades Story
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Bk 4. CRIMSON WATERS...Poseidon's Story
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Bk 5. DANCES AT DAWN...Apollo's Story
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Bk 6. UNDER THE HUNTRESS MOON...Artemis' Story

THE ARTICA LIGHTS SERIES...Artica is a land of perpetual ice and cold. 

Tichi is its one and only god...and Awni, the queen is his daughter...his CURRENT daughter. Her body is so frigid a touch from her can and does kill those who have been sentenced to death...but Tichi knows his daughter is lonely...so what's a father to do when the law of Artica's Council believes THEY know best? Still as a loving father he has to magically bring a human from our world and time back to the Medieval land of Artica, stirring things up so much like it or not, they are going to change...or all will die.
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Bk 1. FROZEN...Awni is the Queen. The lonely queen who watches her people touching with love and joy. Her touch means instant death...right?
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Bk 2. REFLECTIONS OF ICE...Elric, Awni's first hand man and the man who helped raise her begins seeing things 

in his mirror. Questioning his sanity he's still drawn to the images the mirror shows him...until....that woman inside his mirror needs his help...now!


HEKATE'S WEB SERIES

Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic, witchcraft, the moon, ghosts, and necromancy is the mother behind the genesis of the vampires. What she's up to is anyone's guess, but in allowing the creation of Lilith, one kick ass GIRL-VAMP, she's about to rock both sides of the Vamp word...the Enclave and the True Ones.
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Bk 1. HIDDEN...30 years have passed since Lilith was converted at her brother's Ren Faire wedding. Hidden away like a bad joke, protected by a water demon who hates vampires, Lilith sees a chance to escape her jailer and head out into the night alone. That one choice explodes upon the vamp world. Benjamin, leader of the Enclave, and Montegue leader of the True Ones quickly learn Lilith may be a GIRL VAMP but she can kick male vamp ass without working up a sweat.
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Bk 2. SEEKER...Atu is a general in Benjamin's Enclave. Edeline is the psychic he's gonna kidnap. Why? Well because of Hekate, of course and the immediate need to locate the Orb of Morpheus before the True Ones find it. Will this very dangerous quest kill the kidnapped mortal and force Atu to turn her, or does Hekate have a far more nefarious plot in mind?

There you have all of Kat's series to date. Now tell me true...aren't you glad you're getting in on the GROUND FLOOR with her new TALES OF FAIRYLAND Series? You won't have to do what I so often do...find a book by an author two or three books into a series, love it so much and have to go back and read from the beginning.

LOVE POTION #9.5 is available TODAY for pre-order, but if you really want to wait, it's releasing on Friday, December 6, 2013 from the MuseItHot side of MuseItUp Publishing.com

And Again...Happy Reading. 

Sunday, November 17, 2013

I'M AN AUTHOR..AND THIS IS: THE DAY OF MY SURGERY

Over the years I've learned I am not the only writer who has the need to write 

no matter where we are. I have resorted to grabbing paper towels from a public restroom when the need arises for me to write.

You all know about Nudge, 




my inner nuisance...well Nudge was with me before, during , and after my surgery. Luckily for me there was a tiny pad of paper and an even tinier pencil in my room.

Nudge saw them and wanted me to do 

back flips. Naturally I had to explain the limitations that come with spinal cord surgery. Back flips are NOT on my 

To-Do list for at least six months to a year from now.

I'm not sure Nudge fully understands, but every now and then, my own will is strong enough Nudge HAS to back down...Since I don't want to break my spinal cord, this is one of those times.

Since we could not celebrate like out-of-control lunatics, Nudge compromised. So I grabbed the paper and pencil and let Nudge loose.

Here's what Nudge wanted the world to know about THE DAY OF MY SURGERY.

The waiting...

Arriving early with our heart in our throat and our stomach roiling dangerously, all we want is to get into the waiting room of Entrance D...but 5:00 is a half hour earlier than the 5:30 we were told to arrive for pre-op blood work and EKG. The door is most definitely LOCKED...and the bus we arrived on has zipped off to take the woman we shared our trip with to her dialysis. 

We know it's probably a good thing for the bus driver delivering us early, but now we must walk to the main entrance of the hospital, all the way over there...and of course we left our walker at home. 

Slowly, painfully, we walk there where we're told to plop ourselves down on one of the lobby chairs and wait until someone from D arrives and opens the doors.

Nudge and I have not slept...what good would sleeping do? Wouldn't it give our gut time to spin its evil fingers so we'd have to spend a good hour in the bathroom upon waking?

So we are very, very tired. Should we lean back and shut our eyes here? 

Not a good plan...not when it's only a half hour before part D opens up. Our body hurts, and we are beyond exhausted.

When was the last time we slept? Oh yeah...we got four hours two nights ago. No wonder we're tired.

Fifteen minutes to go. If only we could walk, even a little. We'd walk around and look at the multitude of framed black and white photos showing nurses, doctors, patients, and the rooms they had to work in circa the early 1900's. We can't even arch our back to look at the ones behind us.

What a waste...we really would have enjoyed seeing those pictures. It's history...history of this world we have entered into, hoping the surgery on our spine works.

Of course the operating rooms of today are quite a bit different from those displayed in those pictures.

Finally Section D opens up. The reception lady, relieved by a male Reception operative, sees how hard it is for us to walk when she calls us to follow her down a long inner corridor (Nudge and I are limping REALLY bad) so she rushes into the Admin office to get us a wheel chair...

a  wheel chair minus the place for your feet...and our right foot and leg aren't doing so good. 

We're not complaining though...Sighing relief, we thank the receptionist and give her a half-smile as we lower ourselves into chair. Finally we're heading in the right direction...to Section D! AND riding with having to keep our feet up using our minimal strength was easier than walking the long connecting corridors and doors would have been. 

Happily look around as the receptionist pushes us towards the inner entrance of Building D...(anything to take our mind off of what we're here for...surgery on my back...spinal cord actually... getting operated on sometime this morning)...keeps our mind from dwelling.

That's a scary place to get operated on, the back. We've heard others speak of THEIR surgeries, and scary is mild. 

BUT if it really does relieve the extreme level of pain we've been enduring for just one month and ten days shy of a year,we will gladly kiss the surgeon's feet for the rest of our lives.

The door to D is finally open and we push through. Oh WOW, we silently gasp They have a vending machine with my favorite 



soda in it. Since most places down here carry the OTHER brand, so finding our favorite was cause for joy...and we haven't eaten or had anything to drink since before midnight, so seeing OUR favorite makes our salivary glands glands begin panting. Shame we had to wait until AFTER the surgery before we could indulge. 

Still, seeing our favorite diet cola felt comforting. Was that an omen of good things to come? We chose to believe that.

The receptionist pushed our wheel chair up to the inner window we'd have to sign in at, get our cute hospital bracelets and pay the fifty dollar pre-entry co-pay we both felt was unrealistically HUGE.

One of the band's has a PC code on it! Hmmm, are we about to be sold? Oh geeze...we're a walking...well not-so walking...billboard. Boy would whoever might buy us be ticked off when (s)he learns what a medical mishmash we've become over the years. 

The other bracelet, a yellow one, tells them I need a wheel chair...our third bracelet for allergies will come later.  

We thought we'd be able to  remove our achy butt from that chair once we were signed in. But no...the lab work...MORE lab work. So okay, we wondered again, does that mean the lab work we came here for a week ago failed? Our stomach flipped.

We have no way home if they cancel the surgery this time like they did with the third epidural we were scheduled for four weeks ago. Today's bus rip was made as a ONE WAY TRIP only. 

Oh God! We're such f-ups.

First we have to pee in a cup. Rarely are we able to pee in cups...and we hadn't had anything since before midnight. Where were we to find the pee to squeeze out? How were we gonna convince our pee-er to work?

Cursing a mild blue streak, we wrestled with the hermetically sealed pee cup package...we will say, at least this cup had an attached lip-like handle on it. Hopefully that meant we wouldn't end up peeing on our hand, should our pee-er be cooperative.

So what happened? Here a drip, there a drip...two long minutes later another drip and then enough...just enough to give the hospital vampires what they needed to do whatever it is they do with pee.

Peeing completed we were led to the REAL blood sucking vampire. We have baby veins...hard to believe since we're actually aliens...but that's for another story...back to having baby veins...Because of no fluids after midnight, by the time we arrived at Countess Suckerella's and she's done pulling the red stuff from us, we look like a dribbling pin cushion. 

Hoping we were done with the medical demons, we were wheeled back into the right place to get ready for our surgery. 

A BED this time instead of the oddly designed recliner they had us sit in before the two epidurals and the one the doctor backed out of a little over a month ago now.

Strip, we are told, and put on this thin thing with the opening in the back. Have you ever tried tying those little straps at your neck and mid-back when your spinal cord has been on strike for damned near a year? 

But...wait...now we get to the EKG part.. The nurse quickly dives past the negligible protection offered by the hospital gown and drops these cold, gluey electrode pad thingies on our chest and legs.

No sooner had they been placed, with very determined adhesive, the same nurse starts removing them, scrunching them, before tossing them like a rim shot, into the trash basket across the length of this cubicle. It makes Nudge and me wonder. They throw away a LOT of stuff each day...probably it adds up to more than we make in a month...probably the whole year...but we were still glad they were gone. They ARE cold, and they itch.

A stream of medicos begin marching in and out of our cubicle, one placing what he believed was a perfectly placed IV needle...trust us...it was NOT perfectly placed. 

We did tell you we have baby veins, right so finding a vein they can plunge their needles in leaves us with black and blue marks all over our arms. The drug guy, though promises to move this hurting one soon as we're inside the OR and out. It would be much less painful for Nudge and me that way. We agree.

Time inched on, but finally the guy with the hypo filled with "joy juice" that IS what HE called it...comes in and slips it directly into my blue IV hypo connector. We think we asked "Joy juice," but that's about the last thing we remember, until we woke in the recovery with our back screaming like




an angry banshee, my throat throbbing from the tube they'd stuck down it, and my BP so high we could have fried an SUV on these arms if the numbers translated to Fahrenheit. It was high enough they told us to take deep breaths...NOW! Emergency level high!

Nudge has decided we are NEVER to go through that experience again...but this is day only one...we were in from 5:00 Monday morning all the way through till 5:00 PM Thursday Evening. We have a LOT more to tell.

 So far Nudge hasn't attacked me with the need to tell about THOSE days...but Nudge does cringe every time I place us near the mirror to apply the antibiotic cream to my 

5 inch incision each day. 

As for me...they insisted I have a hospital bed. 

Spatz has claimed ownership...She's my little queen upon her new throne.

I'd LOVE to say I'm pain free...I know in an alternate dimension that OTHER me...is. Boy how I envy the Lin in THAT dimension.

However' since coming home I have managed to get the following books of mine either ready for release as is the case with 

DIAMONDS FROM THE ROUGHAGE that came out this past Friday. Not bad for a lady with a Nudge AND a screaming spine, hip and right leg. RIGHT!

THE CHRISTMAS WAR has been two years in the making but FINALLY we worked out all the glitches so Book Two of my Christmas Miracles Series is about to be released....

Which is a really good thing since right on its coattails Book Three in this series, CHRISTMAS GOES GREEN...Tierney O'Malley thank you for your part in the creation of this book is coming out in December. (Are Nudge and Me on a roll or what?)

Oh and there's also THE END OF TOMORROW coming out in December too.

There you have it 

Ladybug Lin and Nudge's first day at the hospital. Will there be more? You'll have to ask 

Nudge about that!