Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Don't Miss out ~~ Huge Giveaway











I CAN’T WAIT FOR SUMMER
ROMANCE READS GIVEAWAY


Summer doesn’t officially begin until June 21, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get a head start on it with a romance reads giveaway! You could win a 6-month gift subscription to Kindle Unlimited, a Kindle Fire 7, Amazon gift card, or one of three ebook prize packs.

(Sponsored by the 35 authors listed below)

Alina K. Field • Ann Everett • Anne McClane • April Fire • Ashlee Price • Bethany-Kris • Carrie Pulkinen • Debbie White • Denise Jaden • Donna R. Mercer • Isabella Thorne • Jacqui Nelson • Jana Richards • Jeanne St. James • Jo-Ann Carson • Joanne Dannon • Kat Stiles • Kelli McCracken • Kristy Tate • LA Kirk • Marlow Kelly • Michele Barrow-Belisle • MV Ellis • Quinn • RM Alexander • Rose Pearson • S.L. Sterling • Sahara Roberts • Soraya Naomi • Stephanie Queen • Sydney Aaliyah Michelle • Victoria Saccenti • Weston Parker • Willow Rose • Aileen Harkwood

Our event includes a book fair with 17 FREE ebook downloads available during the event, a store full of Kindle Unlimited romances, and even a bonus giveaway!


Monday, April 2, 2018

Indie Addicts in Los Angeles












2018 begins with a great event, Indie Addicts in LA. I'll be signing all three volumes of the Destiny Series. Tickets are live. Follow the link for more information. indieaddicts.com/ 

Friday, March 30, 2018

Jaffareadstoo.blogspot - Interview













Hi Victoria, thank you for spending time with us today. Tell us a little about yourself and how you got started as an author?


First and foremost, I want to thank you for inviting me to chat with you and your wonderful readers about my works. Truly, this is an honor.


My writing journey began many decades ago. I grew up in a home of avid readers. My parents had an extensive library, from Greek mythology to the classics to modern works. I used to stare at the gorgeous leather bound books wondering when I’d be allowed to peruse the edge-gilded pages. Mom must have been watching, because the moment I learned to read, she placed in my anxious hands my own copy of The Mystery of the Black Jungle. The first volume of the Tigers of Malaysia Series, written by Emilio Salgari, Italy’s beloved writer of adventure fiction. There I was at the age of six, exploring the jungles of the Sundarbans in British India, my exhilarated imagination working at top speed. Subsequently, I wrote fantasies and fairytales to use during playtime with my sister and cousins. 

Growing up I kept a diary and a book under my arm at all times. When I was stationed in London with an international carrier, I returned to writing short stories, my favorite pastime. Some I sent to my mother included in weekly letters, others I’ve kept, and the rest I have lost during multiple moves.

Read more: 

Jaffareadstoo.blogspot - Interview with Victoria Saccenti Author




Tuesday, February 6, 2018

The Fish Tank, by Maria Elena Alonso-Sierra





Critics are raving about The Fish Tank and other Short Stories, by Maria Elena Alonso-Sierra, winner of the Silver/Second place award in the 2018 Feathered Quill Book Award Program for the Short Story category.







"A wonderful collection of short stories. All are engaging and emotional, especially Soul Songs." - Judge at Feathered Quill Book Awards 2018

"The Fish Tank is a gracefully-written, varied collection of entertaining, touching, suspenseful, and thought-provoking short stories. Maria Elena skillfully paints rich scenes and crafts interesting characters. Her prose is vivid and distinct. You will not want to miss this collection!" - NY Literary Magazine.

The Fish Tank is at times fun, exhilarating, haunting and intriguing. The author has done an excellent job of capturing the essence of the short story genre in this fantastic collection --Feathered Quill Book Reviews 

Maria Elena is a marvelous storyteller. She presents her narrative with overwhelming descriptive power and unexpected and surprising twists and turns. Her protagonists are strong and endearing, particularly in her Cuban stories which depict an era of unspoken horrors and frightening scenarios. Each story is engaging, thought-provoking and memorable. This is clearly an author who writes with style and with class.  -Reviewed By Emily-Jane Hills Orford for Readers' Favorite

LOVED this book. A must-read for Floridians, Cubans, women, history buffs, and lovers of good books - Gisela Haussman, author and blogger.






The Fish Tank is available at your favorite retailer:


Amazon International

Amazon Print

KOBO

Nook

Smashwords

iTunes


 

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Secret Santa Giveaway!











SECRET SANTA ROMANCE GIVEAWAY
Get a Visit From Your Author Secret Santas!
December 6-26

Have you been naughty or nice this year? Secret Santa is good with both, and we have the gifts to prove it. Enter the Secret Santa Romance Giveaway December 6 through 26 and you’ll be able to download free gift books from our Santas.


You could also be one of 7 lucky winners to take home Kindles and ebooks up for grabs! Our ebook prize packs even allow you to choose the books YOU want to win.

Plus, shop our Secret Santa Book Fair for your next favorite read and enter our Bonus Giveaway. (No purchase necessary)


This Giveaway is Sponsored by

Allyson Lindt • Alyson Reynolds • Amy Ruttan • Anne Renwick • Anne Stone • April Fire • Ashlee Price • Bea Paige • Beata Blitz • Casi McLean • Christa Maurice • Christine Ashworth • Donna R. Mercer • Elizabeth SaFleur • Helen Scott • J.E. Taylor • Jacquie Biggar • Jen Doyle • Jennifer Vester • Jo-Ann Carson • Joan Reeves • Karina Kantas • Kris Michaels • Laura Greenwood • Lindsey Hart • Lynda Haviland • Marie Booth • Megyn Ward • Melinda Dozier • Michele Barrow-Belisle • Natalie Rios • Phoebe Alexander • R.M. Gauthier • Rose Chapman • S Van Horne • Sahara Roberts • Skye MacKinnon • Stacy Gold • Stella Marie Alden • Traci Douglass • Victoria Saccenti • Aileen Harkwood



Friday, November 10, 2017

RT Convention's Newest Party

May 15 ~ Indie Soiree


Join this amazing group of authors, including yours truly. Expect lots of swags, goodies, and freebies. I will also be signing all three books of the Destiny's Series at the Giant Book Fair. Come to Reno "The Best Little City In the World".


MEET YOUR HOSTS



Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Happy Samhain ~ All Hallows Eve









Happy Halloween

by Robbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire
(Modern English)

Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassillis Downans dance,
Or over the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly horses prance;
Or for Colean the route is taken,
Beneath the moon's pale beams;
There, up on the cove, to stray and rove,
Among the rocks and streams 
To sport that night.


Among the bonny winding banks,
Where the river Doon runs clear,
Where Bruce once ruled the martial ranks,
And shook his Carrick spear,
Some merry, friendly, country-folks,
Together did convene,
To burn their nuts, and pile their shocks of wheat,
And have their Halloween
Full of fun that night.

The lasses feet, and cleanly neat,
More strong than when they're fine;
Their faces happy, full sweetly show,
Hearts faithful, warm, and kind'
The lads say true, with love knots,
Well knotted on their garters,
Some surprisingly shy, and some with chatter,
Cause the girls' hearts to get startin'
Whiles fast at night.

Then, first and foremost, through the cabbage,
Their stocks of wheat are sought at once;
They touch their own, and grasp and choose,
For very strong and straight ones.
Poor fellow Will fell off the drift,
And wander'd through the cabbage,
And pulled, for want o' better shift,
A cabbage like a pigs-tail,
So bent that night.

Then, straight or crooked, earth or none,
They roar and cry all throughout there;
The very little children, toddling, run,
With stocks out over their shoulders;
And if the custard's sweet or sour.

With pocketknives they taste them;
Thereafter cozily, about the door,
With clever care, they've placed them,
To lie that night.

The girls steal away from among them all
To pull their stalks of corn:
But Rab slips out, and plays about,
Behind the very large thorn:
He grabbed onto Nelly hard and fast;
Loud screamed all the other girls;
But the grain at the top of her stalk was lost,
With him that night.

The old guidwife's well-hoarded nuts,
Are round and round divided,
And many lads' and lasses' fates
Are there that night decided:
Some kindly cosily, side by side,
And burn together trimly;
Some start away, with saucy pride,
And jumpout over the chimney
Full high that night.

Jean slips in between with careful eye;
What it was she wouldn't tell;
But this is Jock, and this is me,
She says in to herself:
He drunk over her, and she over him,
As they would never more part;
Till, puff! he started up the hide and seek,
And jean had a sore heart
To see't that night.

Poor Willkie, with his little cabbage,
Was stuck with prudish Mallie;
And Mallie, no doubt, thought it rude,
To be thought a match for Willie;
Mall's nut leaped out with prideful fling,
And her own fit it, inpertinent;
While Willie laughed, and swore by jing,
'Twas just the way he wanted
To be that night.

Nell had the haystacks in her mind,
She puts herself and Rob in;
In loving bliss they sweetly join,
Till white in ashes they're sobbing;
Nell's heart was dancing at the view,
She whispere'd Rob to look for it:
Rob, stealthily, aprised her bonny mouth,
Full cosy in the nook for it,
Unseen that night.

But Merran sat behind their backs,
Her thoughts on Andrew Bell;
She leaves them chattering at their tales,
And slips out by herself:
She throught the yeard the nearest takes,
And to the fire goes then,
And in the darak grabbed for the box,
And in the blue-spell throws then,
Right afraid that night.

And yes she won it, and yes she swore,
It was what she made no joking,
Till something held within the pot,
Good Lord! but she was quaking!
But whether it was the devil himself,
Or whether it was a shadow,
Or whether it was Andrew Bell,
She did not wait on talking 
To ask that night.

Small Jennie to her grannie says,
"Will ye go with me, grannie?
I'll eat the apple at the glass
I'll get free of Uncle Johnnie."
She puffed her pipe with such a column of smoke,
In anger she was so vapouring,
She noticed it not, an cinder burned
Her fine new worsted apron
Out through that night.

"You little scolding woman's face!
I dare you try such sporting,
As seek the foul thief any place,
For him to spy your fortune.
No doubt but you may get a sight!

Great cause you have to fear it;
For many a one has gotten a fright,
And lived and died delirious
On such a night.

"One harvest before the Sherramoor, --
I remember it as well as last night,
I was a young girl then, I'm sure
I was not past fifteen;
The summer had been cold and wet,
And stuff was very green;
And yes a merry harvest home we got,
And just on Halloween
It fell that night.

"Our chief reaper was Rob McGreen,
A clever sturdy fellow;
His son got Eppie Sim with child,
That lived in Achmacalla:
 He got hemp-seed, I remember it well,
And he made little fuss of it;
But many a day was by himself,
He was so sorely frighted
That very night."

Then up got fetchin' Jamie Fleck,
And he swore by his conscience,
That he culd sow hemp-seed a peck;
For it was all but nonsense.
The old guidman reached down the bag,
And out a handful gave him;
Then asked him slip from among the folk,
Some time when no one would see him,
And try it that night.

He marches through among the stacks,
Though he was something frightened;
The dung fork he for a weapon takes.
And hurls it at the buttocks of his horse;
And every now and thee he says,
"Hemp-seed, I saw thee, 
And her that is to be my lass,
Come after me, and draw thee
As fast this night."

He whistled up the Lord Lennox's march
To keep his courage cheery;
Although his hair began to stand on end,
He was so scared and eerie:
Till presently he hears a squeak,
And then a grown and grunting;
He over his shoulder gave a peek,
And tumbled with a stagger
Out of that night.

He roared a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadful desperation!
And young and old came running out
To hear the sad narration;
He swore it was hobbled Jean McCraw
Or hunchedbacked Merran Humphie,
Till, stop! she trotted through them
And what was it but a pig
A'stir that night!

Meg gladly would to the barn have fone,
To win three measures of nothing;
But for to meet the devil her alone,
She put but little faitht in:
She gives the herdboy a little nuts,
And two red-cheeked apples,
To watch, while for the barn she sets,
In hopes to see Tam Kipples
That very night.

She turns the key with quiet twist,
And ovre the threshold ventures;
But first on Sandy gives a call
The boldly in she enters:
A ratt rattled up the wall,
And she cried, Lord, preserve her!
And ran through gutter at the bottom of the dung hole,
And prayed with zeal and fervour,
Full fast that night;

They hoisted out Will with strong advice,
They promised him some fine handsome one;
It chanced the stack he fathomed three times
Was timber-propped for twisiting;
He takes a twisted, old moss-oak,

For some black grusome witch;
And let a curse, and drew a stroke,
Till skin in shreds came trailing
Off his fists that night.

A wanton window Lizzie was,
As cheerful as a kitten;
But, oh! that night among the woods,
She got a fearful settling!
She through the furz, and by the grave,
And over the hill goes careening,
Where three lords' lands met at a rivulet
To dip her left shirt-sleev e in,
Was bent that night.

While ovre a waterfall the river plays,
As through the glen it meandered;
While round a jutting rock it strays;
While in an eddy it dimpled;
While glittered to the nightly rays,
With bickering, dancing dazzle;
While hidden underneath the slope of a hill,
Below the spreading hazel,
Unseen that night.

Among the brackens, on the slope,
Between her and the moon,
The devil, or else an unhoused cow,
Got up and gave a moo!
Poor Lizzie's heart most leap out of her chest!
Near lark-height she jumped;
But mussed a foot, and in the pool
Out-over the ears she falls in,
With a plunge that night.

In order, on the clean hearth-stone,
The porrigers three are ranged,
And every time great care is taken,
To see them duly changed:
Old Uncle Johm, wanted wedlock joys
Since Mar's year (1715) did desire,
Because he got the empty dish three times,
He heaved them on the first fire
In anger that night.

With merry songs, and friendly tales,
I know they didn't weary;
And many tales, and funny jokes,
Their sports were cheap and cheery;
Set all their mouths a'stirring;
Then, with a social glass of liquor,
They parted off careening
Full happy that night.