Cloud Nine Girl

…an up and coming new novella release just in time for Valentine’s Day.

A Bit About The Book…

Something is wrong with Suze. His memory, his magic, even his muscles have all gone mental. If he’s not careful, the underworld’s version of the loony bin may be his next stop.

Not ready to give up the goat yet—if he had one he didn’t eat that is—Suze sets out to stop the mystical mayhem. Unfortunately, this isn’t a fairy tale, and Suze isn’t Snow White felled by an apple waiting for a kiss. Nor is he Prince Charming.

Nope, he’s just Suze. A destroyer demon stuck without the one person who probably kept him sane for the last eighteen years. Mackenzie Thorne. Or, maybe, just maybe, Mac made him insane, and what was once wrong is now right.

The only thing Suze is sure of—maybe—is that he needs to find the cure. However, with boy wonder memory-less and Mac in California, he’s not even sure where to start.

Of course, once he does figure it out, everything will fall into place like a well designed set of dominoes. Where the path leads, though, is a place Suze never would have expected.

Release Information:

Available February 10 in both e-book and print.
Visit Emi Gayle for full details. You can also check out the book on Goodreads.

Thank you for stopping in! Happy Friday. :0)

A car stalls in the middle of my traffic lane. Two teenage boys get out of the car in the cold, trying to push it to a nearby lot. They can’t make it up the hill, slipping backwards, but they keep trying anyway, until a giant man pulls up on the other side of the road. He gets out of his own car. He directs the next move as he pushes that old car into the next parking lot, giving those boys hope and letting everyone else go home to their families, me trying to get my two babes safe to mine…

…My three-year-old daughter is in tears at her first basketball practice earlier this week. She’s scared to play with the boys. She’s scared she won’t be able to do what everyone else is doing. A high school assistant principal, her bitty basketball coach, bends low as she takes a few steps forward trying to bounce that ball on the court. He cheers her on through her tears and says, Good job Brielle, you’ve got it, now keep going. She smiles and finds her confidence to try again…

…of course this past Saturday night, with the weather forecast warning everyone the worst cold front was about to blow in, I decided to brave the great outdoors anyway, driving into downtown Kansas City. I had friends to meet and the impending birth of a baby to celebrate. Besides, it was only 41 degrees when I started that direction about 6:15 that night.

Living in the Midwest, you never know what you’re going to get. One second the wild wicked witch of the West is riding in on a tornado of swirly dangerous air, and in the next, you look up and think, huh, the birds are singing again, the sun is shining, and wow, is that a rainbow? I really like the color of the sky. :0)

“The weather’s getting bad,” one of the cute girl’s with the curls said staring at her phone nearly three hours later at the dinner table in the restaurant.

I glanced outside for the first time in that whole three hours. I think my jaw dropped a little, my heart started to pound in my chest.  “Can we please get that check?” I asked, raising my hand at the waiter.

21 degrees colder, I wrapped my coat around me and shivered all the way to my car. Ice speckled the windshield but luckily not enough to warrant a serious scraping. I drove through the streets trying to keep my eyes straight ahead and not on the snow collecting along the sides coating the roads. Semi trucks zoomed past my slow speed, but I’d learned years ago, to drive whatever speed made me feel quite comfortable.

It’s hard to shake the cold out of your bones sometimes, that hard chill that sneaks in through your skin and tingles in your toes. It is also hard to shake a sense of panic brought on by memories. Something happened to ease my fears. Something beautiful and shiny, to where I let go of that hard grip on my steering wheel, and I sighed out-loud.

In the oncoming distance on the opposite side of I-70, I saw this band of glittery bright lights staggered in a line. Snow trucks. Giant ones, like a real front of angels with glowing lights and shovels on wheels blowing through the storm. That night, they were my every day angels on a mission to make the city safe for all of us.

So is it really a “Polar Vortex” out there, as CNN terms it, “the worst rush of cold air from the North Poles since Santa?” Maybe. But then if the vortex exists, and Santa exists, then maybe there are also signs out there of angels, too. Maybe simple signs you might see as you look around, sparkling along the street, or the gas station, or the grocery store, and maybe even on the highway, or in the shelters in the city. Keep your eyes open for that simple little miracle. Feel the smile curl up your face as you see it. Feel the laugh threaten to shake your chest.  And above all things, maybe add a sprinkle of believe.

Every day angels exist in all of us, and I do believe we are all in this big wide world to learn and help each other along. So thank you to my Winter Angels, and happy Wednesday all.

…And don’t forget, just  because the One More Day Tour has come to an end, the good news is, the book is still available 🙂

Amazon (Paperback) / Amazon (Kindle) / Barnes & Noble (epub) / Barnes & Noble (Paperback) / Kobo (e-book)

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Wishes give me a giddy feeling. Much like a child, kicking through a field of dandelions, I think wish and I think of rainbows and giggling and having the best and most creative experience in the moment. When I hear the word goal, I think, oh wow, professional woman in a suit typing away thoughts based on the acronym SMART (Specific, Measurable, Action, Realist, Time based) goals. Hmmm…

I do love to wear suits, don’t get me wrong and I do love to fix my hair pretty and look nice, but this year, I’m going in the direction of my heart strings. I’m going for braids, and colors, and all the things that gave me energy as a child. I won’t forget my adult terminology and the power of acting on our wishes and goals, but wish just sounds so much more fun, so wishes it is and here is my list.

This year, I wish …

… for good health for my family and my friends, and especially my dad …

… for an awesome Kindergarten year for my son so he becomes excited about returning in the fall …

…for a growing vocabulary for my daughter so she continues to express herself well and will channel some of the body expressions to full on sentences 😉 …

…to keep up my faith in my writing and finish my novel and maybe even start a second one …

… to finally master that Yoga head and maybe handstand I keep meaning to do …

… to remember how much I love the outdoors, finding an incredible source of inspiration out there in watching the clouds, the sunsets and sunrises, climbing trees, and to go there at any and all opportunities …

And to continue to work on being a better version of myself. To remember I’m growing and changing and sometimes I can’t control what happens, but I can make the best in each one.

So that’s it, my wish list for 2014.

May all of your wishes come true. :0)

One More Day

…and don’t forget to check out Lauren Scharhag’s page today and her lovely review site Blue House Review. She’s supporting me and all the other authors in One More Day by launching a review on her blog for us. Thank you Lauren! You’ve helped me make one huge dream come true. :0)

Happy Monday all!

~Erika

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