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The Lust Garden by Billy Jolie

 I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.

 The Lust Garden written by Billy Jolie

He was alone in the lust garden of his dream. She was coming to meet him. And they would be there together. Forever.”

Gianna Salvani is an actress, an up-and-coming music star and beautiful.

But deep down inside her soul lies fear.

Fear of rejection.

Fear of herself.

Fear of being alone.

Always in the spotlight, she longs for anonymity, yet craves the attention.

Immediately, I identified with Gianna’s character, but not int he way you may think.

I have no desire to be a super star. In fact, I’d loathe the constant attention, the hounding of the paparazzi, the inability to ever be truly alone.

Yet it is her insecurity and innocence that draws the reader in. She is doll-like in appearance, a helpless lamb to the slaughter.

She loves it.

And she hates it.

Life for Gianna will never be “normal”. She is under constant scrutiny.

She simply wants what we all want: to be happy.

I first discovered Billy Jolie via Twitter, as I noticed a post where he was asking for a review of his new novel. I confess, it’s taken me awhile to read and review, not because I wasn’t intrigued, but as you know, I often bite off entirely more than I can chew book-wise. At the time, I was reading another novel for review, as well as my regular 5 or 6 books I read for pleasure alone. What can I say? I’m a multi-tasker like that. Or maybe just insane? I prefer to think of it as “keeping my plate full”. I like to read a variety of books: e-books on my Kindle, unpublished manuscripts for editing, books of poetry, theories of writing, short stories…..

So you can see how I often lose track of just how many books I’m reading at one time. Thank God for Goodreads.com!

Alas, I digress.

Billy had me sucked in from page one. Literally.

“A cloud of hot steam tickled his face triggering the onslaught of a lustful hunt. The splashing water seared his face and burned like popping oil from a frying pan. With delicate hands, he greedily pawed locks of blonde hair, forcing his prey under. The beautiful lamb he’d chosen was exposed, her anorexic figure stripped naked and flailing in the shallow liquid of a porcelain bathtub.

 The sweet water dripped from his chin—his baptism, his rebirth as the lion. She wriggled beneath him, with the desperation of a strangled fish. But he had her pinned with the brute strength of his knees, paralyzing her fragile chest. Entwined together, their weight spilled the water over and down the perched, clawed feet where it puddled along the tiled floor.”

Honestly, how could you NOT be enthralled with that introduction? Murder, mayhem, rock stars, models, drug addiction: this book has it all!

Everytime I opened up this book, I was instantly lost for hours, my eyes glued to the screen.

And once I started reading, everything was lost. Dinner left uncooked. One day, I spent almost all of my productive hours simply reading. And I never felt guilty. Not even once.

Billy Jolie takes us into the world of Gianna, as well as other characters, and leaves us wondering just how all of these glorious story lines will connect. Because they always do. This is the measure of a superb writer. And Billy does not disappoint. He dangles clues in front of your eyes, and we grasp at random meanings, always uncertain, but pleasantly surprised.

In all honesty, I did not even consider how the murderer would fit into the plot. Was it random? Was it fate?

And I was never disappointed.

By the last 100 pages, I didn’t care if I missed out on my life. I HAD to know how it ended!

And it was glorious. Fulfilling yet sad.

I’m a sucker for a great ending, and this book gives the reader exactly that.

You can find Billy Jolie here:

http://www.billyjolie.com/

http://www.twitter.com/billyjolie

http://www.facebook.com/billyjolie

http://www.myspace.com/billyjolie

 

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Writing is…like air. (crossover post)

Lest you think you’re hallucinating, yes. You are.

Just kidding. Maybe.

I posted this on my Sobriety of the Soul blog yesterday, but the more I think obsess about it, the more I think I should have actually posted it on this site, being that this is my creative blog.

So, just in case, I’m reposting, as most of my writer friends pay more attention to this blog.

Plus, I forgot to tag people.

No pressure…..

Worst case scenario, you’ve already read it? Okay then. Scroll down to see if I tagged you…

The last few days, I’ve been witnessing a bunch of writerly type friends posting on their blogs, explaining their passion for writing: how they do it, what motivates, what inspires them, etc.

Christina Vincent

Carrie Clevenger

Wookiesgirl

and many more…

For every post, five more are tagged with only the prompt “Writing is…”.

For me, writing is like air. If I’m not breathing, I might as well be dead.

I used to think that my talent was some sort of abstract emotion, barely within grasp, sometimes lost completely.

I was wrong.

Determination.

Dedication.

Diligence.

As a writer, if you can always remember those 3Ds, you’ll make it. <———lol stupid pun

Just set a schedule for yourself, plunk down in front of the keyboard, or if you’re really old-school, grab the nearest writing utensil and a cocktail napkin and GO!

Spontaneity is great. Don’t get me wrong…

But firm dedication is the backbone to our harrowed flesh.

Even if I spew out three words from my overly exhausted, brain-dead mind, those are three more words than I had before.

It works for me.

Go with your mood, but always write.

And for chrissakes, remember to breathe! ;)

And without further ado…TAG! YOU’RE IT!

Sharon Gerlach

NL Gervasio

Kristen Gehrke

Stacey Wallace Benefiel

Pia Veleno

No pressure, ladies! 😉 Do whatever you want.

Next up, The Joys of Reading. A.K.A. My OCD/ADD reading habits.

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Guest Poet: Sharon Gerlach ~ Naked Before You

Naked Before You

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If I stand with a naked heart before you,

            will you jest at me, think less of me,

            perfect your vision of what I should be?

 


Sink below the churning waters with me,

            into the deep oblivion where you and I

            cease to exist separately.

 


Hold me as the tide pulls us under,

             caress my soul with your adoring spirit,

             until you see every particle of me—and I, you.

 


Flow out to become one with me

          so we are neither Me nor You,

          but Us, harmonious.

 


Touch my center, feel what creates my soul,

open your spirit, let me sense your being;

seduction on a spiritual plane.

 


Only then can you realize

at the core of our very beings

     we
            

             believe
                                                       

                              in 
                                                                  

                                     the 
                                              

                                               same
                                                                     

                                                       vision.

 

Sharon Gerlach was in training to be a ninja, but a dismaying lack of physical grace and balance—not to mention the inability to keep her big mouth shut—ended her ninja career before it had really begun. Now she writes. She doesn’t write about ninjas because that’s obviously a sore subject. But she writes about other really cool things and figures someone else will cover the ninjas. Life’s really not all about ninjas, anyway. Sharon lives on the dry side of the Pacific Northwest with her husband (who must really be fond of her as he hasn’t left her yet despite her ninja failings); two of her three kids (none of whom possess ninja qualities either); and a Border collie who suffers the presence of seven cats. Yes, you guessed it—ninja cats!

Thank you, Sharon, for taking time during your Writer Unleashed on the World Blog Tour to guest post for National Poetry Month.

You can check out her stop on Random Musings from April 17th here:

https://christel42.wordpress.com/2011/04/18/writer-unleashed-on-the-world-blog-tour-2011nice-guys-vs-bad-boys

Sharon has just released her first novella, Malakh, which is available for 99 cents through April 30th.

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Fellow Writer In Need: Step Up

Fellow Writer In Need: Step Up.

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Guest Poet: NL Gervasio (a.k.a. Jinxie) ~ Silence

Thank you, Jinxie, for participating in National Poetry Month!

Silence

Within words

Within gestures

Within expressions

It says nothing

Without words

Without gestures

Without expressions

It says everything

Between the lines

All silence portrays

Words left unsaid

A picture

An action

A reaction

Hidden beneath

Unruly waters

Into the deep abyss

Unspoken

Unbidden

Forbidden

Silence is a beacon

Shedding its light

Onto the path of truth

But you mistake silence

For weakness

For falsehoods

For untrustworthiness

And with your mistake

You sink

Into oblivion

You can find more of Jinx’s words here:

http://twitter.com/Jinxie_G

http://jinxiesworld.wordpress.com/

http://nlgervasio.wordpress.com

http://forevernocturne.wordpress.com

N.L. “Jinxie” Gervasio was born on Friday the thirteenth. Her dad wanted to call her Jinx. Her mom said no. It took thirty-four years for her to discover the nickname, and she’s grown quite attached to it. She lives in Tempe, Arizona with Umi (her mother) and Moon (her Alaskan malamute). She enjoys riding her beach cruiser “The Betty” around downtown Tempe, loves a good pub crawl, and has had the pleasure and the heartache of experiencing a love far greater than she could have ever imagined.

She welcomes you to her world.

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There’s a blood stain on the World!

Brought to you by The Bloggess: http://thebloggess.com/2011/04/honestly-its-sort-of-hard-to-argue-with-any-of-these/

Click the link. No, really. This post will make no sense without a click.

Oh and you totally need a Twitter account. 

Go get one. Then you can join the ranks of nonsensical banter with me.

Then go here, and enjoy. I think I peed a little…

http://yes.thatcan.be/my/next/tweet/

So now that you’ve clicked…….

Yes, that can be my next tweet is just about the funniest thing ever?! No? Then why are you even reading this blog? For the poetry? 😉

Plus, it’s a great way to kill time at your boring office job. That is, if you can muffle your laughter?

So, go to this site, and plug in your Twitter username for your results. It’s awesome. And weird. And vaguely enlightening?

Here are some of mine I found amusing:

Day Billy Crystal makes me until I’ve failed to bed last night, and think I could never walk in lieu of.

Apparently something old…Day Old Skool Day Bull penis. (hee-hee…penis)

😛 I’d take the Pacific NW Remind me how much I am extra exclamation points excited. Shuddup. : Totally! (Apparently, I’m a Valley Girl?)

Oh no. Fuck. Thank you! : Malakh: An Angelic Novella by Sharon Gerlach Day So pretty….. (Sharon, you’re a holiday now?!)

I’m open for the human race……

*runs off from the sober chick

Marked as well…. I’m talking about?! And then I know it?! It’s the other such nonsense He marcado un. (And now I speak in foreign languages…)

Fuck if you in the back of Judgement in Portland tonight? Either that was in the bed.

Day post……..* *head desk* FUCK?! Omigod. I saw a YouTube video in Death, by Kait Nolan Long overdue! (I use “fuck” a lot.)

I might be friends? Day post……..* *head desk* FUCK?! Omigod. I saw a bit harsh ~ Um wha? Hell yeah!

*head desk* FUCK?! Omigod. I talk to Concrete Blonde BF only had a nerd thing?

Day Operation Control FTW! Click link if my mom about sums me want to unclick the sink with a bit low! (I really have no idea what that’s about…)

Whoa. I think I received a blood stain on my sobriety blog!

Apparently, I’ve been a really awesome book? Please read me?!

Let us go forth, the Soul today: sometimes i don’t have no fear….” I will continue to shoot against the? (Oh the grammar is killing me?!)

I did! You want to Project Dumping The Demon Slayer Day Meet The monster awaketh?! Oh wait. (snort)

And smell of local people are they even talking about.  (What???)

5 of baby formula in there.

You can use something catastrophic.

Not yet. Tomorrow on the difference between glucose and I’m drunk now? Except not?

Ooh! Pumpkin time?! Don’t talk to jump.

Werewolf cops! book to bed last night, and upside down bumps. Everything Will Be Fine Let us go forth.

 I apologize for his number on the shower?! Hmmm……

Day Gription and my laptop may have officially turned the bed.

And my personal favorite:

There’s a blood stain on the World!

Apparently, I tweet “blood stain” a lot?!

And “fuck”. Obsessively…..

 This is mildly disturbing.

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“Now it’s time to jump.” / Flat Out Love by Jessica Park

I received a copy of this novel from the author in exchange for an honest review.

About Flat-Out Love

 
Flat-Out Love is a warm and witty novel of family love and dysfunction, deep heartache and raw vulnerability, with a bit of mystery and one whopping, knock-you-to-your-knees romance. 
Something is seriously off in the Watkins home. And Julie Seagle, college freshman, small-town Ohio transplant, and the newest resident of this Boston house, is determined to get to the bottom of it.When Julie’s off-campus housing falls through, her mother’s old college roommate, Erin Watkins, invites her to move in. The parents, Erin and Roger, are welcoming, but emotionally distant and academically driven to eccentric extremes. The middle child, Matt, is an MIT tech geek with a sweet side … and the social skills of a spool of USB cable. The youngest, Celeste, is a frighteningly bright but freakishly fastidious 13-year-old who hauls around a life-sized cardboard cutout of her oldest brother almost everywhere she goes.And there’s that oldest brother, Finn: funny, gorgeous, smart, sensitive, almost emotionally available. Geographically? Definitely unavailable. That’s because Finn is traveling the world and surfacing only for random Facebook chats, e-mails, and status updates. Before long, through late-night exchanges of disembodied text, he begins to stir something tender and silly and maybe even a little bit sexy in Julie’s suddenly lonesome soul.

To Julie, the emotionally scrambled members of the Watkins family add up to something that … well … doesn’t quite add up. Not until she forces a buried secret to the surface, eliciting a dramatic confrontation that threatens to tear the fragile Watkins family apart, does she get her answer.

 
First and foremost, I have to holler from the top of my lungs, “SQUEE!”
 
No, really! This book is awesome! I just happened to be scanning my Twitter account one day, and Jessica was looking for reviewers, so I thought “Hey why not?” I enjoy a good YA novel, and I was not disappointed. Immediately, I was sucked into the plot: lost and alone college freshman in a strange town. Cue flashbacks of my first night in the dorms. Fortunately, I was neither alone nor lost. Alas, I digress.
 
The initial rapport between Julie and Matt was eerily familiar, almost like siblings. And the humor?! Don’t get me started! Within the first chapter, I laughed out loud no less than four times. The characters were well-rounded, and strong while still vulnerable.
Being a female, I obviously identified with Julie, the narrator, but Matt satisfied my inner math-geek. I adored the descriptions of his geeky t-shirts.
 
 
 
Flat Out Love is a shining example of romance in the internet age, complete with IM chats, Facebook status updates, and email communications. I found it rather indicative of the technological advances society has made since the mid-nineties when I was in college. Heck, I didn’t even own a computer until 2000?! I always tell the youngsters the story of “How I Graduated From University Without A Computer”. With an English degree?!
 
They simply look confused. Apparently, they thought there was no life before computers.
 
You know, back in the Dinosaur Age, when people actually had to speak to each other in person (gasp), and busy signals were not a thing of the past.
 
In all seriousness though……oh who am I kidding?!? I’m not serious! Well, rarely anyway.
FLAT FINN! <——-coolest idea ever. Kind of makes me want to have a two-dimensional friend to cart around? Ya know, like maybe a Doppelganger? No. Too creepy. I mean, if Jessica can have a Flat Rick, maybe I should have a Flat Prince or something? You can check out Jessica’s inspiration for Flat Finn here: http://flatoutlove.blogspot.com/p/chapter-tidbits.html
 
Speaking of Flat Finn, there were hints of emotional instability from the get-go, as far as the family dynamic is concerned. For anyone who has ever dealt with depression, either their own or a loved one, the characters were true yet gritty. Whole, yet fragmented. Without spoiling the entire plot (go read it yourself), I questioned and suspected a few things, but even I did not figure out the whopper of an ending until just before the secret is revealed. Loved the suspense!
 
I highly recommend this book to everyone! Especially anyone who loves YA books or just humorous Romance!
 
Thank you, Jessica, for a lovely and enjoyable read! You’ve got a new fan here! 🙂
 
You can check the book out yourself over on Amazon:
 
Find Jessica Park here:
Flat Out Love website: http://flatoutlove.blogspot.com/
 
Jessica Park is the author of the young adult novel RELATIVELY FAMOUS, five Gourmet Girl mysteries (written as Jessica Conant-Park) and the e-shorts FACEBOOKING RICK SPRINGFIELD and WHAT THE KID SAYS (Parts 1 & 2). She grew up in the Boston area and then went to Macalester College in frigid St. Paul, Minnesota. During her freshman year, there was a blizzard on Halloween, and she decided that she was not cut out for such torture. So she moved back to the east coast where, she’d forgotten, it still snows. Oops. She now lives in New Hampshire with her husband, son, bananas dog named Fritzy, and two selfish cats. When not writing, she is probably on Facebook , pining over 80s rock stars, or engaging in “Glee” activities. Or some combination of the three. Probably with a coffee in hand. 
 
 

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