“The First Kiss of Spring”

“The First Kiss of Spring”

 

The trees, flowering, fragrant, and heavy

With birds and bees borne within their boughs,

Made a splendid home for such a bevy

Where love and labor exchange their vows.

 

Upon sun-honeyed sweet songs, they carouse.

And butterflies stretch from papery wombs;

Trumpets of daffodils wake and arouse

The sleeping dreamers to their gold-filled blooms.

 

When heaven aloft softly bends to kiss

The green grass, no other seasons exist.

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In Search of a Literary Agent

I began the process of finding a literary agent today. After sending out my first query letter, my nerves are shot. I don’t know if I want to cry and then vomit, cry while vomiting, or just pass out altogether. As if the fear of rejection isn’t reaching its all-time high, Impostor Syndrome rears its ugly head and my subconscious becomes verbally abusive toward me. I’m scared.

I’m scared, but I’m doing it, anyway. Putting yourself out there for judgment is frightening work, but it has to be done and I’m glad I can just click a mouse and send my audition in via email, form letter, or snail mail these days instead of having to meet someone face to face for an interview. God, I think I’d freeze if that were the case. Or maybe I’d stammer it out until I become so used to the process that the shaking stills. I guess the point I’m tap dancing around is that it doesn’t matter how you feel so long as you keep trying. Eventually, all this practice pays off and you’ll get it right. We’ll all get it right in the end and that applies to anything you have set in your mind to do.

Rejection may come again and again, but I can’t reject myself by not trying. If I don’t leave these familiar grounds, I’ll never learn to fly. And I really, really want to fly.

“The Vault” is almost here!

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My beta readers have called The Vault my darkest story yet. It’s part horror story and part philosophical tale. I’d say more on the subject, but I don’t want to give away any of The Vault‘s secrets. Oh, all right, just one little secret. Brent Brody wakes up sealed in with the dead and ends up having a conversation with a man who may or may not be the devil. There! You sweet-talked me into you, you sly charmer, you. But that’s it. For any more details, you’re going to have to wait until tomorrow.

Why tomorrow, you ask? Well, because if all goes well, that’s when it will be available on Amazon. Excited yet? Me too. I don’t know if you like it, but I do promise you a hell of a good time. Well, maybe “good” is subjective.

Bye, for now. And I hope I teased you enough with this teaser. 😉

Unseen is OUT!

I’ve been busting my ass with my editor and at last Unseen is finished. You can get your copy now on Amazon for $0.99, or if you don’t mind waiting a day, it’s free as my Valentine’s Gift to you from Feb. 14th – 18th, 2018. Not exactly a love story, but if you love getting things for free, you might get a little heart bubbly.

Now, since I write horror, I have this to say: expect to be triggered. If you have any possibly triggers, I’m probably going to slam them like a kid on an elevator. I intend  to make you uncomfortable and creep you out. That’s all the warning you’ll get.

Still with me? Fantastic. Here’s the blurb for Unseen.

” It’s been five years since Charlotte’s sister, Rachel, went missing, but Charlotte doesn’t remember her. She can’t remember anything before she ran through the forest, drenched in blood, her clothes slightly torn. Her family, along with the rest of the pioneers, traveled on in their covered wagons, leaving her behind to live with her grandmother in the woods. And then one day, her grandmother goes missing forcing Charlotte to enter deep into the woods beyond the thorny wall. Will Charlotte finally understand the mystery of her sister’s disappearance? And what of the eerie wind that comes knocking like a ghost upon her cabin’s door? Will she finally learn the truth of the Unseen?”

 

 

Cover and Blurb Reveal for Unseen

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It’s been five years since Charlotte’s sister, Rachel, went missing, but Charlotte doesn’t remember her. She can’t remember anything before she ran through the forest, drenched in blood, her clothes slightly torn. Her family, along with the rest of the pioneers, traveled on in their covered wagons, leaving her behind to live with her grandmother in the woods. And then one day, her grandmother goes missing forcing Charlotte to enter deep into the woods beyond the thorny wall. Will Charlotte finally understand the mystery of her sister’s disappearance? And what of the eerie wind that comes knocking like a ghost upon her cabin’s door? Will she finally learn the truth of the Unseen?

FREEBIES from Jan 1-5

All of my short stories will be free from January 1st to January 5th on Amazon, so please stop by and see if anything interests you. There’s horror, there’s erotic romance, there’s a dark fairy tale romance, and even a historical drama. So stop by and give it a download since it’s FREE. If you feel like paying me a compliment–or a critique–please leave me a review on Amazon. Those act like currency for indie authors and I definitely appreciate each and every one.

Check out my Amazon Author’s Page here or go to this link if that one doesn’t work: https://www.amazon.com/Rebecca-R.-Pierce/e/B01DMTERWW/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1459820090&sr=1-1

Short Story List

Broken Wings – When Valerie Tempest gets dumped by her live-in fiance, she panics, and suddenly needs to be “anywhere but here.” That impulsive “anywhere” finds her on the next flight to Istanbul, far away from any family, friends, or colleagues. A foreign land, a wrong turn, and an impulse buy of an ancient relic puts her face to face with a sexy genie named Kahlil. Is he everything she could wish for, or should she travel on?

Lord Coddington’s Widow – Love and marriage are the last things on the jaded Lady Coddington’s mind. But an unexpected encounter with a masked man leaves her desperate to explore the pleasures of lust. Will she find the man behind the mask, or will she move on to bigger and better things?

Model Town – When Laurel Rose inherits her great-grandmother’s house, she discovers a miniature town in the attic. The details enchant her and she sets about to restore it. Soon she’s having the strangest dreams…

Plagued – It was the Plague of 1348 and Rosaline is trying to get home to her mother, so they can save themselves by leaving the city.

Shambles – A short story of a zombie apocalypse as seen through the eyes of a zombie. (First published in the anthology A Journey of Words by Scout Media)

The Girl Without a Face – Once upon a time a girl, disfigured by her mother, seeks a way to become beautiful in order to be loved.

The Road to Kyoto – Four samurai accompanying four sisters to Kyoto are caught by a sudden snowstorm. They take refuge in what appears to be an abandoned monastery… only it’s not nearly as abandoned as they’d like…

I’m in love–with an RPG board

Those of you who know me, know that I’m a huge fan of D&D–have been for many years. Not to throw my nerd card down, but (here we go) I’ve played since THAC0 was a thing, when you rolled 2D10’s for Initiative, and you had to color in your dice with crayon if you wanted to see the numbers. Yeah, old school, 2nd edition, man. I now hang around at 3.5e, but don’t ask me about 4th edition unless you want to hear a lot of expletives.

Anyway, along with being a writer, I also like to game. So when one of my friends in a writing group posted to see if anyone was interested in playing a rpg/writing board, I gave a resounding YES. This turned out to be one of my favorite hobbies outside of scrolling through Facebook. It’s a combination of light, stress-free writing and socializing and I get my gaming fix in at the same time. If you’ve never roleplayed, but want to give it a try, you can check out my newest addiction, Bardic Web. It’s totally free for up to five characters on all story boards. After you create your character, go to the fantasy section, click on the world of Berelath, add your character to the scroll (this is SUPER important if you wish to make replies and such), and visit the Green Heart Inn. That’s where all the cool kids are at, sipping ale and posturing. Because we’re badass adventurers, that’s why. Naturally, we drink ale and glower at people while we wait for people to come in and look at the newly posted quest line. Anyway, I’m off. There are some missing relics that may or may not be of magical content and these things aren’t going to go find themselves, you know.

The Huntress of Rosefell Hall update

As many of you already know, I have a novel in the works, The Huntress of Rosefell Hall. Well, after three years of writing, revising, editing, sending out to beta readers, crying, revising, editing, etc., I am happy and nervous to say–I sent it out for possible publication today.

On Monday, a friend shared with me a link that said there was an unsolicited submissions window with one of the Big Five publishers and the deadline was for Dec. 31st. As the entire manuscript had to be enclosed with a cover letter and then mailed via “snail mail,” I had no time to lose. I have never did so much editing in such a short amount of time in my life. I even gave myself a migraine to get here. But it’s done. It’s finally done and I’m so nervous, I want to puke. I haven’t been this nauseated since I was pregnant with my daughter–which is oddly fitting because in the end, my 250K word novel ended up weighing 9.59 lbs.

And now, now we wait the three to six months it takes before someone gets back to me. I know I’m going to do my best not to obsess over it and I know I’m going to fail. But cheers! I’ve come this far and that’s not small feat. Will most likely celebrate with some pie and a shot of whisky.

Guilty Pleasures

I am a sucker for stupid game apps. In particular, I like these visual novel/choose your own adventure games. And no, it’s not like the Dungeons and Dragons or Lord of the Rings inspired kind. No, no, no. That would be giving me far too much credit. For some reason, I gravitate toward the craptastic romances, the drama for drama’s sake stories that may or may not have been translated well from Japanese. Even when they’re originally written in English, these stories are rife with typos or improper use of an apostrophe. My husband sometimes laughs at me as I play my game because I will stop and cuss at my phone. I suppose I’m a bit of a masochist that, despite all these shortcomings, I love, love, love these games.

Why? Because for one thing, I almost always have five minutes to spare about every three to four hours (enough for these “story tickets” to recharge). For another, it makes me feel better about my own writing. We all have those moments where “I can’t write for shit” ends up being the mantra we writers beat ourselves up with. When I read these stories, I tend to look back on my own work a little more favorably. In fact, I’m even inspired to push myself forward, to get those words down and reach the next scene. Also, I’m oddly encouraged by the idea that someone somewhere will like my stories, even if they come across as over-the-top, cheesy, ridiculous. I may not be someone’s creme brulee, but I’ll settle for being someone’s bag of chips. 😉

Anyway, I hope you guys have a great Sunday afternoon. Enjoy reading, writing, and your own guilty pleasures.