Simply RED – “Simplified” #Cover Makeover

Delsey and Lucile have the coolest challenge featuring makeovers for books, movie and CD covers. Are you interested and want to join in? Click here to find out all the rules!

This week was the CD cover from Simply Red’s CD, Simplicity. Below is the actual CD cover.

Below is my version:

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Released today! THE FALLEN, by Melissa Barker Simpson

I want to give my friend, Melissa Barker Simpson (Mel) a pat on the back!

I am excited to announce:

Today, July 30th, 2015 her new book, “The Fallen,” is premiering on Amazon! This link will take you to her book launch site.

After the Demonic War, a battle which devastated the mortal realm, hunter cells were established across the globe to serve and protect every living soul. Maddison Wood is part of an alpha cell in the north of England. But Maddison has a new role now; her responsibilities as Watcher. She belongs to a legion of warriors assigned to serve the Fallen; guardian angels afforded the privilege of residing on Earth.

When Maddison is drawn to the city by an event which resonates hundreds of miles away, she is thrown into the path of a newly fallen angel. But Obadiah is no ordinary angel. He is a Prime, and his presence symbolizes a new threat. There is a war coming, and Maddison must form an alliance if she has any hope of winning this first battle. After all, the Fractured are a formidable enemy; a group of lost souls – powerful creatures of darkness who crave to destroy those who belong to the light.

But WAIT! There’s more!

As busy as Mel has been, she agreed to give us a wee sample of her writing with an EXCLUSIVE short story introducing you to Maddison, her protagonist!

The story begins…


It was cold. So cold, Maddison almost wished she could go back to her room. If an old, dusty attic could be called a room. It certainly wasn’t home. But then, her current location, crouched in a shop doorway, was hardly a step up in the world.

Her stomach growled; a loud protest which made her flinch. If she was caught, she would be returned to the hell from which she had escaped, and Maddison would rather starve than face the humiliation of returning to the junk pile. It was how her foster parents viewed her. The sadist twins kept her for their entertainment; her value equal to that of the rubbish littering their loft space. Not that she could blame them. She had been found in an open grave on the eve of her first day on earth. Not the greatest of introductions.

Better to keep moving.

Maddison ducked out of her hiding place, her eyes scanning the narrow street for any sign of life. She was alone. The thought did not reassure her. There was a darkness in the air, and it had nothing to do with the hour. A clawing sense of danger she felt like icy fingers brushing the back of her neck.

She decided it was her cue to leave, and scrambled up, hugging tight to the wall; her senses on alert. Maddison had always been able to feel things. For as long as she could remember she had relied on her senses; moving around in the dark with the ease of a night creature. It was a knowing she relied on, even before she was old enough to understand she wasn’t like other girls. Not that she was given the opportunity to mix with children her own age. It didn’t matter. She knew she was different because she could feel the power growing inside her. It was like a living, breathing extension of her. She could see it. Her mind afforded it a personality, showed her a green phantom – one which grew as she did.

She hadn’t meant to concentrate the energy into her hair. It had happened without conscious thought. Now her dark tresses grew at her command until she could use them as easily as one of her limbs. At first it was fun. She could transform her locks with merely a thought, and yet, sometimes, it moved on its own. Maddison felt the twitch, felt her hair flex and flicker like a cat’s tail. She wore it in a long braid, which hung down her back. It was thick and dark and gave her a sense of control she had never had.

Maddison paused at the end of the street, her gaze on the road sign a few yards away. She didn’t know this part of London well, but she was pretty sure Aronmyre would not show up on the map. The writing was all wrong, the letters seemed to glow in the dark. Maddison could almost believe it was a secret message, an invitation to a distant land. She had spent too many years alone, with only her imagination to guide her.

This way to the magical kingdom.

She smiled, amused by her thoughts, and stepped beneath the worn sign.

At first Maddison thought she was hallucinating. She had taken the game a little too far and dreamt up the beautiful woodland area, one her mind told her was real. She closed her eyes, prepared to let go of the illusion and continue on her way. Except that didn’t happen. Not when she blinked, rubbed or even willed her eyes to bring her back to reality.

Maddison took a rapid step back, her pulse jumping when the forest dropped away and she saw the connecting street once more.

Get a grip, Maddy.

She almost stepped around the sign, but she was tired of being afraid. So, instead she took a determined stride forward and walked right back into her delusion. Maddison repeated the process several times until she grew tired of the same picture. Either this was real, and the sign was some kind of crazy, messed up version of a portal, or she had finally lost her mind.

In the end she decided she didn’t care. Whether real or imaginary, the forest was an escape. If her desperate mind had conjured this place, she could summon a bed for the night and preferably some food. If real, then at least she was safe from the sadist twins, who were no doubt looking for her if only to secure their care allowance.

She didn’t move for several minutes. Her instincts were screaming at her, and she couldn’t decide if they were telling her to flee or to hide. The fact someone stepped up directly behind her, barely managing to stop before ploughing her down, told her she should have run when she had the chance.

“There now. Easy.”

The voice at her back was deep, yet gentle. It was the kind of voice meant to instill trust. Maddison had learned never to trust anybody.

She turned, keeping her back straight and her chin high, even though her heart was hammering and her legs felt weak. The man was tall and broad like a warrior, which probably made him a figment of her imagination too. His skin was dark and smooth, yet more evidence none of this was real. He looked picture perfect.

He was frowning at her, his dark brown eyes narrowed on her face. “You’re afraid.” It sounded like an accusation.


A crease appeared on his forehead as though he was concentrating really hard on something. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Maddison wondered if he could hear the rapid beat of her heart. It would explain why he seemed offended by the thought. “I’m not going to hurt yours either.”

The warrior laughed, his teeth glinting. Maddison jumped back, startled by the sight of fangs. Why would she conjure a monster?

“It’s okay,” he said, his laughter falling away. “I thought…never mind. Do you even know where you are?”

She considered lying, she even thought about running, and settled on the truth. “I have no idea.” Maddison shrugged, wondering if she’d fallen asleep in the doorway and this was all a dream.

“It’s not safe here for a child, you-”

“I’m not a child.”

The warrior frowned again. “How old are you?”

Her self-preservation kicked in, and this time Maddison did lie. She didn’t want him to contact the police. “I’m sixteen.”

“Let’s say that’s true. You’re still not safe. What are you even doing here alone?”

Maddison felt a flare of anger. She watched his gaze drift to her hair, which was twitching in response to her emotional state. “I don’t need anybody.”

She froze when the warrior pulled a large sword from behind his back, her stomach churning when he took a step forward.

“Get behind me.”

She turned her head on instinct, guided by the urgency in his tone and her intuition. The thing she saw creeping out of the shadows was horrifying. If she had thought this man was a monster, she didn’t have words for the creature stalking towards them.

Without further hesitation, Maddison stepped around the warrior. She held her breath when he charged forward, his sword swinging in the air. He took the monster down with one clean strike, and somehow managed to block most of the attack from view. Maddison felt light headed, but she didn’t pass out, nor did she betray her fear.

“We have to get you out of here.”

Maddison stared up at the warrior, her mind already searching for a way out of the nightmare. If she took a few steps backward she could return to a familiar place.

“My name is Tristan.” He bowed, and dark hair fell across his forehead. “You can trust me.”

She wasn’t sure why she believed him. Perhaps it was because, for the first time in thirteen years, someone valued her life.

Later she would discover that Tristan was a vampire, a member of the Enraptured, and protector of the human race. But on that night, he was simply a light in the dark – proof she wasn’t alone.


Meet my friend and Author – Melissa Barker Simpson

Melissa Barker-Simpson fills her days with language and words so she doesn’t get lost among the clouds. She is an interpreter by day, and a pen-wielding conjurer by night. Of course the only thing she conjures belong between the pages of a book, but it doesn’t make them any less compelling.

Her most important job, as far as she sees it, is being a mother to two impish teenagers. They keep her feet firmly on the ground, are a huge source of joy (despite the rampant emotions) and allow her to live out her fantasy of being a musketeer! She spends her time living between different communities, one of them being the (mostly) online writing community and give back the magic that has touched her life. Melissa runs a series of blogs, has a thing for collaboration, and enjoys to support others as often as possible.

Here’s how to find Melissa:

The Fallen book launch site has various places to purchase the book: 

Author website:


Twitter handle: @mbarkersimpson



Amazon Author page:

Thanks for stopping by to see the excitement in our part of the world! Stayed tuned for a book review soon!


Word to the Wise

Silver Threading:

Some interesting things to think about when getting ready to self publish your book…

Originally posted on Pearls Before Swine:


As we approach the month of August, when teachers return to work and students go back to school, I couldn’t help but to get excited that in just a few short weeks (mid August) I will be publishing another book. I’m really excited about this one and this excitement led me to a thought which in turn led me to something I think all Self-Publishers should take into consideration. I know that finances are a big deal to Self-Publishers and we are always looking for the most cost effective, yet professional, way to produce so here goes:

Never use POD (Print on Demand) services like LuLu and Createspace for anything other than Printing your books. Do not use POD editing services, POD promotional services, or POD book cover design services. Why? Because you can save a lot of money not doing so.

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday – Diana Galbadon

Welcome!  This is an open invitation to join in on my blogging event called, Writer’s Quote Wednesday.  This is your chance to highlight your favorite author’s quotes that give inspiration to you as a writer. Do you feel like your writing is getting stale? Are you looking for inspiration to keep writing? Then you have come to right spot!

All you have to do is find your favorite quote. Find something that truly speaks to you. This does not have to pertain just to writing. It can be any kind of quote as long as it made an impact on you. Then, write a post and include your quote.

There are no rules to follow.  Either create your own sayings (because after all, we are all writer’s here) or use a quote from a famous author that you find gives you inspiration.  Just make sure that credit is given for other’s work.  You can use Fotoflexer or Picmonkey, or any other program that you wish to make your own images. Click the links to go to the programs.

Be ready to take part with videos and words, photos, and any other media you care to share.  I would love to hear some quotes spoken or even sung! Please make sure and give credit to the author of the quote. If it is an image quote you found on the internet, please say where you found it.

Each Wednesday, I will post the prompt and all you have to do is take part! You have from that Wednesday until the following Monday night to post your quotes. That will give me time to do a weekly wrap up and the new quote for the following week.  On Tuesday, I will post a Weekly Recap of the past week’s quotes with links back to your blogs.

I will share your images on social media for added exposure.  Copy the badge above and include it on your own post.

Tag your post on your own blog as “Writer’s Quote Wednesday,” so we can find the posts in the reader. I am sorry if I left anyone off last week. Please tag your posts so that I can find you. <3

On your own blog post do a ping-back to this post and make sure to “like” or “comment” on everyone else’s post.  A ping-back is when you embed (or copy) the HTTP:// address of my weekly prompt into your own blog post.

Make sure to check my weekly prompt to see if your entry is there.  You can copy the HTTP:// address of your blog post and include it in the comments section of my original weekly prompt if that works better for you.

I’m not really “The King,” but I understand that many writers go through different phases in their writing. I am in my FANTASY childhood stage right now and I am loving it! Why not? It is fun to experiment with genre and words. Have you tried writing in a genre that is new to you? I find it exhilarating!

Today, I bring you the Number Two fantasy author on Amazon: Diana Gabaldon!

I was absolutely fascinated with her writing logic. She just sits down and writes and these wonderful worlds and people and descriptions, just seem to pour out of her. As an aspiring writer, that is the kind of inspiration I am looking for!

Author, Diana Gabaldon from Wikipedia

Diana is where you can connect with her. She is the author of the Outlander series.
This link here will get you to the Outlander T.V. series news page.

Here is the link to the detailed listing of all of her books.

I found an excellent writing source I have been visiting for tips on how to write my Swamp Fairy book called the Better Novel Project. Check it out and see if there is something that will help you get your fantasy novel off the ground.

So Come ON! What are you waiting for?

Add your quote today and share your inspiration!

Thanks for the visit! I love seeing all of you!



One Word Photo Challenge – HUMID

The humidity is rough in Florida!

If there is one thing you have in Pensacola, Florida – its humidity. Located on the Gulf of Mexico in northwestern Florida (near Alabama) this location has summers filled with HIGH humidity. We have not had much rain. Quick violent bursts of thunderstorms and then there is nothing. Fairy swamp is empty. My poor fairies are struggling for moisture. However, moisture comes in many forms…

This photo shows humidity in the form of the fog that curls and spirals in the field behind our house.

High humidity in Fairy Swamp leaves moisture dripping from the leaves. The heat is intense and you feel like you are wearing a second skin.

Is it humid where you live?

Thanks for stopping by today. I enjoyed our visit! See you again.


Writer’s Quote Wednesday Weekly Wrap-Up from 7/22/15

Welcome to the WRITER’S QUOTE WEDNESDAY Weekly Wrap-Up where our writers highlight their photographic and writing talent by making up their own quotes or sharing quotes from their favorite authors. (Please do not link to this post. Link to the new prompt on Wednesday, July 29, 2015). Please don’t forget to tag your post “Writer’s Quote Wednesday” to make them easier to find in the reader.

We have many new participants this week. Please make sure to visit the blogs of the writers who have shared their writer’s quotes with us. It is an honor for them to get to know you better. The blog names are found above their images.

These writers are amazing! Enjoy!

Lance Greenfield
*New this week*

Shirley’s Heaven

Inspiration with an Attitude
*New this week*

Melissa Barker-Simpson

One thing I’ve learned through all the ups and downs is that if you’re doing things right, then you have a core group of people. Not just a core group like your homies or your buddies, but a group of people that has a good influence on you, who you respect and admire, and you know that if they’re on your side, you’re doing something right – Hope Solo

Disappearing in Plain Sight
*New this week*

Zen & Pi

My Etch a Sketch Life
*New this week*

I Maniking Blog

Serins Sphere
*New this week*

Rebirth of Lisa

Magnanimous Word
*New this week*

Meredith’s Musings

Nagrij Writes the Hits You Never Knew Existed

“We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.” – Zhuangzi.

The Writer Next Door

Taking a Walk through History

Seasoned Sistah2

Silver Threading

Thank you for stopping by to see all the inspiration that enfolds us in our WordPress Nation! The power of positivity flows into your writing! When you have that “can-do” attitude… books get written!

Get your “can-can” attitude working and tell us which quote inspired you the most!


How to Hashtag Blog Tweets.

Silver Threading:

Here is the scoop on #hashtags for Twitter from Hugh and Ronovan! <3

Originally posted on Hugh's Views & News:

Howdy folks, it’s me, it’s me, Ronovanee. Okay, so it’s Ronovan, but Ronovan didn’t rhyme. Hugh is letting me hijack his blog for a moment. Just don’t tell him I did it, cause he doesn’t know I snuck in. Remember, everything that follows are my opinions and not Hugh’s, so if you disagree, it’s all on me. OOOooooOOo I rhymed that one for real, oh what a thrill. o,O (All images created by me. My apologies in advance.)

I want to start off by saying blogging isn’t a game of numbers for me. I know for some it is and you can tell who those people are. They are the sad people that belittle others who do things because they believe in them instead of doing them for gaining followers and views. In the words of the masochistic dog to the flea, “Bite me”.

What is Hashtagging?

Many people like…

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