Special Days

Today is my mom’s 90th birthday. Wow. That alone is amazing after the year we’ve had. But in looking back on her life, I see so many amazing things that have happened in our world. Yes, some truly awful things too, but the good definitely outweighs the bad.

We’ve seen horrific wars with weapons that defy logic and humanity. But that, unfortunately, seems to be the way of the world. I don’t know that there’s ever been a time in history that was without strife of some sort.

But we’ve also seen advancements in medicine – some of which came about *because* of those wars.

We’ve made huge strides in transportation and technology. I can’t even keep up with some of the things coming to us these days – there are just too many.

We’ve become more global. No longer are we as insulated as we once were. Now, you can see what the weather is going to be halfway around the world – and talk to the people there instantly.

We’ve reached the moon, and the stars, and strive for more.

And that is what we should always do – strive for better. Note – I said “better” not “more” – two different things. I want better for my children and grandchildren and the generations to come.

Today is a special day for my mom – so for her birthday, I am wishing you better. May you have an amazing day and look for the good things in your life.



Guest author: EAB

  1. o-black-snowWhat’s the first thing you did when you received word you’d sold a book? The first thing I did was message my partner. My first book felt somewhat surreal because I never thought of myself as an author. Then all of a sudden I had reviews on my novel. It was an overwhelming, amazing experience.
  2. What part of the book was the easiest for you to write? Why? In Black Snow the easiest part was the ending. I knew what was eventually going to happen, but I needed to tie up the loose strings in the middle in order to get there.
  3. What part of the book was the hardest for you? Why? The hardest part of the book was filling up the plot holes. Since Black Snow started as a roleplay I wanted to make sure I kept the essence of the original without compromising my writing. I also wanted to bring something new to an old and retold fairy tale, which is always challenging.
  4. Who is your favorite character in your book and why? This is such a hard question because there are so many great characters in Black Snow it’s hard to choose one. I like Brier a lot because he grows so much through the novel. He starts off as this timid kid, and matures into this confident man who makes decisions and learns to live without regret. I love him for his spirit and resilience. I truly admire his courage and his strength.
  5. If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as one of your characters? Well for Black Snow I’d definitely like to see Roland played by Gerard Butler. I think he’d play that gruff prickly personality of Roland’s perfectly.
  6.  What hobby do you enjoy when not writing? I LOVE reading. I think the reason writing comes naturally for me a lot of the times is because I read constantly. I also enjoy watching movies and going to New York broadway.
  7. What’s next for you? I’ll be starting a science fiction comic called Hybrid, so be sure to look out for that. I’m also in the process of writing a Native American based novel called A Wolf’s Howl.
  8. Tell us about this book. Black Snow is a fantasy based romance based loosely on the tale of Snow White. It started as a role play between my partner and I over two years ago. I saw a picture on Deviant Art with two men humping and I instantly forwarded it to Gabriel. What sets Black Snow apart from other retelling’s of Snow White is the characters. They have real problems, heart ache, loneliness and they care for one another. I call it my everlasting love story because at the heart of Black Snow is a fairy tale.

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E-mail:  Eabemie@gmail.com

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Title:  Black Snow

Author: EAB

Genre: Fantasy

Publisher: Dreamspinner

Publication Date:  11/7/16

Word Count:  162,045

Buy link: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/black-snow-by-eab-7730-b



Blurb: Prince Brier Snow has lived in the shadow of King Snow’s exalted memory. However, his fate changes when he nears his majority and Lirend’s steward queen attempts to dethrone him by exploiting an obscure requirement in the late king’s will: a yearlong sabbatical.

Brier travels to the desolate land of Aire to train under the Ceve guild, scorned refugees of war, including their guarded leader, Roland. Brier’s skillful master unlocks hidden potential, and what begins as a dutiful bond turns into ill-fated affection. When Brier returns to the capital, he’s carrying proof of his indiscretions with Roland—and his condition grows more apparent with each passing day. An affair with the huntsman is a scandal Brier’s enemies can use against him, but the birth of an heir is a burden even Brier is not sure he can bear.

Roland Archer, a man with a murky past, is skeptical of the contract to train the prince but willing to do anything for the guild’s freedom. Despite his best intentions, he is smitten by Lirend’s future king. Roland has resigned himself to solitude, but fate has other plans—for him, for Brier, and for Lirend’s oppressed subjects. Can Roland help Brier face a power-hungry queen and a country torn asunder? Either they will bring equality to a land that desperately needs it, or they’ll be thwarted by cunning enemies and an illusory curse.



“LONG AGO, there was a maiden with hair black as ebony and skin as white as the snow, so that they called her Snow White. Her lips were red as the rose,” Brier’s portly nurse told him, smiling.

“And she sang and danced. And she was very beautiful,” Brier added perfunctorily.

“Indeed she was,” replied Marietta. “She was kind and comely, and all the kingdom loved her, but the queen of the kingdom was jealous and wanted to get rid of her for good.”


“She decided to have her killed.”

“Oh no!” Brier answered, tone darkening.

“Oh yes!” cried his nurse. “She hired a huntsman to kill her in the wood and bring back her heart, so that she could keep it forever.”

Brier slid his legs up and placed his chin on his knees, enraptured in the story about the fair princess whose name was like his own.

“The huntsman did as he was told and took Snow White to the forest. As they entered the forest, they came across a field of flowers. Snow bent down to pick a bouquet of wildflowers, and the huntsman crept behind her and lifted his dagger!”

Brier gasped, horrified. “But he should not kill her!”

“He could not,” corrected the nurse, excitement alive in her eyes. “For he had fallen in love with the princess and told her of the evil queen’s plan.”

“Good gods,” Brier exhaled, relieved.

“Snow White ran,” Marietta whispered, and Brier hugged his knees more firmly. “She had to run away deeper into the woods to escape the queen’s wrath. She found herself alone in the deep, dark wood. ‘Get out… out…’ the trees whispered all around her, and she was terribly afraid. And rightly so,” the nurse added, whipping her head toward Brier almost in warning. “The dark wood is a dangerous place. She tripped and fell into a great crack in the earth. As she fell, a nearby willow’s roots seized her and pulled her under.”

“Then what happened?” Brier whispered, breath hastening.

“Then she lost hope that anyone would ever find her. She thought that she was doomed to live out her days locked in the roots of the old willow tree. Starving, thirsty, and withering away like an old winter branch. However, this could not be further from her fate. Yes, she was stuck, but a passerby heard her cries in the tree roots. He stopped in his tracks and called his brothers to come investigate. Men that wore beards and were half the size of normal men. Some might call them dwarves. Six more dwarves stopped and listened to the cries coming from the old willow. ‘Chop it down!’ the eldest brother answered. And so they did, all seven of them. They cut the tree down, and Snow White was saved.”

“Hooray!” Brier shouted as he jumped on the pillow top mattress.

“When they took her from the tree, she was dirty and exhausted. The willow had cursed her in its last effort of revenge for cutting it down. She had a scar on her neck in the pattern of a tree leaf, but she was alive, and so they brought her back to their cabin, and they mended her to good health.”

“Did she dance and sing again then, Marietta?”

“She did. And how fair she was, thought the dwarves. They spoke of her beauty to other folk who came through the wood. But then, word traveled back to the evil queen. And she was furious! She called for the huntsman, and he confessed that he could not kill Snow White. Enraged, she ordered the guardsmen to kill the huntsman, and, with his dying breath, he confessed his love for the princess.”

Brier reached over to grab a pillow off his oversized bed and squeezed. He suddenly had the feeling that the story would take a turn for the worse.

“The queen decided to finish the job the huntsman did not with a poisoned apple. She disguised herself as an ugly elderly woman, and she came to the cabin that Snow White lived in with the dwarves. She showed Snow White the apple she poisoned, bloodred and perilous, but still Snow had the urge to taste it. The princess took a bite of the apple, and when she did, she died.”

“How dreadful.” Brier shook his head. “Why should the queen hate Snow White so?” he asked, incredulous. “I do not understand.”

The nurse chuckled and smiled at him. “Shall I continue?”

“Please do, Marietta. I should like to know the ending,” Brier replied with a sad smile.

“Well,” the nurse said in a warm voice. “The queen did think that she had finally rid herself of the fair maiden, but alas, there was a crack in her black magic, one that she could not foresee. The magic of the willow was stronger than her own, and it purged the strength of her poison so that Snow White did not die but slept for many years. The prince of the neighboring land did hear of a maiden sleeping soundly in the wood on a bed of wildflowers, in the cabin of seven dwarves.”

“And, I suppose, he too was handsome!”

“He was a handsome prince, I should say, though not as handsome as you, Prince Snow.” Brier blushed through his wide smile. “He came on his white steed, and he found Snow White sleeping soundly just as the rumors had told. Indeed, she was fair, and the prince decided that he had to have her in death or in life, and so he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to her rose lips.”

“What did happen then I wonder?”

“Then she did wake up, Prince Snow! Her eyelids fluttered open, and she rose from her bed made of daisies and baby’s breath! Oh, how happy were the dwarves and the prince. The dark magic that the queen put on Snow White fell upon herself! And she turned into the old and ugly woman she disguised herself as. The queen was so furious that she drove herself mad with rage. And so, Snow White married the prince, and the dwarves sang and danced and were happy. Princess Snow White had many children, and lived ever after.” When the story finished, the nurse stood up and helped Brier into the comforter. His eyes were heavy with sleep, but he pursed his lips and sighed.

“Did you not like the story, little prince?”

Brier bit the inside of his lip, struggling. “It is not that, Mar’, only that I feel sad for the princess.”

“And why should you? Did she not meet a happy end?” the nurse asked as she sat down on the corner of the bed.

“Mayhap,” Brier answered, considering. “But how did she come to love the prince who had only loved her for her beauty when the huntsman had loved her for her heart?”

The nurse blinked at the prince’s reply. “How indeed.”

“And the poor huntsman, who had died, rather than to disgrace himself with the blood of his beloved. ’Tis a sad story indeed, Marietta.” Brier pouted. “Although you said it was a happy end.”

“Well….” Marietta sighed, bemused. “I did not think of it in that way, little prince.” She tucked him in tighter as if swaddling a babe.

“I think that I should marry a huntsman over a prince,” Brier decided as he flopped his head into the mountain of pillows, smiling softly.

“And why not a princess?” the nurse questioned, crossing her arms.

“That is because I should like to be kissed by a huntsman,” Brier answered matter-of-factly.

Contact information:

E-mail:  Eabemie@gmail.com

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EAB is an airline steward/stewardess—depending on the day—who loves writing erotic fiction. This translates to serving Wild Turkey bourbon at 38,000 feet and writing smut at 3:00 a.m. EAB spends free-time role-playing and reading. While EAB’s true passion is writing, EAB also enjoys reaching high scores in nerdism, spending time with family (cats included), and watching anime. An East Coaster at heart, EAB loves New York’s Broadway and greasy, heartburn-inducing pizza. Feel free to drop a line or recommend some good reads! Always looking for a new book to devour!

Guest host: Misty Simon

I know, I know, Thanksgiving comes first and I hate to push the Big Turkey aside but my very special Christmas novel is out today and I couldn’t be happier! Christmas in Kissinger says goodbye to the people in my series Kissinger Kisses with a big, glorious THE END and happy trails to all. We wave farewell to Claudia and Nate, Chelsea and Jack, Zoe and Dex with a compilation of stories about their friends falling in luuuuuve. I hope you will love reading this as much as I loved writing it!


I absolutely adore this cover, by the way 🙂

Kissinger Kisses, Book Four

Absolutely No Returns or Exchanges
Years ago Jocelyn Moreland fled to Kissinger with a broken heart. When she’s asked to choreograph a surprise dance for an upcoming wedding, she has no idea it will lead to Sam Locke turning her life upside down.

Designs on a Dame
Logan West’s had his eye on Adele Dame but fears it’ll cause issues if he pursues her. When they catch the garter and the bouquet, respectively, at a wedding, he starts reconsidering. Now if he could only find the right time to ask her out.

Maybe This Time
A set of unfortunate events led to Mason Nottingham missing the “Christmas” he’d hoped would get his life back on track. He wants to see his son and have another chance with his ex, Paige Barton, but he’s messed up a lot. First, he has to convince her to at least give him a chance to start making amends.



Time to Write

This is November – the start of the annual NaNoWriMo – the month when authors put all sanity aside and attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in one month. It’s not something I’ve ever thought of doing. Mostly because I do have a life outside of writing – like a full time job and a family.

Okay, technically, it’s only 1667 words a day – every day. And that’s only seven pages – totally doable. I know writers who do double that in a day. But I’m not one of them. Okay, I’ve had days where I did 10,000 in a day. But it’s insane. That was an intense day that I paid for physically for a week afterward.

For those of you who are doing this – I applaud you and I will cheer you on. I wish you all good luck. And maybe… just maybe… I’ll attempt to join you, but not officially. Officially, I’m still in the background. But I can do a few pages a day. Anyone can do that. Right?