FeaturedHAPPY 2nd Book Birthday, Jorja!

 

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I cannot believe it’s been two years since I launched The Life & Death of Jorja Graham but it has, and I want to celebrate!

It’s 2016 and a lot has happened since she first went live. Originally, Jorja’s book was going to be a standalone, but the characters just kept talking to me and the fans of her story wanted more. So I sat down and finished what I started and The Echoed Life of Jorja Graham was born.

Book 2, which completed the duology, was released in April of 2015. So, this leaves me with one question… Have you met Jorja Graham?

Please join me in celebrating Jorja’s birthday!

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FeaturedFairy Tale Confessions- 14 bestselling authors come together in a collaboration

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Fourteen bestselling authors twist up your favorite fairy tales into all new content.

Will your favorite have a happily-ever-after?

Get ready to meet some sexy, not-so-valiant princes, punk-rock princesses, villains turned heroes, and truly vile monsters wreaking havoc within our favorite tales.

Read about Dancing Princesses getting their groove on in a disco club, a seriously sexy Rumpelstiltskin, and one alluring Puss-in-Boots, plus many, many more captivating characters in these fourteen all new short-stories.

Featured stories include: Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Pinocchio, Jack and the Beanstalk, The Snow Queen, Twelve Dancing Princesses, Puss-in-Boots, Rumpelstiltskin, Little Red Riding Hood, The Little Mermaid, Rapunzel, Alice in Wonderland, Hansel and Gretel, and Beauty and the Beast.

(This collection and its authors are being featured at RT 2016 at the Fairy Tale Costume Party in Vegas, hosted by Sarah J. Pepper and Tish Thawer. Be sure to get your copy and stop by if you’re attending the event.)

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FeaturedThe Echoed Life of Jorja Graham Prologue Teaser

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Prologue

 

Days passed, then weeks and months, and I wondered how long my reincarnation would take. Would I need to be born a child and then grow into an adult before I could finally find my way back to Corbin and my family? Or would it be by some other means? Questions flooded my mind daily, but what did I expect? I was living in an unknown realm with an ethereal being, waiting for a second chance at life with nothing but hopes and dreams to fill my time. What else did I have to do but ponder my future? Lists and routines were a part of my genetic makeup and without them I was like a fish out of water.

That morning in the foyer of Rhetta’s estate, everything had changed. The moment the other spirits passed into the light and moved on to their heaven, I was taken here to live with Astra. She explained that I’d need to remain with her until she could find just the right moment for me to be “reborn,” and I couldn’t help but wonder what that actually meant. Will I know who I am? Will others recognize me? I was fairly certain that Cat and Corbin would, but would I be forced to watch my aunts from afar? Should I be mourning their loss in the same way I’m certain they had mourned mine?

“Lost in your thoughts again I see,” Astra said as she appeared across the room.

I chuckled to myself. Astra’s responses often made me think of my aunts. “Yes, always lost in something, and while your heavenly space is lovely, you might want to consider adding some earthly amenities,” I teased. “A coffee maker might be a nice start.”

“You humor me, Jorja, but you know as well as I that your addiction to caffeine is all mental, considering you don’t have a physical body to put it in. Coffee and all the other things you miss from your previous life are nothing more than phantom desires, echoes if you will. I do, however, have some good news to share with you.”

“Oh, really? Do tell.” I smiled.

“There is a young woman who was in a horrible car accident with her mother and sister. They did not survive but she did––in a way. Grace has been left in a vegetative state and has been praying to be released from her comatose prison.”

I gaped at Astra. “That’s awful. How on earth can that be good news?”

“Because Jorja, I’m going to grant her wish, bringing her the peace she deserves, and in doing so, giving you your second life.”

I stared at her in disbelief. How is that going to work? I’m going to be someone else, live someone else’s life? I can’t do that just so I can live again.

Astra responded as if on cue. I constantly forgot that she could hear my every thought.

“You are not taking her life, Jorja; it was already taken by someone else. This is simply me giving you a new body, a new face, but you will still be you.”

Tears began to roll down my cheeks. “So my aunts and Cat won’t be able to know the ‘new’ me. I will have to live as this girl, live her life?”

Moments passed before Astra answered. “In time, Jorja, all will be revealed, but for now, it’s time for you to start anew.”

Astra took hold of my hand and the next instant we were standing in the hospital room where Grace was laying, hooked up to several different machines. My heart ached for this young woman; it was too early for her life to be over. As I stared down at her, I wondered what dreams she had for her future and was sorry they would never come to fruition.

Astra moved to stand next to Grace and waved her hands over the girl’s heart and head. All at once, Grace’s soul began to rise and separate from her physical being, until she was hovering in front of Astra and me. She was beautiful. Long black hair, pale blue eyes just like mine, and similar facial features. Hell, if I didn’t know better we could have been related, there was such a strong resemblance.

“I’m so sorry, Grace,” I said as I stood face to face with the woman I would soon become.

“Don’t be. I don’t belong here anymore. Besides, Astra has other plans for me, and I believe that is where my true destiny lies,” Grace said as she smiled over at Astra.

The monitors in the room continued to beep in a steady rhythm as the three of us just stood there. I didn’t know what else to say. Astra must’ve sensed my trepidation and clasped my hand.

“Astra, I am so grateful you are doing this for me…for Corbin, but I guess the one question I’d really like to ask before we go forward is, why? Why would you do this for us?”

She smiled. “Because you both deserve this second chance.”

“Oh,” I muttered shyly.

“Corbin needs you, Jorja, needs the stability you provide so he can once again balance the power between the realms. His brother, Quentin, no longer governs his domain with equality but instead uses tyranny to subjugate the demons living in the underworld. After Lilith’s betrayal, Quentin became suspicious of everyone. He even at one point believed Corbin was trying to shift the balance of power to overthrow him. That is why Corbin chose to leave his realm in hopes of diffusing his brother’s rage, but with you by his side, he can go back to being the ruler he was born to be. He can once again bring unity to the underworld and prevent an impending war.”

I sighed heavily. “Sheesh, no pressure with all that.”

Astra laughed. “It’s not meant to be pressure, Jorja. You’ve dealt with your fair share of injustices yourself. You and Corbin were meant to be and this is how,” she said as she pointed to Grace’s body.

“But she’s human, this will still have the same conclusion, Astra. Eventually I will die.”

“Not this time, Jorja. For in this life you will be an angel who is simply living as a human.”

“What?” I exclaimed.

“It is as it should be.” Astra smiled.

The room flashed, and I was no longer with Grace or Astra. Instead, I was staring into a stark white abyss. When I opened my eyes, I was looking at the ceiling of the hospital room and choking on the tube down my throat. The alarm on the machines began to sound and within seconds, nurses and doctors were restraining my hands as I frantically tried to rip the tube from my mouth. They clamored for me to calm down and allow them to do their jobs.

My new life had begun in a flash, but I had no idea how I was going to pretend to be someone I wasn’t. The phrase “God never gives you more than you can handle” kept coming to mind. I hoped Astra and her godly brethren knew what they were doing, because I was clueless as to how I was supposed to live a life that wasn’t mine. All I could do was make my way back to Corbin and hope together we could find our happily ever after.


 

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Why is a raven like a writing desk??

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I woke up this morning with that question in my head. Why, I have no idea…the after effects of anesthesia or just my mind coming back to life after all these weeks of being blocked with a thousand and two other things on my plate? Who knows, but, either way, I’m glad to being thinking creatively again. So why is a raven like a writing desk? For me, it’s the freedom to fly and create whatever I can imagine. Characters and plots are starting to flow into intricate streams. Now that Jorja’s story has come to an end, Kylah has been nudging my mind and wondering when I’ll be coming back to tell her and The Nine’s story. Nola, from Captivated by Crimson has also been waiting patiently to learn her fate. However, they will have to wait because I’m currently in the middle of writing Puss in Boots, a short story that will be included in the Fairy Tale Confessions collection published by Amber Leaf Publishing. It is an amazing collection of fourteen best-selling authors. (How I got lucky enough to be included in this mix of talent is still beyond me, but I’m going with it.) 😛

Needless to say, I am still healing from my surgery and since my move to Orlando has been put on hold for the time being, I am getting back to business and back to writing. I miss my desk, my computer, my pencils, and my plot notebooks, but most of all I miss my characters voices chatting in my head. It’s their constant din that soothes my ragged mind. So I’m embracing my ravens and my writing desk and flying! Off to finish my tale of Evin Keyes, a female con artist that is more than meets the eye.

Much love everyone!

Brynn

 

COVER REVEAL!!

 

I am beyond elated to finally be able to share the super-secret project that’s been in the works for months now…Check out this amazing cover and all the fabulous authors I have the privilege of sharing book space with. This is going to be a great collaboration. Make sure to mark it on your TBR and grab your copy before RT 2016!

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Fairy Tale Confessions by Sarah J. Pepper, Tish Thawer M. Clarke, Amy Daws, L.P. Dover, Elizabeth Montgomery, Shannon Morton, Brynn Myers, Wendy Owens, Cameo Renae, Kellie Sheridan, Jessica Sorensen, Kristen Strassel, K.R. Wilburn Fourteen bestselling authors twist up your favorite tales.

Will your favorite have a happily-ever-after?

Get ready to meet some sexy, not-so-valiant princes, punk-rock princesses, villains turned heroes, and truly vile monsters wreaking havoc within our favorite tales.

Read about Dancing Princesses getting their groove on in a disco club, a seriously sexy Rumpelstiltskin, and one alluring Puss-in-Boots, plus many, many more captivating characters in these fourteen all new short-stories.

(This collection and its authors are being featured at RT 2016 at the Fairy Tale Costume Party in Vegas, hosted by Sarah J. Pepper and Tish Thawer. Be sure to get your copy and stop by if you’re attending the event.)

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25875555-fairy-tale-confessions

Books Make Me Happy Halloween Flash Fiction Event!!

 

Halloween Flash Fiction Event: Brynn Myers

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Thank you for joining us for this Halloween Flash Fiction Event story from Brynn Myers. The story Brynn tells here is an especially “heebie-jeebies-inducing” one for me, as it touches on a couple of my personal fears. The image is a stock photo from a DeviantART artist who specifically allows it to be used on outside websites, with credit and links posted. Big thanks, to both the author and the artist, for sharing. Now… on to the story…

Trapped

by Brynn Myers

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Copyright 2014 by Brynn Myers

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The tips of Megan’s fingers were raw and bloody from her latest round of digging, but there was no time to agonize over the pain. She had to break away more of the weathered stone and mortar and she had to work quickly. The sun was going down and soon she’d lose the small amount of light that filtered in from the bar covered window.

The sound of footsteps sent Megan scurrying to the corner, away from her project. The last thing she needed was for her captor to find out what she’d been doing. Once she created a space big enough to crawl through, the glass would easily be broken, but those rusty bars were so damn stubborn. She’d been down here, working on her escape every day for weeks, but with constant interruptions, she was starting to lose hope.

As the footsteps above moved closer, Megan’s anxiety increased. Her grand plan to escape tonight was looking grim, and she feared soon she’d be buried amidst the darkness of this dank cellar forever. Shadows passed back and forth on the other side of the door, the sound of heels clicking loudly against the hard oak confirmed it was her captor. When the door opened, incandescent light spilled into the room, obscuring their face as they bent down to leave a tray of food––not food really, more like a bowl of cold soup, stale bread and tepid water in a plastic cup. As soon as the tray clattered, the door shut. Megan banged her head against the cobweb covered wall and began to sob, but tears were useless; they would not free her. Only action could save her now.

30112012237_by_balenaucigasa-d823oewMegan stood and moved closer to the opening, hoping the last glimmer of moonlight would be enough to allow her to dig some more. Unfortunately, it not nearly enough to help her cause. She slid down the wall till her hands touched the floor. Why would someone do this to her? What was she to do now? Questions continued to flood her mind until she eventually snapped. She crawled over and pulled off one of the boards at the foot of the staircase, her hands aching as she clutched the wood. Megan screamed and whacked violently at the glass until nothing but shards surrounded the edges. She ripped away the chicken wire and gripped the bars, rocking them back and forth. Nothing. No movement.

Hope sparked when headlights came into view. She waved her hands wildly, praying they’d see her. In the next instant, the car swerved and slammed headlong into the wall and Megan was thrust back into the cellar, the scent of dust and gasoline filling the air. By the time, she realized what happened, it was too late. Blood dripped from her mouth and a sharp pain struck her in the gut. As she looked down at her stomach, she saw the piece of wood she’d used from the stairs impaled deep within her.

The door slammed opened and a woman screamed as the room went red with a fiery explosion. From this night forward she’d be eternally trapped in this hell, forever bound to this now scorched earth. As her soul began to climb out of her battered body, Megan forced herself to stay. She would not go quietly into the night, no, she’d have the last word. There were only two things Megan could think of as her final heartbeat sounded–Hell hath no fury and karma was going to be a bitch.

About The Author

Brynn Myers is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance author. After considering writing a hobby for years, she finally turned her passion and talent into a career. She came into the paranormal genre later than most but has always loved fairy-tales and all things magical. Using that love, she creates charmed worlds by writing stories involving passionate, strong willed characters with something to discover.

Brynn lives with her family in the Brevard County, Florida area.

 Also…

You can meet & greet with Brynn  in February, as she is one of the Featured Authors at Coastal Magic, an urban fantasy and paranormal romance convention in Daytona Beach, FL.

About The Artist

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