Indie Author Release: Come the Dark by Rebecca Hamilton

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COME, THE DARK

by USA Today Bestselling Author, Rebecca Hamilton

 

Rose desperately wants to escape the abuse of the father who impregnated her and the dark spirits that haunt her life. Being thrust from Georgia 1961 into the era of Salem’s infamous witch trials isn’t what she had in mind, and now her daughter is left hopelessly out of reach.

The only way to return to her daughter is by facing certain death to banish the dark spirits that plague Salem. If she doesn’t eliminate these dark spirits in time, they will destroy civilization and trap her in this strange new place, ages away from her daughter.

Even if she can complete the task in time to return home to save her daughter, there’s still one problem: she’s falling in love with a man who can’t return with her. Achieving her goals will force her to choose between the only man who has never betrayed her and a daughter she can’t quite remember but will never forget.

A heart-wrenching tale of a mother’s love for her daughter, this romantic paranormal fantasy underlines the depravity of both historical and modern society while capturing the essence of sacrifice and devotion.

TRIGGER WARNING: This book deals with the sensitive subject of sexual abuse.

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THE FOREVER GIRL

by USA Today Bestselling Author, Rebecca Hamilton

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At twenty-two, practicing Wiccan Sophia Parsons is scratching out a living waiting tables in her Rocky Mountain hometown, a pariah after a string of unsolved murders with only one thing in common: her.

Sophia can imagine lots of ways to improve her life, but she'd settle for just getting rid of the buzzing noise in her head. When the spell she casts goes wrong, the static turns into voices. Her personal demons get company, and the newcomers are dangerous. One of them is a man named Charles, who Sophia falls for despite her better judgment. He has connections that might help her unveil the mystery surrounding her ancestor's hanging, but she gets more than she bargains for when she finally decides to trust him. The Forever Girl is a full-length Paranormal Fantasy novel that will appeal to lovers of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, witches, vampires, ghosts, paranormal mystery, and paranormal horror.

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About the Author

 

Rebecca Hamilton is a USA Today Bestselling Paranormal Fantasy author who also dabbles in Horror and Literary Fiction. She lives in Florida with her husband and four kids. She enjoys dancing with her kids to television show theme songs and would love the beach if it weren’t for the sand. Having a child diagnosed with autism has inspired her to illuminate the world through the eyes of characters who see things differently. She is represented by Rossano Trentin of TZLA and has been published internationally, in three languages. You can follow her on twitter @InkMuse

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Why I celebrate Christmas even though I'm not Christian

The Christmas season is here!

Our Christmas Tree! Still needs a star.

For me this means buying presents, putting up decorations, baking, and spending time with family.

For others, it also means going to festivals, participating in Church activities, and more. Or, it may mean celebrating an entirely different holiday, or no holiday at all.

I, for one, no longer find it strange or hold it against anyone who didn't want to celebrate Christmas. Celebrating during the holidays is a personal choice, though I used to find it weird when people didn't do it. At one of my old jobs, I had a co-worker who was a Jehovah's Witness, and she didn't celebrate any holidays at all. I found it particularly strange that they didn't even celebrate Easter or Christmas since they do believe in Jesus Christ and recognize him as the Son of God, so when Christmas came around, I asked her why she didn't celebrate.

Her answer was simple: "We don't believe there needs to be a special day to recognize God or Jesus or give presents. We pray every day, and I give presents to my son and my family whenever I want to."

I have to admit that her answer really made me think. A lot of people scoff at Jehovah's Witnesses, at their door-to-door tactics and their refusal to celebrate holidays, but what she said did speak to me on a certain level. Why did we need special days to spend time with our families, to give presents, and to commune with our faith? Was my outlook on this whole thing just plain wrong?

To slam the point home further, I remember going on Facebook later that month and commenting on some Christmas-bashing discussion that was going on. When I mentioned that I celebrate Christmas, someone fired back at me, "Why do you celebrate a holiday that belongs to a religion you don't even believe in? That seems stupid to me."

Yes, it's true, I'm not a Christian. And it's also true that I don't worship any God, though I am a spiritual person and do believe in a higher power (and for the record, I do believe that Jesus existed and he did some wonderful things). And I also do agree that we shouldn't need a special reason to spend time with our families and give gifts to one another. I buy things for my boyfriend and for friends and family throughout the year without any special reason, usually just because I see something I think they might like and if I can afford to get it I buy it for them. And yet, I still celebrate Christmas despite these things.

So, why? Why do I celebrate a holiday that belongs to a religion I don't believe in?

The truth is, I think people need holidays like Christmas more than we'd like to acknowledge.

As an introvert and a semi-workaholic, I don't get out much. I don't see many people other than my boyfriend and his children whom we live with. I talk to my mother on the phone (who lives on the other side of the country) a couple times a week, and I talk to my father, stepmother and my sister even less though they live maybe 40 minutes away. It isn't that I don't love them, or they don't love me, or even that I don't see them every so often. But we're all busy living our lives, taking care of business, and chasing our dreams whenever possible.

We all have our own lives, and it's important that we live them. But we often get so wrapped up in our projects and our problems that we neglect our loved ones. Our families have a huge part in shaping who we are, and yet as we grow and live and learn, many of us don't connect with them as often as we should.

Honestly, we should all take the time to visit our families more often. To come over for dinner, to play and laugh and talk and enjoy each others company. To give each other things as we are so inclined because it makes the other person happy, or because we see something we think they'd like or need. I don't consider myself the kind of person who will give the shirt off my back for someone else, but I love buying and giving presents to people for any reason, far more than I enjoy receiving presents myself, and I think people should make a practice of it more often. Even if it's true that people tend to get uncomfortable when you buy them things for no reason, simply because they then feel obligated to get something for you.

But the fact is, we don't do these things. Maybe the purpose of Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Jesus, just other holidays throughout the year have the purpose to honor some other deity or saint or important person. But the reason I celebrate Christmas is to honor the tradition of family. To take the time to appreciate my friends and loved ones, and to really make them feel appreciated for all the good they've brought into my life.

Sure, I could make up my own holiday if I wanted to do that, or just pick some other holiday entirely. I know people who celebrate New Years instead of Christmas and just have their family dinners and exchange gifts then. But my mother's half of the family is Christian, and we've been celebrating Christmas for a long time, so why change now?

If you're the kind of person who visits their family and friends often, who shares lots of special moments with them throughout the year and needs no convention or excuse to do so, then you don't need holidays. But if you're like me, a person who gets so wrapped up with their own life that they don't see their friends and family often, then the holidays are important. They're a reminder to me to reconnect, to rekindle old bonds and enjoy new ones. And they're a reminder to a lot of other people, too.

So, to all the cynics out there who want to know why I celebrate Christmas, I do it out of love. Not love for Jesus, but love for all the people in my life.

If that's not worth an Amen, I don't know what is.

Writing Prompt: There were three of them

So, I've decided to start using writing prompts at the

beginning of my writing sessions. Not necessarily to get me going on my WIP again (though I will be doing that too), but just to get me writing in general. While I'm not going to make myself write past the initial flash of interest on any of these, I've found writing prompts to be helpful in the past, and some of them have even carried forward into entire stories.

Today's writing prompt was to write a story that starts with the line 'There were three of them.' And I must say I'm somewhat pleased with what I turned out. It's definitely not a story, but it has the makings of one. It could even be a novel someday.

But for now, here it is, in all it's rough, unedited glory:

There were three of them. All dressed in hoodies and ripped jeans, their heads bent down over their text books as they pretended to study along with the rest of the class. They looked ordinary enough, with neatly trimmed haircuts and bland, unremarkable faces – the kind of kids you’d wouldn’t even give a second glance.

But Christine knew them for what they really were. 

Monsters.

She’d seen them file in during homeroom, and for a moment she thought maybe they were just new students. She'd just been about to dismiss them, but then she noticed that not one of the other students was looking at or talking to these newcomers. Her classroom seemed to flow around these three like water, almost as if they didn’t exist, which was highly unusual. Ordinarily, the arrival of a new kid sparked glances and whispered conversation, if not outright attempts to welcome or converse with them, and the fact that these three seemed practically invisible was enough to make the hair rise on the back of Christine's neck.

One of the monsters – the blond one, glanced up as if to check the clock. Christine didn’t miss that his worksheet was completely blank, nor the way his eyes scanned the room. Surreptitiously, she turned her head toward the bulletin board to her left and relaxed her eyes, perceiving him through her peripheral vision.

As before, his features instantly changed; his hair became longer and stringier, his face growing gaunt and turning a pale shade of blue. His brown eyes now burned with orange fire, and his lips widened, revealing rows of shark-like teeth. Fighting back a shudder, Christine glanced away from the bulletin board and the boy’s face returned to normal, just as before.

“Ms. Fusco, is there somewhere else you’d rather be right now?” Ms. Flanagan rapped her knuckles sharply against her desk, and the entire class swiveled their heads around to look at Christine, including the monsters. “I see there seems to be something more important than your worksheet.”

“N-no, Ms. Flanagan.” Christine lowered her eyes, her face flushing. “I was just trying to work through a problem in my head.”

“Well that won’t do,” Ms. Flanagan scrunched up her bird-like nose, causing her glasses to slide down the bridge of her nose. She gave Christine a stern glare, then pushed them back up. “I expect you to use your scratch paper if you need to work something out.”

“Yes Ms. Flanagan. It won’t happen again.” Christine ducked her head, returning her eyes to her paper. Her pulse was pounding in her ears as though she’d just done a set of laps around the track.

Smooth move, attracting the attention of the entire class, an inner voice snapped. Now the monsters have taken notice of you.

Flicking her eyes ahead, her heart nearly stopped as she noticed one of them had turned his head and stared at her directly. She immediately looked away, but she felt his eyes stay on her for several more seconds before he, too, turned back to his work.

There was no doubt about it now. She was definitely going to have to kill them.

Do you use writing prompts? If so, have you found them helpful in boosting your creative juices? Would love to hear your thoughts.

It's good to be back again

Hello blogging world.

My name is Jasmine. In case you haven't guessed, I'm a writer.

I know I'm not the only one, of course, and I don't necessarily think it makes me special.

But unlike a lot of budding novelists out there, I actually earn my bread and butter putting words down on paper. Which must mean that I'm good at it, at least some of the time. On occasion, I'll even look down at the page and feel proud of what I've written.

Anyway, I've done this blogging stuff before. I had a writing blog a few years back, but after a divorce and what some might call a mid-life crisis, I unplugged from the writing world, and the internet in general, for about a year. I spent quite some time figuring out where the hell I was going and what I was doing with my life. I gave up writing as a career. In fact, I gave up writing in general.

But of course, old habits die hard. I've never really been able to stay away from the keyboard, or the notebook, or whatever scraps of paper and pens I've got on hand. It took me awhile to find my way, and I must say it's a bit like re-entering society after a stint in rehab. I'm still shaky and unsure when I open up Scrivener, still worried that at any moment I might falter, or fail completely, and all my hard work will be for nothing.

It's a little pathetic sometimes, honestly, how I allow my lethargy and insecurity to drag me down. But I've come to realize that above all else, I need to be disciplined. I need some accountability. After those two things get in, drive and inspiration will follow. So, aside from working on my novel, I've started blogging again. It's time to share my thoughts and connect with fellow writers again. After all, who's ever going to read my stuff if no one knows I exist?

Stuff you can expect to find on this blog include:

• Writing (character development, plot, technique, etc.)
• Authors (ones I like, ones I dislike, thoughts on their advice or personal stories)
• Book reviews (on occasion)
• Various philosphical meanderings
• Short stories
• WIP Excerpts
• Random crap from my life

Right. Well, time to get back to the WIP. Until next time.