Thursday, January 23, 2014

For the Love of Christmas all year long. Help me welcome a wonderful writer, and poet, Jeniann Bowers



A few things you don't know about me, I love classical music, and poetry. When I was given the opportunity to read Jeniann's poems, I jumped on it, and loved it. Her poems are unique and touching. They are written with emotion and tell a story. Here's a little information on this great author, and a few of her poems. I hope you find them as touching as I did.








   Jeniann has been writing poetry for seven years and has one previous poetry book published, Expression on Life Book One, but recently retired it to publish Expressions and Letters, which is a follow-up book that has twenty-one new poems and personal letters written to the reader.
   Jeniann’s writing techniques are somewhat different from other poets. Jeniann writes mainly condolences poetry about her true feelings and about her life and events that take place.
 Jeniann featured video trailer created by KayCee K. Wingfield of Collection of 25 days of Christmas displaying the poem “the Christmas moment”
                                      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fbSL1Bdzk7A




Summary of book:
    Collection of 25 days of Christmas Poetry started out to be a gift to my readers on my blog, and then I realized that I needed to put them into a book for them to share with their friends and family over the holiday seasons. I hope you will enjoy these poems as much as I did writing them with my kids. May God bless you with joy, love, laughter and happiness.

Poetry Synopsis:
   Candle

Just for me
Little candle
You light the path
For me to see
In the dark and early morn
Just for me
Little candle
Your light flickers
On the wall
Dancing like
A little ballerina
Just for me
Little candle
You light the path
For me to see
In the dark and early morn
Just for Santa
Little candle
What a friend you are
You light the path
For Santa
To see
Just for Santa
Little candle
You light the path
For him to see
In the dark and early morn
Just for Santa
Little candle
Show him
Where to put the gifts
Just for me
And the cookies and milk
Just for Santa
Just for me
Little candle
You light the path
In the dark and early morn.


Christmas Cause

The cause of Christmas
Is to spread
The love of Christ
To teach
To be humble
In the presence
Of the Lord

To celebrate
A birth so dear
To us all
To remember His call
To earth
To die for us

The cause of Christmas
Is to share the
Gift of Christ
To the world
To be weak
In His presence
To never doubt
His love
To us all





                                                          Phraseology and Letters
                                                   Publisher: jeniann bowers/createspace
                                                         Creator KayCee K. Wingfield





                                                            Expressions and Letters
                                                Publisher: jeniann bowers/createspace
                                                      Creator: KayCee K.Wingfield

  




 Where to find Jeniann’s poetry and books…
Collection of 25 days of Christmas Poetry



Expressions and Letters (Print edition)

Expressions and Letters (eBook edition)

Poetess Jeniann Bowers Blog:

Monday, January 13, 2014

Tuesday Teaser with a sneak peak into some upcoming stories.

I 'm working on a few stories right now and thought I'd take a moment and share a little excerpt from each one. 

This first one is from Last Chance to Run. 
The second one in 'The Guardians of Hope Series.

 Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she inched along the wall to the edge. Tracy stopped and peered around the corner. The truck was there, just like Pat promised. All Tracy needed to do was make it across the compound and past the main house. A loud explosion rocked the ground beneath her, Pat’s diversion worked. All the guards headed towards the bunkers.
With only a few minutes to spare, it was now or never. Tracy took off in a dead run. She was only seconds from freedom when the front door of the house flew open. Not looking back she pushed her aching legs harder. They would not catch her, not again.
Another explosion vibrated the wet grass, pushing her faster. Muffled popping echoed in her ears as bullets whizzed past. She ran in a zigzag pattern, remembering the stories her dad told her, when he explained how that saved his life. Now she depended on everything she learned from him to save her own. If they caught her again, they would kill her.
She dove into the trees. Branches blanketing the ground ripped open her hands and knees. Scrambling around, she searched for something to protect herself but came up empty. She was just a few feet from the security fence that surrounded the compound. It was layered with razor wire and no match for her. She’d already tried climbing it once. The truck had to work, she had to get away.
She jumped up and ran towards it when the blast echoed in her ears. The burn was instant and the impact threw her up against the tree. She gasped as the fire raced through her shoulder. It wasn’t the first time she’d been shot.  Pain radiated down her arm as she pushed away from the tree. Damn. Pulling her elbow close to her waist, she crouched low. The truck was only about twenty feet away. Freedom was so close. She stepped forward when a hand snaked out of the shadows and wrapped around her face, covering her mouth. 
Tracy struggled, clawing at the hand, wrenching her head side to side, trying to break free. She wasn’t going back, she’d rather die. This was her last chance to run.

The next story is my Young Adult, If I knew Then
This is a story of conviction, courage and the determination of a young girl to survive even when the odds are stacked against her.

 Icy cold fingers tightened around Angel’s wrist, jerking her hand back towards her arm. She gasped, and her eyes widened, as her wrist cracked against the pressure. Her knees grew weak and she fell forward, grabbing the crush velvet theater seat in front of her. Her fingernail's bit into the fabric as her mother’s eyes blazed down at her. A high pitch screech filtered in from the hall, and Angel’s heart pounded in her chest.
“That would be your sister unlocking the back door.”
Her Mother’s voice was hard, but not an unfamiliar tone to Angel. Her fingers opened and Angel’s hand dropped like a rock, and she grabbed it, clutching it to her chest. Her wrist throbbed and her fingers were numb, but she knew it wouldn't last. It never did. Her mother always knew when to stop.
“I want everything brought in, and the boxes emptied on stage before everyone arrives. You only have an hour, now get moving.”
Her mother rolled her eyes as Angel dropped her arm, and shook her hand to relieve the pain. The tingling in her fingertips disappeared, and Angel opened her mouth but her mother waved her hand to dismiss her as mother checked her watch.
“One hour, Angel. Not a minute more.”
Her mother turned on her heels, then rushed out the side door.
Angel’s fear subsided, but anger took over as she stomped up the aisle. Her footsteps echoed through the musty dark theater, blocking all other sounds around her. One more year, just one more year. She yanked open the front door. Wincing as the pain shot across her ribs. Angel sucked in a breath, and the cold metal handle slipped from her fingers as she grabbed her side.  They said time healed all wounds. Well, they really got that one wrong. The slamming door vibrated across the floor, and she cringed.  
“How many times have I told you not to slam that door?” Alice said, mocking their mother’s voice.
She stifled back a moan and gritted her teeth. She loved her sister, and the throbbing pain she tried to rub away, was a harsh reminder of how much. Her dad told her to take care of her sisters when his unit deployed last year. He just never knew who she needed to protect them from every time he left. 

Now here's a small blurb to my first book, Rescued from the Dark, 




BLURB:
She has no memory of their love...

Kidnapped by terrorists and sent into a drug-induced coma, FBI intern Mercedes Kingsley awakes with no memory of her ordeal—or the intimate interlude that left her pregnant. Convinced her child was fathered by her ex-fiancĂ©, she walks away from the only man she has ever loved, determined to make things work with her ex, a man the FBI suspects is implicated in her abduction.


He knows the truth, but no one will listen...

FBI undercover agent Jason Michaels remembers what Mercy can’t and those memories are breaking his heart. Forced to keep his distance from his lover and their unborn child, Jason risks his life to protect Mercy from a cell of international terrorists who have vowed to get the secrets locked in her memory, no matter the cost. Can Jason convince Mercy to trust him until she remembers their past, or will he lose her to a man who will trap her in a nightmare world of darkness from which there is no escape?


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Saturday, January 4, 2014






            Writing is my passion, but reading is my love. 
So putting more books into my New Years resolution wasn't that hard. I try to read at least one book a month. My first love has always been Romantic Suspense.





But who doesn't like a little comedy especially when it is filled with two men to die for, Ranger and Morelli. 
I truly like Morelli, but I would love to have a Ranger in my life.

I always make goals, yet miss meeting them because life seems to get in the way, so this year I made my goals achievable.  
I plan on reading one book a month, and putting a review on my blog and writing three books of my own.  Now if I could just keep life's little bumps under control I might just achieve these.

Follow the link below for the other authors on this hop and find out what books they've loved, and what goals they have planned for 2014.

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Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Letting go of the past and setting Goals for the future




 I am very happy to say good-bye to 2013, and welcome 2014 with open arms.

I saw a lot of changes last year, some amazing and some not so amazing, but I see many more coming in 2014.



I decided not to make any resolutions this year, instead I am setting goals.
In 2012 I had my first Short Story published, Saving Angel in the Wild at Heart Anthology. 
In 2013 I had my first full length book, Rescued from the Dark published through Black Opal Books in February
Then in December I had another Short story, The Christmas Contract, published in the Anthology, A Touch of Winter, through Black Opal Books.

Do you see a pattern? One in 2012, two in 2013, now for my Goal for 2014...Publish three books by the end of the year.
I have two in the works. 
My first Young Adult, If I knew Then
And the second book in my suspense series, Last Chance to Run.
Now to come up with my third book...Maybe a medical mystery, Saving JT, or trying my hand at a romantic comedy. 
The next year is an open book with blank pages waiting for me to fill them with a story that will grab you from the first page, and hold you on the edge of your seat until the final word.  
                                 Every Writers Goal.

What's your resolutions, or goals for next year?
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