Deadly Dominance by Adam Reese and Alexia Vice

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Adam Reese & Alexia Vice have taken DARK to a whole new level!

5 Star Erotica Horror “Deadly Dominance” by Adam Reese and Alexia Vice. Check out this sexy tale of horror and BDSM today! Available on Amazon for $1.99 and free on KU.

****WARNING ADULTS 18+ ONLY****

Graphic Violence, Sexual Content, Language, and Drug Use

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My Testimony

I was sitting in my office the other night thinking about how I could put my new perspective into words. I’m just going to put what happened to me three months ago out there. Here is my testimony.

Last year, I had stepped down from my position as an Assistant Produce Manager because I wanted to pursue a writing career. I enjoyed writing books and articles, but for a while it seemed like nothing was panning out for me. Eventually it got to the point where I realized I was only writing because I wanted to make money and turn it into a career. Yes, this is a dream we all have and very few of us actually get to live it.

I sat down one night and typed up a post on this blog about how I felt like I was settling into the darkest places of my mind. Everything seemed to not fall into place the way I wanted it to. I was jealous of small things in other people’s lives because they seemed so happy and content with the life they were living. Then, I realized social media will always portray the good, and rarely the bad. My dark place led to my constant drinking to numb whatever was panging at my brain every night. My writing seemed to turn into a hell that I did not want to pull myself to anymore because I felt like I had failed with my first novel. It hurt to know that I was not as GREAT as my ego made me out to be. I deceived many on social media with lavish pictures of me going out with friends and wearing clothes that I had bought on my manager salary. It was all materialistic and fake.

I didn’t realize I had a spending problem until I stepped down from being an assistant. My checks went to expensive surround sound systems, televisions, video games, buying more of my books, and a nice brand new car. I mean, I thought I was living in heaven, but I never really saw the negative of what would happen if things didn’t work out with my writing. My readers, friends, and family praised me for my story. It was a great moment in my life, but I had a hard time sitting at the computer to work on my books because I only wanted to enjoy the materialistic things that were in my life. This is where I was in the wrong place.

After I stepped down, I stopped writing for about three months. I focused on just working and trying to make ends meet. I was worried about how I would pay my credit cards, my mortgage, my car, insurance, food, gas, and utilities. I mean, I was a wreck for a long time. My fiance talked to me and her mom was very generous to help me with my car, which I still appreciate dearly today. I even know my mother and father to help me out too on rainy days when I really need help, whether it is a few dollars for the mortgage, or the doctor when I’m ill. I thank god now every day for the support system around me that will help me get through the toughest rode I’ve walked on yet.

I went out and started applying for other jobs because I was in disgust with the job I was at, and I am currently at now. My new job search started with a restaurant needing a waiter. I received a call literally thirty minutes after I turned the application in. The place was desperate, but I felt like I could do better because the job I currently had was better with benefits, hours, and pay. I walked out of the interview shaking my head with utter disbelief.

I continued to apply for more jobs and ended up at a gas station. The pay was less, but I was desperate for anything other than where I was working currently. I went to the interview, orientation, and even the first day of training. You guys probably remember my post about this job and how much I didn’t like it. I ended up walking away from it after the first day because my gut feeling told me to walk away after I heard about a girl and manager getting shot behind the place a few weeks prior. Thanks for the opportunity, but I can’t see myself ending up dead behind a dumpster. So I walked away.

I ended up going to an interview for another job at a retailer that i liked. I had a great interview, the pay was better, and it seemed like the place I needed to be at. I took my drug test the next day. I was suffering from a really bad case of strep throat so I was a little woozy through the whole experience. This time though I called two weeks later like they told me to about my drug test if they didn’t respond. The hiring manager said to call back because she was in an orientation. She was all snooty and treated me like a dog over the phone. (Or maybe that’s just how I heard it. Who knows.) I called the next week and left a message. I didn’t hear anything for two or three days. At this time, I had already given my other job my availability which was 3 days a week. Only 18 hours. I went through this stretch for almost a month and a half. I couldn’t wait any longer cause I was getting behind on bills again. I emailed the retailer that hired me and no response. I called two more times and no response. Pretty much there has still been no response.

I ended up going to my boss and telling her to up my hours back to 35 to 40 hours. So she did because I’m one of her best workers. I started getting back on track with my bills and trying to get my priorities squared away. Then, a turning point hit me, and I don’t know what happened, but I was going home one night from work. My heart was heavy, and I was in so much pain. I could not pinpoint what it was from. I know I had been struggling with depression most of the year last year, but this time, it was unbearable. It got to the point where I had to pull over and just slam my head on the steering wheel. I couldn’t concentrate on the road, and my eyes were blinded by my tears. Everything I had hoped for. My dreams, my wishes, everything felt like it no longer mattered. I had lost hope in myself…

I grabbed my phone and flipped through a few of the contacts, but I didn’t want anyone to know what I was feeling. I didn’t want to bother them with my problems. My problems were always written on here, and I always let my readers and friends on here get me through the rocky road I was on. Then, something happened that I haven’t done since I was fifteen years old, or so, when I found out my cousin had passed away. I bowed my head, clasped my hands together, and prayed. I prayed for myself, for my family, for everything. I felt goosebumps rise up my arms and across my chest. It was like someone was holding me in their arms. It was one of the most amazing and comforting feelings I had experienced through everything the last few months. Nothing could compare to the comfort that I had felt. Even now when I remember what happened three months ago in the rain, still gets me a little teary eyed. If it wasn’t for that moment of desperation for help and hope that someone was watching over me and wanting to save me from my thoughts, I would probably not be here now. If I had gone home without that one prayer to Jesus, I would have taken my own life…

I went to church the next few weeks and felt empowered like I can change my life. If I am really not as happy as I want to be, I can change it. I just need to do it and stop letting computers, games, movies, and cell phones distract me. I turned off my phone and cable for about a month or two. I let myself focus on myself, my writing, and my relationship with Nadine. Everything started to piece back together and I felt like I had control over my life again. I was going to work with a smile on my face, I was writing for hours on end, and I could feel the Lord with me through it all.

One night I was sitting at my computer writing a post for my blog when I received a message on facebook. This was after I turned everything back on cause I needed to communicate with some of my contacts about my book. I had a friend from high school message me. She told me her testimony and her husband did as well. It was like she came back into my life for a reason. She pointed out scriptures that I needed to read, and she still does today. I tell myself all the time that there was a reason she communicated with me because she found me through my author website because she randomly had a thought in her head about me. She was curious to know what was going on with me. She looked me up on facebook and found my author page, then messaged me on my personal page. She thought I was doing fantastic since I published  a book, but I really wasn’t. We talked and she made me realize that I am not the only one with problems. There are bigger problems going on in other people’s lives, and I am sitting here getting depressed over unpaid bills that will not kill me. Her words to me helped me move past my past and live in the present.

After this, I started listening to my preacher’s sermons closer and finding the messages in them. I even started reading the bible to learn more about the beginning and the stories of the old and new testament. Now, I sit here and feel joy inside me. I’ve found that no matter what struggles you are dealing with today, no matter what road you are walking on, and no matter how easy your life may be so far, we all are going to experience something that will be a turning point in our lives. Whether it’s writing a book, traveling around the world, or finding that love you have been waiting eagerly for. We all will experience a turning point that will lead us to where we need to be.

If you feel like you are not where you need to be in your life, then change it. Lead yourself in the direction you want to go. Try to love what you do, even if it is a job that you do not enjoy. We all focus so much I doing things that we love and making money off of it. Yes, it is great to be paid for the things we love to do, but what if we loved what we did without the monetary value? What if we played music for the love of it, wrote for the love of it, played sports for the love of it? I mean, society has turned so much to making those millions, but if that is engulfed in your mind are you really going to continue to love what you enjoy?

Tomorrow we’re all going to wake up, and do our normal routine. Whether it’s make breakfast for the family, roll out of bed to go to work at 4am, or even sleep in till noon, what will you do different from today? Maybe you’ll smile more, maybe you’ll learn of a tragedy that will sink your chest into your gut, or maybe you will open your eyes and hear your calling. Whatever it may be, you can change the outcome of your day if love remains true to your heart for everyone.

The Power of People

I just want to say how amazing it is to find so much support from ordinary people around us. When I started writing my novel, Horizon, I had invested do much money into getting it of the ground and putting together a story that I wanted for my own.

I wanted to thank my family for going through the process with me of writing my new novel The Temperament Scepter. I also want to thank my friends for putting together ideas and art for the cover and maps of my book. It’s funny how many people want to jump on a project when you tell then about your story and where you are trying to take it. I see a bright future fir this story and I know many bloggers and readers probably see. NEW BOOK! And turn away, but I want you to know that either way I do appreciate your support by sharing, liking, and inviting your readers to check my blog out.

Thank you all and keep writing!

Self Publishing vs Traditional

I’ve played with the idea of going to traditional publishing for awhile. My book Horizon was self published and for me, I felt like I took the easy way. Inside me, I feel incomplete like I did not meet this harrowing feat of completing a novel. It’s that moment

I asked myself did write for the love of writing, or did my pockets get the better of me?

I use to write stories for fun but thinking of the authors that have reached millions of sales and have become famous for their work, poisoned my thoughts. It craved for that same life where I could help people with wealth, and never live with financial insecurities again. I was very naive to think anyone could do it.

Last year, I learned a lot of lessons and one is querying to agents/publishers. I never sent anything to a publisher but I did try to give it to five different agents. All the same responses with the lovely rejections that they try so hard to keep civil. I understand they need to represent an author with great skills with story telling and words, but it is hard to realize sometimes that my book was not what they were looking for.

What’s even harder to realize is when I turned to self publishing and at the beginning  my sales were booming, but six months down the road I am scraping by with two part time jobs that do not complete me. Don’t get me wrong I am extremely happy and blessed right now. I’m just not complete.

So for this next story I’m going to shoot for traditional see how it goes. Maybe I can reach a medium with my writing and my pocket. This last week, I have put my wallet aside and produced 30,000 words of an epic fantasy that I truly enjoy. I could feel myself standing at the peaks of Argonia, smell the aroma of chicken roasting on the fire pit, and hear the clatter of dishes across the floor of the local pub. Hell the hymn my character sings rings in my head quite often now. Without the thoughts of money has brought me back to what I love and enjoy. So this time it will be different. This time I’m shooting for traditional, hoping for the best, and thank all my readers that remain loyal to my work for reaching out to me and being by my side. You guys are the true winners in all of this.

Following

 

Okay, so I’m back on the subject of followers on blogs only because I’m very interested to hear how some of you feel about this. When you receive a new follower, do you automatically add them as a follow, or do you review their page a few days to kind of see how many posts they do a day, what material they are talking about, or if they are just spamming the crap out of your Reader tab. I know that I normally follow people that I can either relate with, or have interesting posts that can persuade me into a different idea of subjects. I know today I went through some of the new followers, and I reviewed some of their pages and thought wow, they are pretty interesting. The only problem was I missed one of them. The one that spams the hell out of posts with random videos of their own music that nobody really cares too much about because it’s either boring, or egotistical. So I simply no longer follow them. Now my question is, do you guys ever run into this situation where you want to be polite and follow that new follower back, but when you see their material you kind of run the other way? Is that a normal reaction, or is that hindering readers because they feel that no follow in return is disrespect to them? This is just a question I’ve had for a few days and it just makes me wonder what some of us think. Feel free to comment below and throw some honesty my way. I’m extremely interested in your responses to this.