Friday, October 19, 2012

Are you a Dream Worker?

Hello Fantasy Floozies!
Author Meredith Smith is here to discuss dreams and how to use & control them for your own needs. Personally, after reading this post I know I will be dreaming differently tonight! Many of my books come from a dream or nightmare, so for me I was really interested i what Meredith had to say.

Also check out her awesome book:

Are you a Dream Worker?

Many dreamers have the gift of medium-ship -- while their physical body sleeps their soul astral travels through the realms of dreams, those parallel dimensions in which dreamers encounter spirits, guides, angels, and all types of unearthly 'beings', (some familiar and others unfamiliar to all of us). These dreamers are able to be present in their remote viewing experiences, tapping into that which is unseen to the naked waking eye.  These dream encounters, from realms beyond our waking, offer messages of importance and healing for us, for the living, from the deceased, and for those who are both familiar and unfamiliar to us.  

The beauty of our dreams enhances as we begin to explore our own desires, as we start listening to our intuition, and we allow to manifest the best parts of ourselves through the healing process we find our DreamWorkers and Dream Guides guide us through.

Have you ever wondered why certain dreams feel more intense and wildly vivid then others? Have you ever woken up exhausted after a good night’s rest? Do those dream characters feel real to you? Who are those so called dream characters anyway? Does the thought of perceiving the people or beings you encounter as “manifestations of yourself” feel slightly absurd? More than likely you have astral travelled to a parallel world, that we all are capable of reaching within our dream state -- to exist on a level as our truest selves. These are realms where we are able to tap into the consciousness of each other’s whole being, and telepathically communicate.

DreamWorkers: Behind the Veil; Night Shift Dreams lifts the veil we have created, no longer letting the veil hang shut. Once we peer behind the veil we find our individual selves seeking out what we have grown to know is the impossible; and in turn find the most amazing happenings manifesting through unconditional love and radiant light.  Within this dream state of our physical and mental bodies sleeping, our soul begins to soar to new heights; we are in service to others - or others may be in service to us - guiding each other to exist within our true purpose. My DreamWorkers book is meant to assist others in exploring the many realms our dreams take us through, to shed light on our own personal fears that surround death & dying, and to reach out to the many dreamers whose existence lies on the thin boundary between waking and dreaming. Dream advice: Next time you encounter someone in your dream, ask them “Are you here to help me? Or is it my guidance you are in need of?”

Where do you go at night while your body lays asleep?

DreamWorkers Behind the Veil: Night Shift Dreams is available at OakLight Publishing, Amazon (in print or Kindle version), and at Barnes & Noble (in print or for the Nook).

BLOG: I Speak In Dreams

Meredith is an intuitive reader of dreams, images, spirits, and energy-- with her specialized training entwined with her own natural gifts -- she believes that dreams are pieces to our personal soul's journey past, present, & future.

She guides each dreamer through the process of putting together symbolic images of their amazing magical travels through the astral realms. She teaches each dreamer to identify messages to receive and give, to recognize one's spirit guides, and to communicate with others (living, deceased, spirits, and unearthly beings) all while dreaming.

I am a dream translator, a dream intuitive, a dream traveler, a spirit rescuer, an empath, and an energy healer..... I Speak In Dreams.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Cover Reveal: The Paparazzi Project by Kristina Springer

The Paparazzi Project
by Kristina Springer
Expected pub: December 15, 2012

Livvie Peterson thought taking Interpersonal Communications her junior year would be an easy A. But when the first assignment is given, her world flips upside down. Here’s the deal: the class is assigned a six-week project and is split into three groups— Paparazzi, Tabloid, and Celebrities. The Paparazzi follow around the Celebrities taking pictures and grabbing any kind of quotes they can. The Celebrities try to navigate being tailed on a daily basis. And the Tabloid receives all the information collected by the Paparazzi and decides what makes the weekly summary report. Sounds harmless…and it’s all just pretend anyway, right?
Livvie is assigned as Paparazzi and when she is matched up with the über -cute Chas Montgomery as her Tabloid boss she’s pretty sure things couldn’t get much better. Livvie’s uncanny ability to capture the Celebrities in compromising photos matched with Chas’s skill of exaggerating captions and editing the photos make them an unstoppable team. And the long hours working side by side with Chas aren’t a bad bonus.

Livvie simultaneously launches an anonymous blog, leaking the class’ photos and stories on the Internet. Her rising follower number quickly becomes addicting and she possibly spills too much information online. Once she finds her own celebrity will she be able to give it back? And will Chas be gone before she ever has the chance to find out?

Author Bio:
Author Links:Twitter

Kristina Springer is the author of THE ESPRESSOLOGIST, MY FAKE BOYFRIEND IS BETTER THAN YOURS, JUST YOUR AVERAGE PRINCESS, and the forthcoming THE PAPARAZZI PROJECT (12/15/12). She has a Masters in Writing from DePaul University and she resides in a suburb of Chicago with her husband and children.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Across the Winds Book Blast


While on a genealogical research journey through the Midwest, Molly Hamilton impulsively buys a 100-year-old Victorian house in the middle of a cornfield, and falls in love with the house’s owner...the original owner, that is. Can he be a ghost? The handsome, intriguing attorney certainly feels solid—and somehow her soul knows she has always loved him.

Darius Ferguson has no idea how he has come to present-day Iowa. The last thing he knew, the year was 1880, and he had just buried his fiancée, who happens to look exactly like Molly. He cannot separate the two women in his heart—to him, they are one.

In spite of being drawn to him, Molly thinks Darius is unhinged. Darius wonders if he has joined his fiancée in purgatory. If time travel is possible, will love be enough to build a future together?



“Molly, wait!” 

I froze in place for a moment.  It was definitely a man under the tree though I couldn’t see his face...and he knew my name. 

 “Do I know you?” I called in an unsteady voice.  It seemed, though, as if my words were taken by the wind.  Who was this man?  And how did he know my name?     

He moved away from the tree with a tentative step.  His clothing was formal—a dark suit and white shirt—as if he had just been to a funeral.  I hadn’t remembered seeing a canopy for a funeral on the grounds, but I wasn’t about to take my eyes off the stranger for one instant to confirm that suspicion.

I thought I saw a flash of white teeth from under his dark mustache, but he was still some distance away.  Golden highlights in his chestnut hair caught the sunlight, and my mouth dropped open.  He was undoubtedly one of the most handsome men I had ever seen in my life.  My stomach rolled over at the sight of him, though not with admiration of his good looks.  Cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and I put my hand to my mouth as if to hold back the morning’s breakfast...if I’d had any.

For here—in the flesh—was the man of my dreams.  Not just any dreams.  More specifically, my dreams of the previous evening.  Yet I couldn’t for the life of me remember ever seeing him before until this moment. 

“Be careful what you wish for,” I muttered behind the hand that covered my face.  

 “Molly, don’t be afraid.  I can see that you are.  I don’t want to frighten you.”  He took another step forward and held his hands up palms if to show me he wasn’t armed, I thought hysterically, or to calm me down.  Either way, it wasn’t working. 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 WEBSITE                 BLOG

Bess McBride made her first serious writing attempt when she was 14.
She shut herself up in her bedroom one summer while obsessively working on a time travel/pirate novel set in the beloved Caribbean of her youth, but she wasn't able to hammer it out on a manual typewriter (oh yeah, she's that old) before it was time to go back to school. The draft of that novel has long since disappeared, but the story is still simmering within, and she will finish the adventure one day soon.

Bess was born in Aruba to American parents and lived in Venezuela until her family returned to the United States when she was 12. She couldn't fight the global travel bug within and joined the U.S. Air Force at 18 to "see the world." After 21 wonderful and fulfilling years traveling the world and gaining one beautiful daughter, she pursued her dream of finally getting a college education. With a license in mental health therapy, she worked with veterans and continues to work on behalf of veterans. She writes romantic suspense, contemporary, light paranormal/fantasy and time travel romances and currently has eight novels published.  

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

5 Reasons Why it’s Fun to Write a One-Night Stand

I'm happy to welcome back one of the funniest guest bloggers on
 Fantasy Floozies, talented author Louisa Bacio!
First check out her awesome book and the read up on why its fun
 to write one-night stands!

 A Date With Death

Death sucks. It’s boring, and there’s no chance of getting laid.
 Stuck in the waiting room of Heaven, Maise fantasizes about all
the pleasures of the flesh she didn’t get to experience. When Maise
discovers a business card for the dating service, 1Night Stand, she
 wonders if there’s still a chance.

Reece normally wouldn’t consider being set up, but after his
 brother buys him a certificate, he feels obligated. A romantic night
on the Southern California coast, with the full-of-life Maise leaves
 him wanting more.

Will a 1Night Stand be enough to overcome death?

5 Reasons Why it’s Fun to Write a One-Night Stand

With Louisa Bacio

Ciao! It’s so much fun to be here again! Living up to the hilarity of
easy,  but I’ve got my vodka-cranberry next to my notebook, and
I’m  ready to rock.

1) Get to Ditch the Hubby
We’re going on 13 years married. As the 12th year slowly slips

away, I wonder about if that seven-year itch multiples over time.
 Every now and then, I need a backscratcher.

2) Reliving those 1Night Stands
 What? Ahem. Me? Never. I do tons of research. Book research.
 Nothing untoward happened during those college years. It’s simply
 the fantasies of a wild imagination.

3) Travel to Exotic Locations
 The majority of the Decadent Publishing 1Night Stand stories
 feature luxurious resorts, the most delectable foods and – did I
 mention – sex galore. It’s a feast for the senses. 

4) Fuel for That Time of the Month 
 Not that time when you’d rather not be near a man, or sexual
 partner. The other time, when the sexy surfer walks by and you
 catch a glimpse of the thin material clinging to his crotch. For
 those who can’t satisfy the desire to slide your palms to those off-
limits nether parts, writing the 1Night Stands offers an outlet …
 that I get to share with multiple partners. 

5) Able to Overcome Death 
 As a lover of the paranormal realm, writing offers the escape from
reality. As a creator of work, I get to write those happily-ever-
afters that transcends life.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Book Blast: Whisper of a Witch by Suza Kates

ATTENTION: Suza will award signed cover flats and pens to a commenter at every stop, a total of five $15 Amazon/BN GCs to randomly drawn commenters during this tour and her Name Before the Masses tour, and gift basket to one commentator from both this tour and her Name Before the Masses tour!


Biologist Shauni Miller, a beautiful as she is compassionate, harbors a secret that could alter her life forever. If she chooses to share it. Dr. Michael Black helps Shauni in her time of need, but sees more in the raven-haired temptress than she ever meant to reveal. He knows she’s hiding something, but then, so is he. Both Shauni and Michael have a role to play and decisions to make as a centuries-old prophecy has yet to be fulfilled. Only the fates know if they are meant to be together. Or if one of them has to die.



Willyn opened her mouth to speak, but paused and looked down at the stone floor. All of the women stilled and listened.

They sensed.

Shauni grasped Hayden’s arm just above the elbow when she felt a low but very distinctive vibration. It was more like a hum and came from the floor, the walls, possibly the ceiling. It was all around them, and judging by the others’ faces, they felt it, too. “What is that?” she whispered.

A new voice spoke gently but with the authority of one who was well acquainted with privilege and position. “What you’re all feeling is the power of the nine.”

They turned to find another had joined them. Sable brown hair fell around her shoulders and brilliant blue eyes held warmth and welcome above a serene smile. “You’ll get used to it, so that you probably won’t even notice. And it only occurs when we’re all together.” Her lips spread into a playful grin. “Just wait until we link.”

“Cool,” Kylie said. “Hey, Anna.”

Shauni remained where she was but zeroed in on the elegant woman, still very young to be so comfortable wearing the unseen but almost palpable cloak of power. “Link?”

“You know why we’re here?” Paige asked. “Because I’m ready for some…”

“Answers,” Anna finished for her. “Yes, I know.” She stepped back and swept a hand toward a door in the back of the room. An invitation. “And I have some.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

FACEBOOK                  WEBSITE

Suza Kates can’t remember a time when she didn’t love books, but two particular memories stay with her. “As a young girl I picked up Little Women, read it straight through, and promptly turned to page one to start all over again. The next book I did that with was Mind Hunter by John Douglas, tales about profiling serial killers.”

Thus a twisted romantic was born.

Throughout her teenage and young adult years, she read everything from horror to historical romance yet never imagined writing anything of her own.

It was during a long, cold winter in a tiny apartment in Germany that Suza picked up a pen and notebook to entertain herself. “The apartment was so tiny, my bed also served as my living room couch. Plus, I shared it with three cats.”

Missing the warmth, the hospitality, and the food of the South, she wrote about those things with a huge dose of family thrown in. She says she still has a sweet spot in her heart for her first book, Southern Moon, but to date, she hasn’t revisited it for submission to her publisher.

Suza followed her heart to Savannah, Georgia, and it was the gorgeous city with its moss-covered oaks and secrets of history that inspired her to consider paranormal romance. “I had an idea about sisters and magic, so I went to work on the first book of The Savannah Coven Series, Whisper of a Witch. The series is still going strong, and I am grateful every day that I took a chance on paranormal romance, a genre I wasn’t very familiar with and had never actually read before writing it.”

Suza has since joined RWA and can’t say enough about this organization. “The education and support are unparalleled. I am so grateful to all of my fellow writers who have offered advice.”

Suza still resides in Savannah and is currently working on her next book. She considers it a perfect day when she can sit at the keyboard with coffee in her cup and one of her cats purring in her lap. 

Excerpt from Guardians Angels

Guardian Angels (Book 1)
by Andrew P. Weston


In a series of terrifying events, otherworldly beings intervene to save innocent lives. The world community reacts with relief as they realize that angels may in fact exist, and they are diligently protecting us.

But there are those who would seek to stop what they feel is a threat against their livelihoods. How far will some go to battle the Guardians? Is the fairy tale over before it even begins?

Guardian Angels is a powerful and compelling story about the catalyst that has the power to unite society in the hope for a better future. The spark of hope is fragile—can it last?


Holding Room 2 – Angel Project

Little Becky Selleck had eventually fallen into an exhausted sleep in

 the early hours of the morning, dreaming of home and her mommy.

In her dreams, she was in the safety of her warm and cozy room,

buried under the quilt, half asleep. She was waiting for her mother to

 wake her as she did every day, coming up the stairs projecting

 thoughts of love and security, humming the tune from the radio in

 her head.

Telepathically and out loud, she would come into the room and say,

“Now where’s my Becky today?” She always made a point of

 standing in the doorway as if she was searching every corner of the

 room with her eyes.

Looking at the moving mound on the bed, with the quietly giggling

 child inside, who was trying to shuffle into an even smaller ball, she

 would say, “Oh, she’s not in bed, it’s just the quilt.”

Becky’s mommy would walk over to the bed, get on her knees, and

 look under it. “She’s not hiding under here, either. I know, she’ll be

in the closet and will try and jump out and scare me. Well, it won’t

 work today because I know where you are, and I’m going to . . . .”

Throwing open the closet door, she would feign further surprise.

 “My, my, she’s not here. Oh dear, I suppose I will have to eat her

 favorite breakfast for her. What a shame—she sooo loves

 Wheatyflakes as well. Never mind, if I can’t eat them, I can always

 give them to Barney next door.”

At the mention of Barney, the neighbor’s very fat and affectionate

 dog, who loved having Becky give him tummy tickles that lasted

 forever, Becky would usually leap out from under the quilt. “Here I

 am! You never find me!”

Lately, she had taken to using her new gift by moving something

 small on the other side of the room with her mind, making it go


Mommy would play along and say, “I heard you, now I’ve found

 you.” She would look and exclaim, “Oh, she’s not here. I know—it

must have been a mouse wearing Becky’s shoes. I do hope the mouse

 asked Becky first?”

One time, Becky even made the quilt jump into the air as she

 revealed herself, much to their delight.

She would miss mommy, she would miss being woken by her

 thoughts, and she would miss her cuddles . . . .

Becky? A voice said.

Still half asleep, buried as usual under the quilt, Becky tried to hang

 onto the dream of mommy and home.

Becky, where are you, little one? The same voice spoke again; it was a

 man’s voice.
Go away, you’re making mommy disappear.

I’m sorry, but I can’t go away, your mommy wanted me to come and find you.

Becky suddenly became wide awake and went very still, realizing she

 hadn’t actually been speaking, just thinking, and that the man’s voice

 was not a voice at all, but only inside her head.

Hello? She whispered with her mind, not daring to move.

The same warm mind replied. Hello little one. Who’s been a very good girl,

 then? Who did exactly what mommy said and kept herself safe until someone

 came to take her to her new home, a special home?

Not daring to reply, Becky suddenly remembered what her mommy

used to say to her over and over again when they were together.

“Darling, if ever there’s a time when I can’t be with you, remember

never to trust anyone who can’t speak to you in the special way I do.”

At first, the little girl had been confused by her mother’s caution.

 “But why won’t you be there? Why would you leave me alone?”

Mommy would always reassure her. “I wouldn’t want to leave you,

 my darling, of course not, but this is important.”

Gradually, over time, Becky had come to realize that mommy was

just being very careful. Mommy was special like she was, and she

 wanted to make sure that Becky would always be safe if there ever

 came a time when she couldn’t be there. Safe from others who

 couldn’t do the things that they could.

“Where are the other special people?” she would ask.

“They are everywhere living in houses like you and me. Some very

 special ones live all together in a big home.”

“Well, why can’t we live there?” she would ask, employing a child’s


 “Well, mommy nearly did when she was younger, but she was just

going to get married to daddy, and so we ended up living in our own

 house. And now, I like living here, and I like it you have all sorts of

 friends at school, and mommy has her friends at work.”

“Aaah, but the people here are not special like us, so we have to keep

 it secret from them. So couldn’t we live there now?”

“That would be lovely, but it would mean leaving behind the friends

 we have here, so I thought we would wait until you’re a bit older.”

“Then we’re going to go and live with other special people?”

“Hopefully, yes. But until then, we have to stay secret. And if I ever

do have to go away, do you remember what I told you?”

“Yes.” Becky would reply in a serious tone. “Be careful who I make

 friends with. Be careful who I talk to. If they can’t speak to me with

 their mind, I must not tell them I can do it.”

“And what else?” Mommy would emphasize, tuning in her aura so

Becky could see it.

“Look at them carefully to see if they can shine.” Becky would reply

proudly, making her own aura shine brightly in return.

Mommy would then scoop her up in her arms. “Well done, my good

 little girl! They are the only ones you can really trust Becky, never

 forget that.”

Special home! The words struck a powerful cord in young Becky’s

little heart. Still hardly daring to move, still trying so hard to do

exactly what her mommy had told her, she carefully thought. Why can

 you hear what I’m thinking?

Feelings of warmth and a broad smile registered strongly in her mind

 as the voice replied. Aaah, that’s because I’m special like you. Like your

You’re special? Becky thought, still being careful.

A powerful feeling of approval radiated toward her from the

 unknown mind.

Good girl. Your mommy would be very proud that you listened to her. If I could

 just find you, I would give you a big hug to say well done. But the people upstairs

must have tricked me, because they said you were still in bed. You’re not there, all

I can see is the quilt. I know, perhaps you’re hiding in the closet over there.

The sound of his footsteps walking past the bottom of the bed

 toward the single closet in the room caused Becky’s spine to tingle as

 she recognized the game she would play with her mother.

She exerted her farseeing faculty very gently and saw a man dressed

 in black, with pretty stripy things on his sleeves opening the closet

 door. He was shining like the sun, surrounded by gold and dark blue

bands of light, with greens and oranges and reds and purples of

 different shades, all swirling around and around.


He was peering into the almost empty closet now and shaking his

 head sadly.

He turned to a woman still standing by the door, one of the ladies

 who worked there. He winked at her and said, “No, she’s not in here,

 either. Oh well, I shall have to go without her then, what a shame.”

The quilt exploded upward from the bed as little Becky launched

 herself toward his arms, shouting loudly with mind and voice. “No!

 Don’t leave me, here I am.”

Laughing loudly, the man caught her, held her up and looked into her

hopeful face, his eyes shining like two warm suns. “Don’t you ever

worry about that, Becky. You’ll never be alone again. Trust me,

 you’re safe now.”

Becky looked him straight in the eye and simply said, “I know.” She

 snuggled into his chest and held on tight. She felt truly safe for the

 first time since her mommy had had to go away.

About the Author

Author Links

Andrew P Weston was born in the city of Birmingham, UK and grew up in the towns of Bearwood and Edgbaston, eventually attending Holly Lodge Grammar School for Boy’s where he was School Captain and Head Boy.

He was an active sportsperson for the school, college and a variety of rugby, martial art, swimming and athletics teams throughout the city.

On graduation in 1977 he joined the Royal Marines fulfilling a number of roles both in the UK and abroad.

In 1985 he became a police officer with the Devon & Cornwall Constabulary, and served in a variety of uniformed and plain clothed departments until his retirement in 2008.

Over those years, he wrote and illustrated a selection of private books for his children regarding the life of a tiny kitten, called, “The Adventures of Willy Whiskers”, gained further qualifications in Law and Religious Studies, was an active member of Mensa and continued to be an active sportsperson, providing lessons free of charge to local communities.

An unfortunate accident received on duty meant Andrew had to retire early from the police force, but after moving to the sunny Greek island of Kos to speed up his recuperation, he was at last able to devote time to the “Guardian Concept” he had developed over his years in the military and police.

When not writing, Andrew enjoys Greek dancing and language lessons, being told what to do by his wife, Annette, and hunting shadows in the dark.

Andrew is now contracted to Pagan Writers Press for two books.