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My publishing company Just Ink Press has a pretty spectacular giveaway happening right now and it lasts through the 25th of October!

Veronica R. Calisto‘s debut novel A Griffin Scorned will amaze and dazzle you. If you’ve already read it, we’d love to hear from you! We appreciate our readers and hope you continue to enjoy the quality reads we put out.

Kindle FireWe have exciting news! The Kindle Book Review’s next Kindle Fire Giveaway runs Oct 12-25. The FALL BREAK KINDLE FIRE GIVEAWAY, co-sponsored with Just Ink Press and Veronica R Calisto, is promising to be an exciting event! Anthony at Digital Book Today will also throw in 4 – $50 Amazon gift cards, making this an almost $400 giveaway. Are you excited yet? Getting pumped up? We’re talking a Kindle Fire HD! And gift cards. Fifty dollar gift cards.

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The real act here is Veronica. A Griffin Scorned is brilliantly written and will keep you turning pages. What better way to read it than on your own new Kindle Fire? Keep watching this space as we bring you news and updates as the event unfolds.

We are looking to promote this extensively, and hope you’ll join us. Details will follow as we get moving in this exciting giveaway, including how to enter. We want our followers to get as many chances to win as possible. What’s a better way to spend October than reading about griffins and entering giveaways? Imagine the books and candy you can buy with 50 bucks.

AGS_200x300If you’ve read A Griffin Scorned, then you know what a spectacular read you have been treated to. Tell your friends and family, and tell Veronica. Writers love to hear from their readers, and she’s no different. Go on, leave a review!

We’ll continue our look at Veronica and A Griffin Scorned as she helps host this wonderful party. Are you ready?

Visit the Kindle Book Review website to enter the giveaway or enter below, and GOOD LUCK!!!

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Now, if you’d be so inclined as to share this post or the Just Ink Press post as much as you can across your social media, this could be a great giveaway!

Thanks!

Happy Semi-Anniversary

…because this is a decent milestone for me.

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Six months ago I quit smoking.

Let me rephrase that…

I. QUIT. SMOKING.

*breathes in all the air*

I passed the test in Vegas too, because walking through the casinos, where you can still smoke, was absolutely disgusting.

Go me!

*throws confetti*

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Hello, Sin City

…because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right?

Unless you are with a writer like me, I always say. *grins*

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I’d been looking forward to this mini-vacay for weeks, since June, actually, and suffice it to say, the week right before my trip sucked balls. I needed this getaway because while I’ve traveled a bit here and there, I’m always working when I do the comic cons, and as fun as that is and as awesome as it is to hang out with the folks I have the privilege to hang out with, it ain’t no damn vacation. A vacation is where I don’t have to lift a damn finger to do anything other than the basic necessities. I long to sit on a beach with a book to read or a notebook to write a book in, but until I get my ass in shape (posts on that soon) I’d feel like a beached whale, so that’s nixed for now. Also? I need to save up vacation time and money. Hey, it might all come together at once.

Snoopy picked me up early that Friday morning in her new little Scion (now I want one) and we were off to pick up Bat Girl and meet our fourth comrade at the airport. Not Sky Harbor, mind you, but this tiny little used-to-be-an-air-force-base airport way out on the east side of the valley. Now, I already live in the east valley, so if I’m complaining about how fucking far this mini-airport is, you know it’s a good clip. But hey, I didn’t have to drive and I wanted to fly up there with my friends instead of meeting them there! It still would have been cheaper to drive.

We arrived at the airport and headed for the bar. It’s nine in the morning, but who gives a shit? Bat Girl ordered a Cape Cod, which everyone here calls a vodka and cranberry, but whatever. All Snoopy and I wanted was a Pepsi…

*crickets*

Never mind.

(*hint: we’d get suicidal without one)

Oh. Em. Gee. People! Listen to some music!

*ahem*

Anyway, we nearly missed our flight, along with half the passengers because we were all in the bar, Snoopy almost lost it boarding the plane because she gets vertigo real bad, and we boarded using this rickety staircase leading to a small airplane that once boarded, sat on the tarmac in the HEAT for 45 minutes without any air on AND I WILL NEVER FLY ALLEGIANT AGAIN!

*clears throat*

Sorry.

That was, however, the shortest damn flight I have ever been on in my life, and it’s been so long since I flew to Vegas (I was 19 last time) that I didn’t remember how short that flight was. I usually drive. Anyway, we landed and headed to baggage claim for my bag (I was the only one to check a bag–more on that another time) and a taxi. Oh, just let me show you the taxi line….

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One end…behind me

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The other end…in front of me

 

Luckily, it moved fast and soon, we were told to go here…

Lucky 13Oh, lucky 13. Please be the forebear of good fortune. And then we were swept away by a cabbie and taken to the first of two hotels.

Snoopy and I stayed at a friend’s suite at the MGM Towers, where a bunch of celebrities were apparently staying because there was a fucking iHeart radio concert that weekend and we had no idea. But who cares because Snoopy and I have this in the bathroom next to the goddamn toilet…

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That’s right, we could call someone while taking a shit. How spectacularly awesome is that? I know most fellas think it’s great. No, I didn’t do that, but I was so tempted.

We had a great view from our room, though.

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Here’s where Bat Girl and Poker Face stayed…

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I don’t know if you realize this, but those two hotels aren’t really walking distance from one another. Snoopy and I found out just how far, even with the monorail, by the end of the first night as our legs protested. Ow!

Viva Las Vegas

…and then my phone decided to not just die, but have a complete meltdown hard drive failure by frying itself.

Friday late afternoon/early evening, Snoopy and I met the others near their hotel, and we started the first of many long walks that would have my feet and legs screaming and begging me to stop. Between Paris and Bally’s, there’s this beautiful stained glass ceiling, and this is the last photo I took before my phone had a meltdown…

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Yes, I photobombed my own photo. And then I photobombed Bat Girl’s…

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Snoopy and I were on our own part of Saturday before the concert, and we found pretzel dogs, because y’know, those are so on my diet plan.

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But let’s show the concert via Snoopy’s photos…

Ladies and gentlemen, the Cosmopolitan welcomes Thirty Seconds to Mars

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(my blog, for whatever fucked up reason, will not allow me to place photos side-by-side right now, so I apologize for the non-aesthetic views, although, Jared looking like Jesus while wearing a crown and dropping F-bombs in the rain is pretty goddamn amazing)

Yes, those are incredibly large drops of rain in the last image that started about an hour into the show (I thought it was shorter because I was still standing), which cancelled the show, but it was fun, other than mine and Snoopy’s fears of the fucking floor dropping out from under us from the idiots jumping up and down. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? WE’RE ON THE THIRD FUCKING FLOOR OF A HIGH-RISE!

ACK! o.O

The beauty of Snoopy’s vertigo was that we were able to move around the crowds because we’d just grab security and say, “Hey, she canNOT go down those stairs, unless you want her passing out and taking a tumble.” Okay, we didn’t exactly say that, but it was essentially implied, and they were nice enough to show us through the inner workings of the hotel to an elevator. Thank you, Cosmo. You done good there.

Leaving Las Vegas

…and so very happy to do so.

1200 flip-flopsSunday was a kind of lazy day and my legs were feeling a bit better. We ended up walking a million fucking miles that day too, and discovered that there really is such a thing as a $1200 pair of flip-flops.

I bet you’re just as shocked as we were.

Forecast signSaw this awesome sign on the way out, of course, so I made Bat Girl take a picture since I couldn’t.

 

At the airport, there was a guy sitting nearby and he kept staring over at us. I was trying to figure out why without coming right out and saying, “Hey fucker, why you staring?” At first, it didn’t bother me, but then it started giving the creepy vibe and I was all, “I’m outta here” when the girls could finally board (I always get priority, but waited with them because I had an aisle seat).

And my travelmates were gambling…at the airport…or all checking their phones. I was so jealous.

Is it time to board yet???

Jinxie has left the state of Nevada! But don’t worry, she’ll be back…in a few or so years.

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…for a friend because she seems to like the blue guys.

Again, though work has slowed a bit, I’ve got so much going on that I hardly have time to think let alone write a full-fledged post, but I am working on one. So this is for my friend of 30 years because she has a thing for this guy and the last one I posted. Notably, they’ve both played blue characters, and I’m not talking Smurfs.

So there’s this…

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And this…

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And finally this….

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You’re welcome.

Busy Bee…

…and I’m not in your bonnet.

I’m super busy today and trying to get my past-due Vegas post finished for you, but I can’t because this damn phone keeps ringing (I know! How dare these people make me work), so here’s an image that I found on Pinterest of Tom Hiddleston for you to drool over….

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STFU and Listen

…because nothing is so important that you can’t do this and life is too damn short.

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A few weeks ago as I sorted through my email and Facebook notifications, which can sometimes take me a couple of hours if work has been busy as fuck like it’s been for several weeks, a message popped up from an old high school friend. All it said was one little word, “Hey.” I knew from my Facebook newsfeed and whatnot that some serious shit was going down with this person, so my intrigue piqued a little because outside of a conversation ON their page, we haven’t really spoken much since high school. I replied with a general, “What’s up?” knowing the potential outcome. I could have ignored it, but I had a feeling in my gut. Well, they told me….

Now, as most of you know, I always, ALWAYS have shit to do. I’m always working on something. I’m always busy. But, I will always make time for a friend in need when they reach out to me. This was one of those times when I stared at the “Hey” and thought, “I need to talk to this person.” That nothing was more important than talking to this person RIGHT NOW. That all the other shit can wait because this person needed someone to talk to.

I’m a Gemini, and one thing about me is that people tend to just sort of start talking to me, even if they don’t know me. I’m easy to talk to….and I listen. If we’re face-to-face, it might not look like I’m listening, though, because I have ADD and my eyes have to wander the multitude of distractions. I’m also brutally honest. Some folks don’t like that, but if you don’t want to hear the truth, I’m not the person you need to talk to.

During the conversation, I was trying like hell to get a smile or laugh, to cheer them up without dismissing the situation. I finally got it with this:

ME: You’ll be fine. You know why?

THEM: no

ME: Because scooter boys are tough, and if you can survive riding a scooter in your teens without getting creamed by a vehicle, you can survive anything.

It worked.

At any rate, we talked for a couple of hours. We met for coffee later on and I had them speak with my psychic aunt while I was in Vegas this past weekend. I’m worried about this person who is facing a very serious surgery tomorrow, one that they might not wake up from; one they’d lost a parent to, so imagine the spectacular level of freaked the fuck out now. I’d be there too.

I can’t predict life and death. It’s not who I am nor is it my job. I also can’t ask those who can because I’m not sure I want to know the end result of this even though I know my own.

What I can do is ask you, dearest reader, to pray to whatever gods you worship for this person’s life. Pray they survive this mandatory surgery, that they can see their grandchild grow up. Pray that the negativity surrounding this person dissipates; that those who have harmed in the past stay in the past. I’ve known this person for 30 years; we’re the same age. That’s too fucking young. I’ve already lost one high school friend to cancer; I really don’t want to lose another friend to a heart condition that can be corrected by this surgery.

Thanks in advance. You’re good people and I know you’ll at least give them a positive thought.

And if you ever find yourself on the receiving end of “hey,” please stop and listen.

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Oh Monday, Monday

………..

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Yes, I know this is technically a My Geekdom post and today is Monday, but listen…

So my Monday consisted of waking up late, computers randomly restarting throughout the district, lack of inter-department communication, teachers not having enough access in their group policy to print, java randomly failing, and me not having any pain killers to dull my senses.

9a97ffa4e7db1cbdfc438cce44601406I’m going to go grab a beer.

What It’s Like

….to be a small press publisher, work full time in Information Technology, write part time, freelance line and copy edit for some amazing authors, work with amazing folks like Michael Rooker, and care for a parent.

It’s fucking goddamn hard! *collapses* This is why I don’t have time to meet someone and date.

But it will be worth it in the end, so long as Umi is happy. ;)

 

 

Training Day

…because we hired two new help desk guys and I’m the bitch training them. There goes the neighborhood.

My Director has already poked his head over the wall of my cubicle and said, “Oh, you’re the one corrupting him” when I started training the second new hire. Yeah, I’m so loved. *winks*

Last week, we had two new hires start, one on Monday and one on Tuesday. I trained New Guy #1 for all of one day before he was off and running on the phones, though he spent the rest of the week popping over my cubicle wall to ask questions, and still does though not as often. Mostly, his questions are about policy. New Guy #2 started the next day and I had no choice but to have him sit with me through Thursday because there was no place else to put him until my cubicle neighbor left for her retirement on Thursday, but as soon as she was out the door, we re-imaged her computer and he and I started setting up his area, keeping us there until at least 5:00 pm. Then I got him set up with all the links and everything he’d need the next morning, and he was on the phones before lunch. He’s already been with the district for a year and ran a computer lab at one of the junior highs like I did, so he’s not only familiar with the district, but also the computers and printers we use. That’s a huge plus, in my opinion, and I was happy as hell for him, though some people weren’t thrilled about him being hired. I (still) don’t see what the fucking issue was. He’s not an idiot. In fact, he probably knows more than I do, and considering his age equals the number of years of knowledge in my overloaded brain, that’s saying something.

I have to say that I am quite pleased and impressed with both of them, and soon, I’ll be training two more. The beauty of these first two is that they think just like me….

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I know, right? Nerf wars might actually happen!

BRING IT!!!

I’m So Proud

…that one of my authors is about to fly.

That’s right, I’m pushing a little birdie out of the nest, and she’s about to take off into the grand world of being a published author. Published by my little small press, maybe, but published nonetheless. Here’s the info….and note that it is already up for PRE-ORDER. That means you need to fucking well buy it.

*ahem* Sorry. I’ve been editing the next Rylee Adamson book all weekend, and she is one foul-mouthed Tracker.

And Victoria is one foul-mouthed griffin with a temper that makes Rylee look like a Girl Scout.

Have a look…

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Are you ready for author Veronica R. Calisto‘s upcoming urban fantasy, A Griffin Scorned? The first in her Extranormal series, the story unfolds around the clandestine world of griffins that even the other extranormal creatures believe are myth. How will they react, especially when they discover they can’t deceive her?

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No one can lie around a griffin.

Victoria—never Vikki—Drayton walked in on her boyfriend with another woman. In her house. In her bed. Rather than eviscerate the fetid maggot spit as she so wanted, she kept it classy. After kicking him out with a warning to never return, she thrashed whatever he deigned to leave behind, and flew off in search of something a tad less cannibalistic to sink her beak into.

Instead of the brown bear she was hoping for, she found some men escorting a chained man none-so-gently toward the nearest cliff. Sweeping in to beat up the louts channeled some of her anger. Saving Mallory Stone—tall, rich, dragon, and so gorgeous he had to be gay—was a bonus, even if she had to reveal the existence of griffins and some of their idiosyncrasies in the process. Mal showed up on her doorstep a few days later begging a favor; his brother has disappeared and he needs her help. Who better than a griffin to claw to the truth of the matter?

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Veronica Calisto_334x427Veronica R. Calisto is the author of many books, some of which she is willing to let others read. When she isn’t writing, she is thinking about writing, a.k.a. plugging away at her day jobs, whose mundanities makes her name plants things like Cleoplantra and forces her mind to squeak out words like mundanities. Most of the time she can be found in Colorado lavishing on a nest built of books while she listens and sings (loudly) to music which may or may not be playing outside her own head.

Veronica can be found around the web at the following links:

Website | Facebook fanpage | Twitter | Goodreads

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Excerpt:

It didn’t really matter what the other men were doing, the chains linking his ankles, wrists, and ring around his neck said the red-haired man was less than excited to be involved. He seemed too clean-cut for his walk in shackles up a skinny mountain path in the middle of the night to be a common occurrence.

The softness of his palms was noticeable even as I dodged from one tree to the next. It gave away as much as the rest of him did. The fear in the man’s eyes spoke volumes. His jeans worshipped his legs without vacuum sealing and leaving nothing to the imagination, like the ridiculous skinny-jeans did. The satiny blue shirt may have been clean before his captors got their grubby hands on it.

The men around him apparently didn’t care. They didn’t speak to him. Didn’t even look at him much, except to prod him with an elbow or well-placed foot when he wasn’t moving fast enough for them. When he tripped, the barrels of several guns pointed his way motivated him to crawl back to his feet. The sight nearly pulled a soft growl from Victoria. She clamped down on her reaction before the sound escaped. It wouldn’t do to spook these wannabe mercenaries. Not before she knew exactly what was going on.

Despite their pockets-a-plenty outfits, the eight men were obviously not well-suited for this minor tip-toe into the mountains. Their black hiking boots smelled all but new, same as their matching black uniforms. Something in the clunky way they moved hinted that they had Kevlar vests on underneath their shirts–black ones, more than likely. Wheezing, gasping breaths signaled their vulnerability to every living creature in the trees around them. Even the students in the college on the other side of the mountain’s peak would scoff at the display of unfitness, then offer to spark up a communal bowl. Boulder, Colorado, where hippies abounded.

If they weren’t in such a large, armed group, every single one of them would have been picked off by something. And quickly. That was the problem, though. The group and the guns. The chained man was taller than the lot of them. He could break free if he only had one escort. One unarmed escort. And he had no chains binding him.

Victoria itched to pounce on the lot of them, but she held back. He may have done something worthy of this kind of treatment. A court of law was the right way to deal with disputes, even when it involved extranormals. The courts weren’t always the best or fastest method, granted. That didn’t mean one could hop up and make their own justice.

Though, after what she walked in on tonight, she understood how someone could snap. She barely managed to keep her anger from overtaking her senses. How lucky for this captive man that she had controlled herself and tore out of her home instead. His predicament could have gone unwitnessed while she basked in squishing the squirming, sniveling sack of louse manure also known as her ex-boyfriend, instead of simply kicking him out.

The beautiful seed of anger warmed her to the tips of her bare toes, propelling her from tree to tree along the path as she mirrored their progress. Where did the men think they were going, anyway? An ATV couldn’t negotiate the tiny trail, but this was an awful lot of effort to move away from civilization.

A scramble up an aspen revealed one of the scenic overlooks the Flatiron Range was known for. None of the men looked her way when she dropped back to the ground, knocking a few branches down in the process. Of course they wouldn’t. She was as quiet as could be. Spying on men who had clearly gone out of their way to hide in the mountains required silence and camouflage, but their inexperience meant she didn’t need to over exert her ability. With all the noise they made, even on the well-trodden path, she didn’t need to do much extra to hide herself. They didn’t exactly have her senses, and the idiots weren’t looking for potential observers. Still, directing energy to remaining silent kept her from losing hold of her temper. She wanted to be absolutely certain attacking the man’s captors was a good idea.

One of the eight men tripped their captive and laughed as he tried to catch himself. Another one of them kicked him in the backside when he struggled to get up. Victoria bit her lower lip before a growl escaped. Good people didn’t kick others when they’re down. Not unless they had a good reason.

“You guys have the money he owed you. I don’t even want to know the details of why he owed it.” The chained man pulled himself halfway upright. One of the black-clad men pressing a gun barrel to his shoulder pushed the chained man the rest of the way up. “Can’t we just call it even?”

That sparked it. Those were not the words of someone who deserved this kind of treatment.

With a breath, Victoria dashed from the trees and tackled the last two people in the group. She didn’t bother keeping them quiet. Dodging in and out of their attempts to hit or grab her took most of her concentration. Her camouflage commandeered the remainder. The shadows of the trees did most of the work; she used what was already available.

She made sure to shift constantly. Not sticking to one pattern. Moving in ways a normal person shouldn’t be able to do. Always, always, punching and kicking the captors in their most sensitive places.

A shot to the groin was predictable, especially when coming from a woman. These men didn’t know what they fought, but men tended to guard their privates dearly. And their uniforms may have come complete with cups. No one ever thought to cover the fragile sides of their knees, or protect their skinny clavicles. Their skinny, breakable clavicles. A simple peck to the collar bone with her pinched fingers brought the tallest attacker to a knee.

One punch to a man’s kidney confirmed they wore bullet-proof vests. It would make her work a little harder to hurt them, but she would manage. Unfortunately for them, the vest’s specifications didn’t cover the wrath of an angry woman, let alone an angry griffin. Kevlar was virtually useless against knives and blunt forces. Who needed knives when belligerence bubbled over? And these men had offered themselves up to help her work through some of her aggression. So obliging. She would have to make sure to thank them. Possibly with a jab to the throat.

A smile curved her lips as she dropped one man—the one who had kicked the captive—with a solid kick to the stomach. Victoria was too busy punching the next two attackers to make certain he stayed down. Someone caught her left thigh with a lucky fist. She caught it, mashed it into his own face, then rode him down with a kick in the gut. His groans of pain were so tasty. Such a feast here.

The man who grabbed her hair received a head-butt.

The click of a trigger sounded just before the first rapport. Victoria dropped, kicked a couple of knees in, and then danced out of the circle. It didn’t matter if they aimed to scare her or catch her with a lucky shot. She certainly couldn’t count on fortune to keep her unscathed. They would hit her eventually, or wise up and threaten the man she was kind-of-sort-of trying to protect. Then there was the whole issue of the fired shots drawing more men from wherever these scumbags had oozed. Her anger could only handle so much before things got really ugly.

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A Griffin Scorned releases on August 26, 2014 via Just Ink PressTM, but you can Pre-Order the book now.

 

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