Sunday, January 11, 2015

2015 Returned

Hello everyone! It's been quite a few years since I've kept up with my blog. Indeed these last few years have been very trying for me and I have gone through a ton of personal changes as well as life changes. Adjusting to having more kids in my home and being step mommy to them has been a trying change for all of us involved including the children. Currently, we are in the process of looking for a bigger home so that way we all have some space of our own and believe me it is much needed. Money has been tight especially with three other mouths to feed. I am still looking for a car and am hoping that 2015 brings more oppurtunities and miracles for my family. Last year was hard but we all got through it together and with the help of God and prayer. During that time I didn't write. Not just because I could barely find the time but also because it seemed like every idea I had I loved when I first started writing it and then suddenly, seemingly out of no where I would become completely critical of myself and convince myself that i hated the story and was not in fact talented in any form. *Sigh* the harshest critic that is impossible to please, myself. In reality don't we all have that problem? We create something and despite how good others see it we only see the flaws and ways that it could be completely better. *Sigh*, we just have to keep pushing and moving past that negative voice that tells us to give up and stop trying, you are never going to succeed at this. I believed that for a lot of years and figured all the hopes and dreams I had would never come true. Coming back into writing and touching base with all my old friends who have come so far in the last couple of years because they persevered and made time for what it was that they loved to do and we all started out at the same time when e-publishing was new, we had seen it then as the wave of the future and boy was it. They have succeeded in this field and made a fan base for themselves and I am so proud of all of them. I on the other hand gave up, or made excuses on why it was just to hard to continue writing. It really was a difficult time but I could have still kept my hand on the keyboard as often as I could and ignore the voice in my head telling me I just wasn't good and that I had other more important things to worry about. It was a doing that I brought about all by myself and now it is up to me to undo it. So, in closing this first blog post in five years I would like to thank all my friends who have stayed by me and the ones who pushed me to stay with my dream no matter how hard it seemed. Here's to 2015, a year of new oppurtinities and to reaching for the stars and making dreams a reality!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Behind the Stone Door ~taste~

Behind the Stone Door
By: M.A Gonzales

Behind the Stone Door
By: M.A Gonzales

Dedicated to my beautiful daughter Ruby. Believe in magic with all your might and always keep your childhood imagination and wonder. I love you baby to the moon and back.

Chapter One

It was a cold and isolated place. She was scared even though she tried desperately to be brave. She wanted her mother but knew she had gone heaven just a short time ago and even though she wasn’t present she would always be watching over her. Two weeks after her seventeenth birthday and she had lost both of her parents in that freak plane explosion that had happened over the Atlantic Ocean. Missing them had only gotten worse as the dark, cold days passed slowly reminding her that she would never feel whole again.
Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the driver of the black spacious limo. He was a quiet man who only looked back at her in the rearview mirror from time to time. He had only introduced himself as Mason when he picked her up at the airport and that her grandmother had instructed him to pick her up and drive her to Aliamon, the place that would be her home from now on.
He was as unfriendly as a person could possibly be and his long deeply wrinkled face seemed worn out and leathered by life. He was cold and distant dressed in his black uniform and matching hat. She wondered if he had any children and if he did she knew he wasn’t the playful, imaginative father hers had been. Even the other kids at school had envied her parents because they always willing to play with her and indulge in the imaginative lands of fairies, elves, and unicorns. When other adults had tried to beat imagination from her saying she was too old to indulge in such ridiculous things, her parents had encouraged it claiming that one was never too old to believe in the magic of imagination. Now without them imagination was something she would never again be able to indulge in freely.
Snow cascaded from the sky dusting the old arthritic branches of the large oak trees that lined the vacant road leading to the old mansion. She had never met her grandmother before the funeral and her mother scarcely spoke of her claiming they had never gotten along but now, as her only surviving relative she had become her guardian. A perfect stranger now had complete control over her life.
She lifted up the blue jean book bag with the large rainbow peace sign her mother had given her for her birthday. It contained all her favorite books, Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass, The Chronicles of Narnia, and Labyrinth: A Novel. There was one book, which was more special to her then the other and that was Where the Wild Things Are. For as long as she could remember, no matter how busy she was, her mother would always take time out to read to her any book she chose. Her mother’s favorite had always been that particular book. She used to say her favorite part of the story was how the little boy wanted to be some place else, some place magical where imagination was real. When he got to that place it was fun at first but as the hours passed he missed his mother more and more. Finally, he returned home and much like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz he realized even if magical lands existed and one got to go there they would eventually become homesick because there truly was no place like home.
Her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears as a sharp, desperate pain stabbed her heart. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to push back the intense emotions threatening to swallow her whole. No matter what, from this point forward, her life would never be the same.
“We have arrived.” Came Mason’s deep voice as the large limo came slowly to a stop.
Looking out the window, she drew in a deep breath at the sight of the formidable mansion in front of her. A powerful shiver racked her slender frame as she stepped from the car staring up the stone stairs to the front door. She was frightened and wasn’t sure if she had the courage to actually open the door and step inside. The setting, the gloomy weather and even the ancient mansion itself looked like something out of a creepy horror movie. If a deep howl sounded from the woods then she would officially be completely freaked out.
Tightening her hand on the thick strap of her book bag, she took a deep breath and walked up the steps. With each step she brought herself closer and closer to the new reality her life had suddenly switched to. The only family she had left was a reclusive grandmother she never met, worse yet she hadn’t even known for the longest time that she even had a grandmother. Standing in front of the heavy, solid oak door she raised her hand to grasp the brass knocker hanging in the center. Before she could do just that, the door slowly opened with a loud creak. A short, very old and wrinkled woman with short salt and peppered colored hair stood next to the door. She looked skinny and fragile dressed in her black and white maid uniform and white apron.
“Welcome. Please come in.” She stated simply as she stepped to the side.
“Thank you.” Eliza gave her best smile and crossed the threshold into the mansion that was her new home. The soles of her shoes were completely silent as she made her way across the cold marble floor. A large crystal chandelier hung above her. To the left of the entrance was a large winding staircase that led up to the second and third floors.
“Your grandmother is awaiting you in the Library.” Croaked the old maid as she led the way down the dark, silent corridor. She stopped suddenly and pointed to the dim lit room to the right with a crooked, discolored finger.
Eliza swallowed hard as she entered the room to meet her elusive grandmother. The Library stayed true to its name. Quiet, warmed by the fire blazing in the fireplace, and full of books. Shelves upon shelves of books stretching from floor to ceiling.
A soft voice echoed from behind her and she spun around to face one of the most regal women she had ever seen in her life. Her hair was completely white and seemed to almost sparkle in the firelight. She had been blessed with good skin with only subtle hints of wrinkles here and there subtracting a few years from the sixty years she had lived but it was her eyes that hit a cord within Eliza. Those same eyes looked at her lovingly every day for fifteen years. It was a trait that mother and daughter shared and they sent precious memories flooding through Eliza’s mind. Her heart clenched at the bittersweet and painful memories.
Smoothing her hands down her gray pencil skirt, her gaze traveled over Eliza slowly. Her chin tilted up much the same way that Eliza’s teachers used to when someone was in trouble. “You’re just as I expected you to be. Young and slightly disheveled, just like your mother when she was your age.” Crinkling her nose, she motioned to Eliza’s hair. “What’s this?”
“What?” She reached up smoothing her hair with her left hand.
“What’s wrong with your hair?”
“There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Well, you’re hair is clearly black and I dare say pink strips is not a desired hair color option for most people.”
Straightening her spin, she lifted her chin in defiance. “It is for me and my mother helped me pick out the colors and the style.”
Sniffing as though the very site of her was distasteful she smirked. “Yes, well my daughter never was responsible and clearly she didn’t develop that in her parenting either.
“My mother and father were the best parents and any child would have been lucky that have them.”
“Indeed.” She shook her head, turning back to her desk. “Cora will show you to your room. Dinner will be in the dinning hall at six.” Looking over her shoulder her eyes were narrow and stern. “In this house I expect prompt punctuality is that understood?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Grandmother.” Without another word she turned and followed Cora.
As they followed the path they had previously taken, Eliza felt tears burn her eyes but she refused to allow them to fall. She wouldn’t allow anyone to see the fear and pain burrowing deep inside her, threatening to swallow her whole. She had to be tough, she had to be strong and from the moment her life shattered she swore no one would ever see her true pain again. She’d keep it hidden; she’d keep her true self-hidden from everyone and everything.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

More info on The Walking Dead

So, The Walking Dead is set to premier on AMC on Halloween, already way cool and a very indemand time slot if my research serves me correctly. I predict this show will be a huge hit with millions tuning into the preimer, I mean honesly who doesn't love a zombie show on Halloween and one that no one has yet seen?

Because I've been hella busy lately, I just came across the trailer for The Walking Dead, sad I know considering that Communications is my thing, lol. Anyhoo, I loved the trailer!! Simply loved it and even got a brief look at Michael Rooker which is always awesome. The director attatched to the series has The Shashank Redemption and The Green Mile under his belt so in my opinion this show was set to be badass right off the bat. The producer did an excellent job in my opinion cause some of these made for tv things look cheesy, not the case here. The make up is excellent and here is a shout out to all the extraordinarly talented people who worked on this project behind the screen, *woot*. You guys roc!

This series reminds me something of a cross between Resident Evil2 and 28 Days later simply because he wakes up from a coma to a world that is virtually ravished by a disease that reaminiates the dead. The lead character is very appealing and human. Just a man looking for his family and clinging to the fading memories of a society that is no more. One thing that pulled at my heart in the preview was the man who sees his zombie wife in his front yard, how does he pull the trigger? Ahh, so many human things to ponder in just the trailer. I predict this show is set for great things and I don't think anyone who tunes into the preimer will be disappointed. There was no glimpse of Norman Reedus, the talented actor that plays sibling to one Michael Rooker but I have seen a few pics that can be found on the web of him in character. I must admit there is a charisma about him and I can see why there are so many fans that are crazy about him. I have checked out his other works and was not disappointed in the least so I know I wont be here either!

The trailer definately left me wanting more and as anyone in entertainment knows, Anticipation is key! More to come later.


Monday, September 13, 2010

Dark Rising Excerpt...

“What the hell is going on?” She demanded hobbling into the room. “What are you doing here?”
“Ana you’re up.” Maria turned to her and looked about as stunned to see her up and about as she was to find them talking in the library.
“No shit. What is Eric doing here?”
Maria frowned, looking confused. “Whose Eric?”
“Whose Eric?” She pointed the silver blade in his direction. “That’s Eric.”
“Ana,” he began. “I can explain.”
“You’d better.”
“I’m not Eric, I’m Vincent.”
“Vincent?” She shook her head. “Who the fuck is Eric?”
“There is no Eric. I’ve been watching you, trying to protect you from Erzabel.”
Pressing her hand against her side, she glared at him. “Well, you did a shitty job of that!”
His jaw tightened in anger and who knows maybe even sorrow. “I know.”
“Ana he did save you.” Maria had her arms folded across her chest and she had the nerve to look pissed off at Ana’s comment.
“Don’t you dare get mad at me! I’m the one who got dragged into this whole damned thing. You and your husband just threw it at me one day and said ‘here it is’.”
She stepped closer to Eric and it was then that she noticed something very strange. The golden brown eyes that had seemed to capture her by the lake were now a bright red. She gasped her gaze drifting to his slightly parted lips. He couldn’t be, a vampyer.
Her grip tightened around the knife as images of Paul and his cruel sacrifice flashed through her head. Anger heated her veins and before she knew what she was doing, she was in front of him the point of the dagger pressed against his chest, directly over his heart. She looked up into his eyes. Those familiar eyes that had once been golden brown and now the red color of her enemy.
Her hand trembled as she pressed against the blade just a little harder. She couldn’t deny the attraction she had to him or even the deep feeling of familiarity that made no sense to her. Nor could she deny her anger or rage for his kind. The ones who had already taken so much from her and the people who had chosen to watch over her. “You lied to me.” Her voice was a whisper but her intent was clear.
“How?” His voice was gentle and his eyes never wavered from where they were locked on hers.
“You never said you were a vampyer.”
“You never asked.”
“You’re one of them.” It wasn’t a question.
He shook his head. “No, I’m not.”
“Think about it Ana if he was one of them why would he be helping us protect you? Why would we be here at his home right now only after he stopped them from killing us both?”
Her eyes narrowed and hatred briefly sang through her veins. “You’re a vampyer, that’s enough for me. I should kill you right here.”
In a flash, his hand shot out and closed around her wrist. For a moment she thought he might twist her hand or squeeze forcing her to release her grip on the knife but he didn’t. He pushed it more against his chest never taking his eyes from her.
“Push hard and fast. You must make sure it goes all the way through my heart or you’ll just piss me off.”
“You think I won’t do it?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I think you might but it doesn’t really matter anymore. My heart died a long time ago.”
“Or maybe you’re just fucking with me.”
“Believe me, I wouldn’t go through all this trouble to fuck with you. You’re not that interesting.”

A taste of what's to come!!! Stay turned for more soon and don't miss an upcoming excerpt of Blood Tears my newest Scifi Paranormal.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Erotic Romance...

Hey everyone,

Sorry it has been so long since I posted but things have been so crazy busy here. With school work, working on three new novels and with working I have scarcely had time for much else. Anyway, I was thinking about the erotic romance genre that we all love so much. Now, many times I thought I really romance and I do but I don't to cut the erotic of it seems much like cutting off the makeup a woman is wearing that enhances her beauty. This is kind of how I feel about sex in a book. To be without the story is still good but there is nothing wrong with enhancing the beauty of the story and of the characters. Turning up the heat can really make a story burn and sizzle making it a very enjoyable read with a nice glass of wine.

So, after searching for a bit I realized that me and alot of my friends are on the forefront of Erotic Romance publishing which is a major hit online. Now, for those reading this who disagree, first I don't know why you are here and second there is a big difference between pornography and erotic romance. Pornography is absent of any storyline and this is essential in erotic romance. I found a link that is just like RWA but for writers who like it hott! I plan on joining it as soon as I get a little extra cash. I agree with Nora Roberts when she says, "All forms of writing need to be respected and it is time for Romance in all forms to do much of the same thing." Just because we write erotic romance and enjoy it doesn't mean that we are oversexed, strange women who masturbate at our computers *rolls eyes*. Sex is a part of life. A part all of us enjoy why do we always try to deny this and keep it hidden behind the red door? This is the twenty first century isn't it time that we as women, we as authors embrace every ounce of our woman hood including our sexuality and letting go of our fear of saying yes I enjoy writing erotic romance and I enjoy reading it as well.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Blood Tears Prologue

Hey! Okay so I have decided to change up Blood Tears a little bit and this is something new I've added to the story. Hope you enjoy and dont forget to drop a comment and let me know how you like it.


Journal Entry~1
As years pass, memories become like grains of sand. You can’t look at one without looking at all the others. Even the ones you’d rather forget, the ones that haunt you.
I don’t know why I’m keeping this journal, maybe to remind myself that I was once human. Once I had a simple life and had experienced love and joy in abundance. Then one day everything changed.
I became what I am in the year 1347 A.D. In that year one of the most tragic and horrible national disasters in history took place, The Black Death. The horrible and highly contagious disease swept through Europe killing a third of the population. Dead littered the streets and the sky seemed to turn black from the smoke of the fires that burned the dead. People fled their homes in fear, leaving the dying to parish alone in horrible misery. It didn’t take long for the cloud of death to ascend over my home, my family.
My husband, John, was the first one stricken down by the disease. My beautiful twin daughters, Sara and Elizabeth were next. Those who remained in the town decided they weren’t going to take any chances. They boarded us up in our home leaving me without any help and my family without an ounce of sympathy.
I vigilantly kept watch and cared for my family even with my husband begging me to leave and save myself. I could never walk away from my family. If I did then dying wouldn’t matter because without my family I was dead already.
There was little I could do but watch them suffer in agony as they slowly slipped through my fingers. I just sat and prayed, prayed for a miracle that never came. One by one death took them from me. I was overcome with grief I didn’t even realize that the infection had taken over my own body. I sat holding my children, rocking them in the silence of death. I prayed for a new miracle, I prayed to die with my family. I prayed that the dark Angel of Death would appear to me and carry me to that place where I could once again be with my family. It too was a miracle that never came. It was then in my most desperate moment that she appeared to me. In deliriousness, I thought she was the Angel sent to carry me home. She was an angel but she hadn’t been sent to take away.
I can’t say the exact moment she had decided to change me but I do remember the change burning inside of me, burning from the inside out. She changed my soul and who I was forever. The gates of hell had opened bringing plagues, death, fear, destruction, desolation, and hopelessness reeking havoc on mankind. Someone had to be on the front lines. Someone had to fight against the evil.
Ariel, a warrior angel in this fight against evil had found me by chance and decided that I could be a warrior in this war. She didn’t even ask me. She made the decision for me. Created with the ability to send demons back to hell, I protect the innocent and with the help of other unworldly creatures, push back the coming Apocalypse. I now posses super human strength, the ability to heal quickly and I can go long periods without food. I look just anyone else except my eyes are a glowing red in color, well I do have the fire of hell flowing through my veins and that’s how I can banish evil. Cursed as a witch, a demon, a succubus and even the unholy Lilith, my eyes have brought me many trials through the years. In this modern age I have contacts and at times I can even pretend I am just like everyone else.
I’ve lived to see several centuries pass. Witnessed things that I would never have imagined possible. I've lived a long time but have fought even longer. I have experience heartache and remorse as well as laughter and joy through the years. I’ve experienced many things, gained many things and lost many things. I have suffered, I’ve cried, I’ve hoped and believed.
When I think of my husband and my beloved children who were taken from me so long ago, I realized that I had been blessed. Fore blessed was I to know the bittersweet sting of a moments love between a man and woman. Blessed to be a mother and experience love unparalleled in this universe. I was blessed to know the brief sweetness of a simple, mortal life. This is my new life, my new destiny and maybe when all this is done, just maybe God will find it in his heart to let me be with my family in that secret place we call heaven.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Clash of the Titans

Okay, so everyone who knows anything about me knows that I am a sucker for mythology. I love all kinds, from all over the world and I have researched it extensively. Greek myths, Ancient Egypt, Chinese, any kind of mythology. This is the main reason why I loved Lord of the Rings so much not to mention the other great fanasy flicks that didn't even gain as much noteriety as this one. Like Willow, with Val Kilmer, that movie was awesome sooo loved it. Anyhoo, along the line of Greek Mythology, Clash of the Titans is right up there with the best of them. Persus and the Cracken, a princess, gods and Medusa...what's not to love. Also, the amazing, talented and uber hott Sam Worthington plays as Persus in this visually enhanced remake. Loved it and was not disappointed in the least. Now, I hear they will be making a Clash of the Titans II. I am sooo seeing that one.