Wednesday, August 19, 2015

A review of White Star

"White Star would appeal to readers who like a bit of paranormal with their coming of age story."
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Monday, July 27, 2015

A new trip - Let's be O'Ryan Cruze from Tricolor

You gear your motorcycle down before pulling up to a steaming gas station in Orlando, Florida, the engine gives a satisfying rumble under your control. While you're pumping, careful not to drip gas on your amazing paint job, black with a lime green snake skeleton, a newer model economy car rolls by slowly. Cars zoom around it, but the driver only continues to creep by the gas station. The two men inside the little car can't take their eyeballs off you, so you give them the finger. Instead of laughing off their embarrassment, the typical tourist reaction for caught staring at anything or anyone too long, they keep looking. A little shudder roves over your shoulders, and the gas nozzle tinks against the opening in your tank. As the men get past a little bit, you notice the rental sticker in the back windshield. Travelers, yes, but not tourists. Something tells you they weren't here for Disney World or the Pirate Arena dinner theater.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

First crazy-funny paper I found in my mother's junk room

I do not take credit for writing this - only typing it out.


Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal training at the local health club. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations for my personal trainer named Luke, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swimwear.

Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.

Started my day at 6 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Luke waiting for me. He is something of a Greek God with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. Woo-hoo!

Luke gave me a tour and showed me the machines.

I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted my workout today. Very inspiring!

Luke was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a fantastic week!

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Luke made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals.
Driving was okay as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Luke was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice was a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Luke put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Luke told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.

Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being in a half an hour late -  it took me that long to tie my shoes.

He took me to workout with dumb-bells. When he wasn't looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny bitch to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine - which I sank.

I hate the bastard Luke more than any human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor. If there is a part of  my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Luke wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want any dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

The treadmill flung me off, and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?

Satan left me a voicemail in his grating shrilly voice wondering why I didn't show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash my phone; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up watching 11 straight hours of The Weather Channel.

I'm having the church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank God that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that's fun - like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!

Monday, July 20, 2015

It's available!

My third book, Tricolor, is a New Adult Romantic Thriller, and it is available now.

It’s the typical problem of can’t-stay-broken-up-with-your-boyfriend-when-his-parents-go-missing. Okay, so it might not be typical but O’Ryan’s lovelife is bumped to the bottom of the priority list when a madman shows up wielding a knife. O’Ryan has to meet his demands or everyone she cares about will be toast. 
The easy answer is to call the police, but it’s a bit much to ask them to protect everyone—the list of people he’s threatened is really long. When her boyfriend’s parents turn up dead, she realizes the man with the knife has to be beat at his own game because giving into his demands will make O’Ryan a criminal too.

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Friday, July 17, 2015

I cannot wait for August 1st!

My friends newest book comes out! 

When We Were Human  is written by my friend Kate L. Mary, and it's a YA Post-Apocalyptic

Eighteen-year-old Eva has spent the last year punishing herself for her sister’s death and hiding from everyone she comes into contact with, human or otherwise. With the population destroyed and the Earth left in ruins, she sees little hope left for the future.

But when she crosses paths with Walker and Tara something inside her awakens. Something she thought had died along with her entire family. In these new friends Eva sees a promise of what the future could be, as well as evidence that humanity might not be extinct after all.

When a ghost from Eva’s past makes an unexpected appearance, the group sets out on a cross-country trek that will teach Eva how to love and hope again, and will remind her what it truly means to be human.

When the camp comes into view I have a difficult time not throwing up. Water and carrots slosh back and forth in my stomach. The sweat on my palms has nothing to do with the humidity, and my legs are so weak they feel like pipe cleaners trying to support a rubber ball.
The fence surrounding the camp is down in most places, and the majority of the hastily set-up tents have blown away. The few left are ripped. The canvas blows in the warm breeze, flapping back and forth like the wings of an ominous bird.
The storage building is still standing, though. If it isn’t empty this trip might be worth our time, but if it’s been cleaned out all this emotional turmoil and pain I’m going through right now will be for nothing. And I don’t have a lot of optimism that things will turn out in our favor.
Atlanta is just visible in the distance. Or what’s left of it, anyway. A ruined building juts up here and there, but for the most part the city is flat. It looks as if like the earth had just opened up and sucked the city down. It’s what the creepers did in the first wave. Wiped out the all the major cities until there was nothing left but a landscape of rubble and dust. Killing millions in the blink of an eye.
Walker heads into the camp, and I follow silently, trying not to think about those terrifying days. My throat tightens when we step across the toppled chain link fence. The rusty metal clinks under our feet and my heart pounds harder with each step.
When I finally enter the prison camp where my sister lived out her final days, it feels like I’m walking into a cemetery. In many ways I am. Bones of the former inhabitants are scattered across the ground as far as the eye can see. The bodies have been picked clean by animals and bugs, and the clothes have long since blown away, but the skeletons remain as a heart-breaking reminder of everything we lost.
Which one is my sister?
“This way,” Walker says, tilting his head toward the storage building.
The three of us pick our way across the camp, stepping over debris and remains. Tara won’t stop looking at me, and every glance causes my insides to harden even more. I wish I’d never told them I lost my sister here. I hate thinking that they associate me with this place. Even worse, I hate that I associate myself with this hell.
      I catch sight of a charred, mangled tree and the urge to hurl hits me so hard that I almost have to stop. The stump juts up from the ground, and to the left of it sits a small crater. It’s like a missile took out the top of the tree, then hit the ground next to it. The black circle from the fire extends for about ten feet around the hole. The fire burnt the tree to a crisp, leaving almost nothing behind.
Our tree. Mine and Lilly’s.
I force myself to turn away from the remains before I burst into tears. I shouldn’t have come here.
We get closer to the storage building but something looks off. The brightness of the sun makes it hard to see and forces me to squint. Then it hits me. The walls are covered in writing and discarded cans of spray paint by the dozens lay on the ground. At first I’m not sure what I’m looking at, but it only takes a few seconds of scanning the words to figure out what it all means. They’re notes left by survivors. People hoping to find loved ones they’ve lost.
Stupid people clinging to hope that doesn’t exist.
“What is this?” I ask, coming to a stop about ten feet from the wall.
“Survivor’s wall.” Walker glances toward Tara, then turns at the entrance of the building. “People leave messages behind just in case a family member comes through. We’ll check it out before we leave, but we should look for food first.”
Tara nods and follows him, but her eyes are glued to the wall. They never stop moving, never stop reading the names.
I keep my eyes on the back of Walker’s head as I follow him inside. Away from the wall and the words of desperation painted on them. There’s nothing on that wall for me.

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Kate L. Mary is a stay-at-home mother of four and an Air Force wife. She grew up in a small town just north of Dayton, Ohio where she and her husband met at the age of twelve. Since their marriage in 2002, they have lived in Georgia, Mississippi, South Carolina, and California.
Kate enjoys any post-apocalyptic story - especially if zombies are involved - as long as there is a romantic twist to give the story hope. Kate prefers nerdy, non-traditional heroes who can make you laugh to hunky pieces of man-meat, and her love of wine and chocolate is legendary among her friends and family. She currently resides in Oklahoma with her husband and children.
Be sure to check out her best-selling BROKEN WORLD series, a top 100 book in dystopian and post-apocalyptic fiction on Amazon.

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Thursday, July 2, 2015

TRICOLOR will be out this month!

It’s the typical problem of can’t-stay-broken-up-with-your-boyfriend-when-his-parents-go-missing. Okay, so it might not be typical but O’Ryan’s lovelife is bumped to the bottom of the priority list when a madman shows up wielding a knife. O’Ryan has to meet his demands or everyone she cares about will be toast.

The easy answer is to call the police, but it’s a bit much to ask them to protect everyone—the list of people he’s threatened is really long. When her boyfriend’s parents turn up dead, she realizes the man with the knife has to be beat at his own game because giving into his demands will make O’Ryan a criminal too.

TRICOLOR by Lisa Terry is a New Adult Romantic Thriller

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

It's Coming!

EDIT: "It's here!"

WHITE STAR is here, and I couldn't be more excited. It's a pet novel of mine, and I've been on pins and needles, waiting to find out what you all think of it. *lift glass* Here's to hoping that not all first novels are destined for the bottom your sock drawer.

To wet you palette a little, here's a trailer.

You can preorder WHITE STAR on Amazon by clicking here: