Release Blitz: Ever the Wayward Sky by Oliver Phipps

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Title: Ever the Wayward Sky

Author: Oliver Phipps

Release Date: 23 Apr 2017

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Summary: 

The Civil War is over. But for Sergeant James Taft, there seems to be no end in sight. He had seldom considered what he would do after the war, because he never believed he would live through it.

James briefly returns to Pennsylvania in an unsuccessful attempt to work as a farmer. He then sets out to find peace and somehow vanquish the ghosts in his soul. What he can’t possibly foresee, as he rides west, is the epic story of tragedy and triumph that he will take part in.

“It’s unfortunate, but true, that darkness must often be complete, before we notice the subtle glimmer of hope.” – Doc Jefferies, Ever the Wayward Sky.

~ Teaser ~

As the days passed, James felt himself sinking further into depression. He tried to work on the family farm but couldn’t focus on the tasks. Darkness slowly began to swallow him from the inside out.

“Well, we finally pulled that old stump out of the South field.” John attempted to sound encouraging at the dinner table.

“That’s wonderful. That old tree always irritated your Pa. I’m glad we took care of it, and it is gone.” His mother glanced over at James after saying this.

Her son sat staring blankly at his plate of food. He heard nothing they had said.

His mother turned and looked across the table at John, who then glanced over at his wife, Velma. All three now watched James as he held his fork over his food and appeared to be far away.

The two children took notice of what was occurring and began watching their Uncle also.

Realizing the children were watching, Velma stood up and took a pitcher of water over to James.

“Would you like some more water, James?”

He almost shook as he came out of the apparent trance.

“Oh, no Velma, thank you.”

Johnny laughed a little, and this caused Grace to giggle as well.

“You children eat now. No playing.”

“Yes, Grandma.” Both children replied, almost in unison.

James looked around the table with a lost expression on his face.

“I think it’ll rain tonight,” John said in an attempt to bring supper back on track. “What do you think James?”

“Yes, it might.”

He knew something wasn’t right. He realized now that he’d been somewhere else. He didn’t know what to do about it, though. He glanced around at his family. He loved them dearly, but he didn’t belong here. He wasn’t sure where he belonged, but he knew now that it wasn’t here.

Later, as James lay down to sleep, the rain began. The soft pattering of raindrops outside his window caused a soothing effect, and he drifted into sleep. Then the thunder came, and as James slipped farther into slumber, he found himself on a faraway battlefield again. As the sounds of the storm erupted outside, the cannons roared on the battlefield of James’ dream.

“I heard them was Morgan’s boys over there, Sergeant.”

A young private nervously spoke to Sergeant Taft, who was riding back and forth in front of the men. James reined his horse in to answer the young cavalryman.

“Don’t matter who they are, Private! That cavalry unit is protecting the Reb’s flank, and we’ll run them off the battlefield, or die trying!”

When James said this, the private appeared to calm down. But he was still obviously frightened. All the soldiers appeared concerned. The horses moved underneath them nervously; sensing death to be close at hand. Smoke from the guns drifted through the unit’s ranks as James scanned the faces of his men.

He then moved closer to the young private. James thought he might be able to say something to calm the young man, but as he came near, the soldier began to speak.

“I sure got the feeling that I’m going to be one of those that die trying, Sergeant. You ever get that feeling?”

James reined in his mount again, trying to calm it. The horse quivered under him in an apprehensive excitement for the battle at hand. Then, James lied to the young private. He always lied in these situations.

“Almost every day, Private.” After James had said this, the man calmed some more. He smiled a little. James smiled slightly as well, and then he thought of several other men that had told him the same sort of thing over the years. They all died on the battlefield after telling him this. The cracking of rifle and cannon fire became intense. He positioned his horse to the front of the unit, ready for battle.

Their lieutenant rode swiftly up from the back of the unit.

“Alright boys, it’s time, let’s give’em hell.”

The lieutenant then pulled his saber out and nodded to their bugler, who immediately sounded the charge. Sergeant Taft spurred his horse just as the lieutenant charged forward.

“Let’s go 9th,” James yelled out, and his heart began to pound inside his chest.

The ground began to tremble as the horses burst into a gallop.

James looked across the field at the enemy just as bullets began to sing around him.

He became hot as the blood rushed to his head. Then, as always, he slowly became numb as the specter of death approached.

He put the reins in his mouth and lowered his head as if facing a fierce wind. He could now see the enemy’s faces clearly.

As the gap closed, he pulled his saber out with his left hand and his revolver out with his right.

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 ~ About the Author ~

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Oliver Phipps served in a Special Forces unit of the United States Army and studied at MSC. He has spent much of his life traveling throughout the world. Visiting many countries in Asia as well as Alaska, The Canadian Yukon territories and as far north as the Arctic Circle.

In 2004 Oliver published his first book and continues writing books articles and short stories. He has had eight books on the Amazon bestseller lists at the time this was written, with as many as five on a bestseller list at one time. In June of 2015 Oliver’s novel A Tempest Soul landed the #1 bestseller spot in its category, garnishing Oliver his first number one bestseller.

Currently Oliver and family reside happily in the U.S.

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Book Blitz: Archfiend Kinship by Kaiden Klein

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Title: Archfiend Kinship

Author: Kaiden Klein

Series: The Psychic and The Priest #2

Release Date: 14 June 2016

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Summary: 

Annie continues to unravel painful truths of her past while discovering she’s even more powerful than she could have ever imagined. Although, even with her newfound abilities, her intense love and insatiable desire for Asha is her weakness, yet he is also her strength.

Asha took a vow to serve God. But, since discovering Annie was more than a dream, a deeper destiny unveils itself, and he’s forced to re-evaluate his choices. Making the right decision won’t come easy.

However, hidden truths and new found strengths, have brought this unlikely pair together, and together Annie and Asha are a powerful duo. But will their magic be enough to take on an evil seeking vengeance and a mother who wants the power to control all that exist? Both threats willing to do anything to get what they want, even if it means making a deal with the devil himself.

Annie is forced to choose, risking her life to save Asha, or risking his life to protect all those who now depend on her.

Join Annie and Asha in part two of this action-packed paranormal adventure filled with steamy scenes and supernatural twists at every turn.

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“Oh my god. Asha!”

Annie peeked through a window of the old run down building. Asha was in the center of a magic pentagram, tied up to a pole. Lucinda stood in front of it with her hands in the air, reciting some type of chant.

There were four large canine shifters stationed at each corner. Up until now, she hadn’t considered a plan but she was sure emotions were the key to unleashing her power. It was how she’d gotten away from Zury.

Asha’s eyes were barely open and sweat ran down his face as his head shifted in one direction and then the other. She was sure Lucinda’s chant had everything to do with his current state.

Sensing someone was coming up behind her, she quickly turned around, pushing her hands forward, Bison fell to the ground.

“Bison, I’m so sorry.” Annie reached down to help him up. “I’ve only somewhat figured out how my powers work.”

“Wow.” Bison rose to his feet, shaking off the shock of being knocked to the ground without warning.

“I told you not to come.”

“You did. So, what’s the plan?”

“I’m not sure but I’m going in.”

“If you’re going, so am I.” Bison followed closely behind Annie who refused to allow him to lead the way.

They walked around to the side.

“No!” Asha hollered out in pain.

Once again, Annie’s powers were triggered by emotion. This time, it was Asha’s pain. Their surroundings began to shake as the door flung open.

Lucinda quickly turned, giving off a wicked smirk.

The canine shifters swiftly leaped, approaching the open door where Annie and Bison stood. Bison jumped in front of Annie with his bow in hand.

“I knew you’d come.” Lucinda stood in front of Asha, addressing Annie.

“Let him go.”

“I’ll trade his life for yours.”

“He’s your son, Lucinda.”

“Yes and he’s the love of your life. I’m doing what you can’t do. You’re so blinded by emotions; you’re willing to sacrifice the lives of your people to save the man you love. I’m doing this for the greater good. We need Damarcus here and whether or not my people know it, they need me also. Besides, I knew you’d come to his rescue.”

Had Asha saved her life only so his could be taken and by his own mother? No…this couldn’t be the way things were supposed to end. They were to take on this challenge together.

Was Lucinda right? Perhaps her feelings for Asha was blinding her judgment. Still, in his weakened state, he would not stand a chance against her evil doings. However, she just might.

“I’ll give you my life for his.”

Asha moaned, expressing his disapproval of what Annie was willing to do. He was barely able to get out no in between his groans.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Come.” She extended her hand.

“No, Annie.” Bison tried to stop her as she walked in front of him.

She stopped on the outside of the pentagram. “I’m here. Now release, Asha.”

Waving her hand, Lucinda released Asha, tossing him outside the pentagram. Bison rushed over to help him up.

“Annie, I’m not leaving without you,” mumbled Asha.

“Tell him to leave or I’ll kill him.”

“Please, Bison, just take Asha and leave.”

The pentagram had debilitated him, but Asha was now coming around.

“No, Bison. Leave me, not Annie.” Asha struggled to get the words out as he put up some resistance, making it nearly impossible for Bison to move him.

As Asha became more coherent, Bison gave up the struggle. Asha managed to stand up, turning to face Lucinda.

“Lucinda, let Annie go.”

Infuriated by his attempts to stop her, with a simple glance, she motioned the canines to attack.

“Here.” Bison tossed Asha the blade given to him by Annie.

All four shifters attacked at once. Two on Asha and two on Bison. Asha aimed the knife at one, putting him down. Bison’s bow struck one in the heart before it could attack him. Another shifter knocked him to the ground, biting into his flesh.

“Enough.” The sound of Annie’s voice roared through the air. It caused a loud, brutal, ringing noise that sent the other two canines running.

Asha turned to Annie, stunned at the affect she’d had on them.

“You can’t stop me,” screeched Lucinda as she seized Annie and they elevated into the air. The windows started to rattle as the room vibrated with great force, making the roof partially collapse, narrowing missing them all.

Annie looked up. “Vadik!”

“Let her go, Lucinda.”

“I won’t.”

Vadik descended from the air, stopping at eye level with Lucinda.

An injured Bison and Asha stood off to the side, looking at the three of them levitating in the air.

“Annie, I need you to focus your energy on breaking free. You can do it. You’ve accessed it before, and I need you to do so now,” said Asha firmly.

Annie wasn’t able to, no matter how hard she tried.

Vadik turned to Asha, raising his hands palm up. Asha fell to the ground. His skin tightened, like a blood pressure cuff, causing his veins to bulge from the inflicted pain.

“No. Stop!” Annie yelled, her anger, enabling her to free herself from Lucinda’s grip. Falling to the floor, she quickly ran over to Asha as Vadik seized Lucinda. The two went through the open roof, leaving Bison, Asha, and Annie behind in the abandoned building.

 

 ~ About the Author ~

Kaiden Klein enjoys writing and keeping her fans updated as characters develop, even behind the scenes. She loves creating complex characters whose lives are filled with drama, and a great deal of time is put into developing her characters, including the ones who seem to go in their own direction.

Kaiden also writes compelling mystery, suspense, crime, and contemporary romance stories under the pen name Eva Winters. Although her works are fiction, some of her stories may be based on actual events. Her stories will go beyond entertaining you; they’ll leave you wanting more.

You can find out more about the author @

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Title: Kindred Souls

Series: The Psychic and the Priest #1

Release Date: 24 May 2016

Publisher: Self-published

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Summary: 

Raised in a church orphanage, Annie never knew her parents or where she was from, nor did she know who or what she was – only that Father Francis would always tell her she was special…never did she dream he meant it literally.

Annie can read minds, connect with the dead, and even see the future, but the only clues to her own past are vivid sensual dreams about a mysterious and alluring man. When this familiar stranger (The Priest) suddenly appears in her downtown shop, Annie not only discovers their inexplicable connection is extremely powerful, but he also becomes the key to unlocking her complicated past and uncertain future.

Will Annie and Asha be able to fulfill their fated destiny, or will the challenges ahead be too much to bear, leading to their ultimate demise? There’s no doubt, the choices made will be life-changing.

 

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Title: Arms of Danger

Release Date: 16 February 2016

Publisher: InPrint Publishing

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A Thrilling Story of Life After Death

12,000 word Short Story Standalone
More Books to Come under Destined Guardians

After having been granted a second chance following her untimely demise in her former life, Helena has dedicated herself to protecting humans. Haunted by revelations from her past life, Helena is torn between the life she’s dedicated herself to and to those she left behind. Her dedication to humankind has afforded her the opportunity to learn a great deal about the evil that exists in the world, but nothing could prepare her for the newest threat.

Betrayed by Barak, the leading commander of their municipal’s army, Helena must defend the community against the new bloods, treacherous vampires, bent on overthrowing the king and taking control of the monarch. But doing so will not come without risk, especially since she’s sleeping with the enemy who knows her deepest secrets.

A future of violence and enslavement gets closer and closer to becoming a reality in the presently peaceful town.

With the threat growing, Helena finds herself facing a different challenge. The promise of love enters her life, but in order to fully embrace it, she must save the people of Wyden first.

Will Helena be able to save the ones she’s dedicated her life to protecting or will greed win by using her secrets against her?

This is a story of greed, lies, lust, and betrayal.

A standalone paranormal romance story about guardians and vampires.

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Release Day Blitz: Kindred Souls by Kaiden Klein (The Psychic and The Priest #1)

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Title: Kindred Souls

Author: Kaiden Klein

Release Date: 24 May 2016

Publisher: Self-published

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Summary: 

Raised in a church orphanage, Annie never knew her parents or where she was from, nor did she know who or what she was – only that Father Francis would always tell her she was special…never did she dream he meant it literally.

Annie can read minds, connect with the dead, and even see the future, but the only clues to her own past are vivid sensual dreams about a mysterious and alluring man. When this familiar stranger (The Priest) suddenly appears in her downtown shop, Annie not only discovers their inexplicable connection is extremely powerful, but he also becomes the key to unlocking her complicated past and uncertain future.

Will Annie and Asha be able to fulfill their fated destiny, or will the challenges ahead be too much to bear, leading to their ultimate demise? There’s no doubt, the choices made will be life-changing.

~ Except ~

It was Mardi Gras in New Orleans and Annie stood in the doorway of her tiny shop located in the French Quarter on Bourbon Street. With the bounty of festivities and tourists in town, this time of the year was plenty busy for her. It even surprised her she’d had a free moment. She watched at a distance as the masked crowd roamed the streets until the late hours drinking, partying, dancing, and ranting loudly. She had to admit, she was rather jealous. She’d never be able to partake in such activities, not without the impeding rush of thoughts from others overpowering her. Even though, she’d been taught control, she didn’t want to go past her limits.

Still, this was her city. She’d been born and raised here but had never really experienced all of what her town had to offer. The best thing about New Orleans was its diverse culture and signature dishes. Just like gumbo, the people were a big mixture of savory delights. It’s no wonder tourists favored the city so much.

Having free time meant wandering thoughts. She found it interesting how people wanted to resemble such evil beings as long as it was make-believe. They dressed as vampires, witches, demons, and other demonic creatures, walking the streets in denial. How would they respond to seeing an actual demon? Or knowing spirits roamed among them? The demons she’d encountered were only in her dreams, but they walked the earth as well; not in naked form, but disguised as humans.

Not all spirits were bad. As a child she’d sit in the graveyard, talking to some of the lost souls who had passed on. As her gifts developed, she was warned by the father to stay away from the cemetery, so she did. Things started to change with age. Annie seemed to be stalked by evil spirits, trying to enter from the other side which was why she no longer communicated with those who had passed on. Business had slowed down because of it, but she didn’t care. Engaging with the dead was dangerous.

She could see Mrs. Rosemary exiting her restaurant, Mama’s Cajun Cuisine, with a bag in hand. Her food was incredible. She’d never turn down a meal from her kitchen.

“Hi, Mrs. Rosemary.” She held the door open for her as she entered, laden with goodies, and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Hey, baby. I brought you something.”

Mrs. Rosemary was such a kind soul. She’d come for a reading when her husband died some time ago. Not a mischievous thought existed within her, only the desire to help others. She had her own gift and didn’t even know it. It was the gift of motherly love. All the neighboring business owners respected and looked up to her. She was like a mother figure to Annie.

“Oh, Mrs. Rosemary, you’re spoiling me.”

“Child, please. You can stand to put some meat on those bones.”

Annie laughed at her charming and direct humor. Mrs. Rosemary always said what was on her mind, no sugar coating.

“You know I’m serious, don’t you? You’re such a pretty girl. I can’t figure out for the life of me why you walk around with that veil on your head. You’ll never get a man like that. What you need to do is let your hair down.”

“You know what, Mrs. Rosemary, you’re right.”

She’d already begun to dive into the goodies with delicious, spicy aromas Mrs. Rosemary had delivered.

“Honey, that’s the only way you gon get a man because right now, you look like a grieving widow. I’m just saying.”

Amused by her comments, Annie chuckled, wiping the corners of her mouth with a napkin. She had a point. Wearing the veil all the time probably wasn’t appealing to the opposite sex.

“This is so, so good. Thank you.”

“Oh, sweetie, you know I have to feed you. Come by if you want some more. I have plenty.”

The chimes on the door sounded. They turned to see who was entering and both seemed to be taken aback by the stranger who’d just walked in.

“Are you open for business?” he asked softly in a deep, sensual tone.

Right away, Mrs. Rosemary interjected. “Yeah, she’s open. Come on in.”

She leaned over and whispered in Annie’s ear, “Ooh-wee, he’s nice.”

“Mrs. Rosemary!”

“Now, child, don’t mind me. I’m just having fun. Here, let me take this while you tend to your customer.” She briskly cleared the area, allowing Annie to provide service to the man who’d just come in.

Annie got up and wiped off the table.

“I’m sorry about that. You can have a seat here, and I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Annie walked to the back where she met up with Mrs. Rosemary, who was busy putting away the food she’d carried over. Knowing she wouldn’t hesitate to speak her mind, Annie hurriedly turned on the water, hoping the sound would mask their conversation, as she began to wash her hands.

“Okay let me take a look at you. Here, wipe your mouth.” After dabbing the corners of her mouth, Mrs. Rosemary placed her hands on Annie’s shoulders as she thoroughly inspected her from head to toe.

Annie pulled her veil covering back over her head.

“Now you know you don’t need to be wearing no veil. Honey, that man don’t look like he lost nobody. He look like he’s looking for something. Now, I’m about to go. You okay?”

“I’m fine, thanks again for the food.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

The two hugged and Mrs. Rosemary left.

 

 ~ About the Author ~

Kaiden Klein enjoys writing and keeping her fans updated as characters develop, even behind the scenes. She loves creating complex characters whose lives are filled with drama, and a great deal of time is put into developing her characters, including the ones who seem to go in their own direction.

Kaiden also writes compelling mystery, suspense, crime, and contemporary romance stories under the pen name Eva Winters. Although her works are fiction, some of her stories may be based on actual events. Her stories will go beyond entertaining you; they’ll leave you wanting more.

You can find out more about the author @

Website | Amazon | Goodreads

~ Other Books by this Author ~ 

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Title: Arms of Danger

Release Date: 16 February 2016

Publisher: InPrint Publishing

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Summary: 

A Thrilling Story of Life After Death

12,000 word Short Story Standalone
More Books to Come under Destined Guardians

After having been granted a second chance following her untimely demise in her former life, Helena has dedicated herself to protecting humans. Haunted by revelations from her past life, Helena is torn between the life she’s dedicated herself to and to those she left behind. Her dedication to humankind has afforded her the opportunity to learn a great deal about the evil that exists in the world, but nothing could prepare her for the newest threat.

Betrayed by Barak, the leading commander of their municipal’s army, Helena must defend the community against the new bloods, treacherous vampires, bent on overthrowing the king and taking control of the monarch. But doing so will not come without risk, especially since she’s sleeping with the enemy who knows her deepest secrets.

A future of violence and enslavement gets closer and closer to becoming a reality in the presently peaceful town.

With the threat growing, Helena finds herself facing a different challenge. The promise of love enters her life, but in order to fully embrace it, she must save the people of Wyden first.

Will Helena be able to save the ones she’s dedicated her life to protecting or will greed win by using her secrets against her?

This is a story of greed, lies, lust, and betrayal.

A standalone paranormal romance story about guardians and vampires.

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Release Day Blitz: Fashion Forward by LightBurst Media

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Author/Publisher: LightBurst Media

Release Date: 26 February 2016

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Fashion Forward: a 1960s Fashion Coloring Book for Adults features 27 original fashion illustrations for you to color and enjoy. Images are printed single sided so that you can easily cut them out. Relive the fashions of 1960s including hair, accessories and outfits. Pick a page that jumps out to you and let the fun begin!

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~ About the Author ~

LightBurst Media is a publisher of unique adult coloring books. We use only original, hand-drawn art in our coloring books. Our first book, Space Dreams: Sci-Fi Adult Coloring Book Adventure, was published in December 2015. It is receiving a lot of good attention and is also a good adult coloring book for men as well as women. We have several other adult coloring books coming out in 2016. For more information about our new releases, promotions and giveaways visit us at our website at:

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Release Date: 12 December 2015

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Space Dreams: Sci-Fi Adult Coloring Book Adventure features 38 original sci-fi illustrations for you to color and enjoy. Images are printed single sided so that you can easily cut them out. Immerse yourself in a land where robots, portals, aliens, and beautiful space villages exist. Pick a page that jumps out to you and let the fun begin!
-38 Original hand-drawn pages, no computer generated images
-Images printed single sided
-Perfect coloring book for men and women!
-Bonus offer to get two free images from Space Dreams, inside the book

 

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Release Blitz : Angry Movie Guy by Izzy Church

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Title: Angry Movie Guy

Author: Izzy Church

Release Date: 25 August, 2015

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ANGRY MOVIE GUY is romantic comedy about a struggling film critic who decides to take on a bad attitude to achieve fame and success as the Angry Movie Guy. When his review destroys the career of a woman he’s fallen in love with he must rethink his life. Can he mend his hateful ways and win her heart?

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Chapter One

No one seems to understand my dilemma. Ever since the day I met her, my life has been falling apart right in front of my eyes. I am engulfed in a deluge of memories, both good and bad.

At first, it was only at night. I’d wake up shivering in a cold sweat; feeling like a worm had just tunneled it’s way through every quadrant of my brain, awakening memories I never knew existed. Then this nothingness burrowed its’ way into my every waking hour. I would be getting ready for work and burst out into a fit of tears for no apparent reason. I kept thinking… it’s got to be a phase? I tried meditating, going to the gym, sleeping in, I even gave tofu a try. Nothing worked!

In short, I was going out of my mind! Then the hallucinations and apparitions started. I began seeing her walking down the street and of course I started following her. Eventually one day I followed her into a café trying not to appear as creepy as I felt. I ordered a black cup of coffee and tapped her on the shoulder, not having a clue what I should say to her should she succumb to my wishes and turn around. She turned and looked over her shoulder at me, but she was no longer my Evie Greene, she had transformed into my late aunt Hilda! I dropped my cup of coffee and let out a loud scream darting out of the café. I scurried back to my apartment and hid under the covers like I had when I was ten- years old. Only this time it wasn’t the loss of my mother I was trying to cope with. This was much worse. I was seeing things. I pondered. Could I have imagined her all along? Could this woman whom I had briefly met have changed my life and be nothing more than a figment of my desperate imagination…an optical delusion?

That afternoon I went in to see my therapist Dr. Bloom and asked him if he would prescribe something for my “neurotic psychosis.” In his very loud droning Jewish accent Dr. Bloom tried to console me.

“Charlie, none of it matters: the past, the present, or the future, if you can’t find a way to be happy with the person you are.”

I replied, “What if you don’t know who you are?”

“Nonsense!” he said. “You are a successful movie critic Charlie. People from all around the world tune into watch your reviews even though without fail you trash every one of the movies you review. You have a big house, a fancy car, a yacht, and I’m assuming from the rates you pay me, a very healthy bank account. Look Charlie, you are not the type of person who should be spending his free time in therapy or chasing imaginary tail. And

yet, you are. And you want to know why you are?”

I paused, I wasn’t really sure I did want to know?

My therapist snorted. “I’ll tell you why Charlie. It’s simple… you like to suffer! You are here because you haven’t learned how to let go. You cling to those negative memories of yours like they are your uniform just so you can keep digging them up at a later date and re-visit them all over again.”

I scoffed. “That’s not true!”

“Oh yes it is,” he replied. “So why don’t you just do us all a favor and give up this old routine of yours?”

“Okay,” I said. Although I wasn’t really sure what he was referring too? So I asked him, “How do you suppose I go about doing that?”

“It’s simple Charlie, I want you to go home and start rummaging through some old photo albums. Your past shit, excuse me, I mean your buried memories can’t hurt you Charlie when you simply learn to let them go. Now once you’ve finished going down memory lane why don’t you pop a bag of jiffy pop and watch that movie you talked about so much. What’s the name of it?”

Lost in Her Eyes,” I responded.

“Yes, that’s the one, re-visit it…. in fact re-visit every movie you’ve ever loved until you remember what it feels like to be happy again. As my Rabbi likes to say, “Success is not always the key to Happiness, but Happiness is the key to Success!”’’ Dr. Bloom smiled at me and then yawned as he looked down at his watch and rubbed the top of it. “Well, unfortunately it looks like our time is up here Charlie, but I feel confident that our new therapy strategy will resolve some of your underlying issues.”

“That’s it!” I scoffed. “I came to you hallucinating and you want me to go home and rummage through old photo albums and watch movies?”

My therapist stood up. “That’s right Charlie. I see a breakthrough coming your way. In fact, I am so sure of it that I’m going to go ahead and pencil you in for next week at this same time and let you come back and tell me how much my therapy has helped you.”

Holy bonanzas! I thought to myself, He’s lost his mind! For the first time in six years I left Dr. Bloom’s office thinking this guy is a bigger bamboozler quack job than I am! How in the hell could watching old movies and looking at photo albums of my childhood, which I hated, help me? Needless to say, when I arrived home and started to walk down memory lane I was rather annoyed.

After mulling over the matter, I finally capitulated to Dr. Bloom’s advice and set up the projector, which already had some old family slides loaded in the projector tray. The hot white light illuminated the blank white screen as I turned the machine on. I sat down and tried to advance the first slide, but it was jammed. “What the hell is the problem now?” I mumbled “Can’t just one thing go right today?” I fiddled with the projector while puffing on an expensive Cuban cigar given to me by some dreadful filmmaker who had hoped his kind gesture might alter my normal scorching review, although he was sadly mistaken. Plumes of smoke filled the room clouding the image of me as an awkward looking newborn in a crib. I waved the smoke out of my face as I stared at the nostalgic image of myself projected on the wall. It was an aging photo of me sitting on a brand new red tricycle with my mother Evelyn standing proudly beside me. I sighed aloud and mumbled to myself in a sarcastic self-loathing tone. “Look at me all fresh and new ready for endless possibilities! Full of promise!” I clicked on the projector and a new image of me appeared on the screen as a goofy looking toddler clutching onto my mother’s hand. “Okay, a little less promise here… cut the cord already kid!” I clicked again, and a slightly older version of myself appeared on the screen. I was sitting on the sofa next to my father, painfully crying at the top of my lungs, while my father ignored me. “Ah, quality time with dear old dad.” I clicked the projector, annoyed by my lack of catharsis. Another image of me appeared, dressed in all black standing at my mother’s funeral. “Now there is a family moment.” I growled and quickly removed the slide from the projector tray and then clicked one last time. An awkward image of me standing in my college dorm room appeared on the wall. I looked like a total social outcast wearing a tattered and dirty t-shirt beneath a tweed sports coat. I tried to force a smile, “Keep trying kid! Keep trying and one day you’ll be a swan amongst swine.” I shut off the projector. “That’s it!”

I pulled a copy of the film, Lost in Her Eyes off the shelf and popped it into my DVD player. Minutes later, I was sucked into the film and shoving handfuls of popcorn into my mouth. The T.V. screen displayed Jack Waters and Evie Greene. I stared at Jack Waters leaning on the bar flirting with Evie, a singer in his nightclub whom he had a long time secret crush on. Since it was after normal club hours they were the only two people left at the bar. Jack slid a drink towards Evie and they both lifted up their glasses. “Salute!”

The T.V. screen faded to black and then faded back in, indicating a passing of time. Jack and Evie appeared friendlier; they were sitting beside one another deep in conversation.

Jack smirked. “Evie do you really believe that true love exists?” Evie looked at Jack stunned. She grabbed her clutch off the bar and tapped Jack on the shoulder with it.

“Jack Waters! What kind of silly question is that?”

Jack laughed, “It’s the kind of question that leads me to believe you do?”

Evie sipped her vodka martini. “Yes! Of course I do. Why? Don’t you?”

Jack paused, and then coolly replied, “I don’t know Evie. I have no proof of its existence.”

Evie turned away, avoiding eye contact with Jack.

Jack helplessly stared at the back of Evie’s head, willing her to turn around. Finally, he blurted out, “Well at least hear me out before you go and make any harsh judgments about me!”

Evie turned towards Jack and softly spoke. “Fine, I’m listening.”

Jack took a sip of his bourbon and then cleared his throat. “What I was about to say was… couldn’t it all be some chemical reaction going off in the brain?” Jack made a few hand gestures around his head indicating that sparks were going off.

Evie’s face wrinkled in disgust. “How awful! Are you actually telling me Jack Waters doesn’t believe in love?”

Jack stood up trying to play it cool. “I’m telling you that I’m not sure Evie. I don’t think that I’ve ever been in love.”

Evie’s eyes softened as she tenderly caressed Jack’s cheek. “How sad.”

Jack grinned and leaned in playfully. “For whom?”

Evie rolled her eyes. “Very funny Jack.”

Jack finished his drink and casually strolled behind the bar to pour another round. He arrogantly announced, “Yes, well I thought it was kind of clever.”

Evie batted her long eyelashes at Jack and sighed, “Oh Jack! Poor misguided Jack. What are we going to do with you?”

Before Jack could reply Evie jumped off of her chair and screamed. “That’s it!”

Jack nearly spit out his drink. “What? What did I miss?”

Evie intensely stared into Jack’s eyes. “This summer, Jack Waters is going to fall in love!”

Jack choked on his words. “I am?”

Evie smiled and announced, “Yes, you are, because I am going to make it my personal mission to find that one incredible, irreplaceable woman that you can’t live with out. You’ll see; you won’t be able to resist!“

Jack hated the idea, but he decided to play along with Evie’s ridiculous plan just to see where it would go. “And just how might I ask do you plan on doing that?”

Evie twirled her red locks between her manicured fingers and sweetly cooed into Jack’s ear. “Let’s just say when it comes to matters of the heart, I am the love doctor.”

Jack shook his head. “I see,” he said, “but what if I refuse?”

Evie looked deep into Jack’s eyes and whispered. “You can’t resist a challenge Jack. Besides, what do you have to lose?”

Jack didn’t skip a beat, “Everything!”

Evie leaned in closer and seductively replied, “Or you could gain everything Jack.”

At that moment it was obvious that Jack would yield to Evie’s every desire. “What do I have to do?”

Evie playfully clapped her hands and bit her bottom lip. “It’s simple. You just have to go out to dinner with the women I set you up with and then… you have to let me help you woo them.”

Jack looked at Evie like she was crazy. “What? Are you out of your mind? Why would I ever do a thing like that?”

Evie looked annoyed. “Why wouldn’t you Jack? Unless you think I don’t know what women want?” Jack didn’t say a word. He knew he was on a slippery slope with Evie and he didn’t want to mess up his chances with her.

“Well?” Evie said, anxiously anticipating Jack’s response.

Jack smiled while shaking his head. “I don’t know Evie. On the one hand, putting my love life in your hands could be the worst mistake of my life, but on the other hand you could have a point. You are a woman after all so; I suppose it is possible that you do know what women want.”

Evie’s face beamed with joy. “So you’ll do it!”

Jack shook his head. “I didn’t say that.”

Evie’s smile suddenly turned into a frown. “Fine then, I have to go!” Evie snatched her clutch off the bar and began to walk towards the door. “Goodnight Jack!”

Jack popped out from behind the bar and blocked Evie from leaving. “Hold on a minute. I’ll do it, but only under one condition.”

Evie squinted her eyes. “And what might that be?”

Jack grabbed Evie’s hand. “One of those women has to be you.”

Evie tapped Jack with her clutch again. “Jack that is ridiculous. And besides it defeats the whole purpose of this.”

Jack took a deep breath and said, “You are either one of the women Evie or we don’t have a deal.”

Evie tried to argue with Jack, but he cut her off with a hard glance. Evie huffed, “Fine! I’ll be one of the women, but nothing is going to happen between the two of us Jack so you better make the most of the women I set you up with.”

Jack moved out of Evie’s way. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?” Evie rolled her eyes and then walked out of the bar.

Unexpectedly, the sound from the T.V. set was replaced with the sound of my snoring. I had passed out on the couch with my hand in the popcorn bowl.

~ About the Author ~

Izzy Church

Isabella “Izzy” Church is an Actress, Singer, and Writer:  born in Sacramento, California, USA who is focused on film, television and music.  Izzy began her career as an actress and model in New York City as a teenager. While in New York she attended Marymount Manhattan College graduating with honors with a degree in Communication Arts, specialising in writing for film and television. To further her writing career she interned at DreamWorks for the head of the film and television department. Additionally, she pursued her acting studies with one of the top acting instructors in the country. Currently, Izzy is living in New York City and heading up a boutique Media Development Company called, Third Culture Creative.

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