D. F. Krieger

Monday, October 28, 2013

10 Gaming Quirks I Have

I like gaming, a lot. I mean, a lot. It is my stress relief, my relaxation, and the savior of my sanity. I have a variety of games I play, but most of them tend to run on the fantasy and magic side. Over the years, and during the course of various games, I've learned some valuable things. I'd like to share some of my pearls of wisdom with you all, and for anyone who is thinking about ganging up with me in the future on an MMORPG, I suggest you take notes:

1. I have learned that no matter how many times you scream, "Stay in the fucking ball, you bastard!" at a wild Pokemon, they will not listen. In fact, it seems the yelling only motivates them to defy me more.

2. I like playing a healer. I take it very seriously. Never...ever...tell me I heal too often/much. I will show you what it's like to play chicken with your health bar.

3. If you are one of those jerks who goes into a dungeon with a group I'm in, then states "Away from keyboard, auto-following healer" and you are gone for more than ten minutes, I will make you regret it. I will run you into a wall until you are stuck...alone...in a monster-filled room. I will leave you there. >:}

4. I don't care how lone-wolf you claim to be. If you have come into a dungeon as part of a party, you will need to be part of the party. Don't speak if you don't want to. That's fine. But if you run off to Leroy Jenkins something, I will let you die. *In a wise tone* "I am here for the good of the many, not the one."

5. I am the person who is great at sniping in shooting games. I'm also the person who will accidentally run my team mates over with a tank while screaming, "I'm sorry!" Never let me drive the tank. Never tell me to drive the tank. Or the jeep. Or the mecha. Or the airship. Just...don't let me drive, okay? Lots of people die, not all of them intentionally.

6. If you assassinate me, I will make it an effort to hunt you down and exact revenge for the rest of the session. This rule especially applies if you tea bag my corpse. If you do that, I will bypass all your team to blow you up, over and over, with a grenade or rocket launcher. Tea bag me more than once...I'll get the tank (see rule 5) and pull a Johnny off The Shining.


7. I avoid killing innocent fluffy creatures at all costs. If I must kill them for a quest, I will make sad faces. If you mock me over it, I will turn on you with friendly fire.

8. I name my mounts and pets, even if I can't name them in game. If you point out my names are girly (like naming my pet rat Mr. Fluffles McSqueak,) or you mock me for this practice, I will turn on you with friendly fire.

9. If you are doing a crap job, I will lecture you the entire dungeon verbally. It doesn't matter if you can't hear me. It's my solemn belief that if I yell loud enough what an idiot you are, somehow it will change the course of your actions. This especially applies to tanks who do stupid crap like gather every monster in an entire area on purpose before attacking. Or (goddess forbid) those rare occasions I'm not the healer, and someone else is. I hate healers who let people's health bars get to half before they start healing.

10. I tend to be a completionist. Even if I get the "Game Won" screen, I won't consider it truly beat until every single stupid thing has been done. "Collect all the Pokemons! Max out all the classes! Own all the shinies! Kill all the bad guys! Unlock all the achievements!"


For the record, I love gaming with other people. I'm on several platforms and I don't mind rotating through them. If you ever want to play a game with me, don't hesitate to let me know. Currently, I play:
Final Fantasy Realm Reborn
Pokemon X
Harvest Moon: Tale of Two Towns
Animal Crossing: New Leaf
Grand Fantasia

Games I used to play, that I will play again if you tell me you want to play with me:

White Knight Chronicles I
White Knight Chronicles II
Halo 4
Shaiya
War of the North (Xbox or PS3 version)
Pokemon White 2

And here's some of my favorite things to say:
"CTBS!"  <--Can't talk, button smashing
"You kill, I heal!"
"Get in the fucking ball!"
"Just one more level."

Hope to play with you soon! ;)   ~ D. F. Krieger

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Gearing Up for NaNo

*Crackle, static* Houston, we have a NaNoWriMo in sight. T-minus seven days and counting...Permission to start preparations for engagement?

Yeah. NaNo. It's that big of a deal. I participated in my first NaNo in 2011, but didn't win. Last year, I buckled down and busted my butt. I won. Barely. By the width of a hair. I still got the T-shirt and wear it with pride.

For the sake of my ramblings, we'll assume everyone who reads this knows what NaNo is. If you don't, I dare you to post "What is NaNo?" on your favorite social media. Trust me, gasps of disbelief and education will ensue. But I digress...

What I wanted to chat about today was the amusement I see in watching fellow authors gear up for the event. I'm seeing people going frantic plotting so they know every moment of every thing that will happen in their book before they ever hit that first key stroke. I'm watching people ride the fence between wanting to participate and not, though we all know they'll cave, dabble, then allow themselves to be swept away in "life" so they can later bemoan how NaNo never came to be for them. I'm reading social statuses with amusement as people sling their ideas at each other like Bridezillas comparing (read competing) wedding themes.

My local NaNo group is hosting write-ins (though to be fair they do them year round), preparing activities, and bubbling over with chatter and well wishes. I'm pretty quiet so I don't think they even know I exist, but I ghost around in the background on our group Facebook page just the same. Maybe one day I'll be brave enough to actually attend a second write-in. Even better, I might learn to let words come out of my mouth more than, "Hi" followed by an uncomfortable shuffle of my feet until I finally bolt for a table and curse how my social anxiety froze my brain and killed all the word making abilities of good.

My personal preparations for NaNo? Ha. I have a vague idea of a new story I want to toy with. I will write it when it's the 1st and officially time to write it. No notes to work from. No extensive plotting. Probably no write-ins in large groups of people who I'm supposed to feel comfortable around because we share a common purpose. The most I'll probably do when it comes to write-ins is perhaps "sponsor" an online version via social media. Oh, a NaNo group for me and my net friends. That's so much better than the group of me and my pretend friends I was planning on doing!

Okay fine, I'm going to go gear up for NaNo now. I'll be sure to read the definition of "hypocrite" on my way out. ~ D. F. Krieger

Thursday, October 17, 2013

5 Reasons Why I Would Never Survive A Zombie Apocalypse

I had a terrible nightmare yesterday night about zombies. It freaked me out so bad that I was exhausted for the rest of the day. I'm not really sure where the images came from, and they are so gross and gory, I won't go into detail. What I will say is the zombies in my story are nothing like the stuff of my nightmares.

Oh yeah, I have a new release out now. You can go ahead and pre-order it. It officially comes out tomorrow. It's my take on Little Red Riding Hood. More about that later. Back to evil, yucky zombies made of scary.

I got to really thinking about my nightmare and I realized something: there is no way in hell I'd ever be able survive a zombie apocalypse. I've even compiled a list of reasons. They are very good reasons.

1. I am a "Shoot First, Ask Questions Later" kind of person. I'm also, strangely, compassionate. So every time I killed a non-zombie peoples simply because I saw a moving object, I would be rendered with guilt. The real zombies, alert to my emotional duress, would therefore take advantage of my blurry vision from guilty tears...and eat me. This brings me to my next point:

2. I am totally phobic of the concept of being eaten alive. I cringe when I see it in movies, so dealing with the real thing. Yeah. No thanks. I'd rather just go curl up over there in that cave and die, thank you. Oh, speaking of caves, this brings me to my next point:

3. I can't go two days without shaving my legs and washing my hair. I literally can not sleep. I get what I call the "itchy twitchies." You know that thing were you itch so bad your body involuntarily itches. Yeah, that. No hot water? No survival. Period. While we're talking about things that make me itch:

4. I'm allergic to fescue grass. Y'know. The kind of grass that covers pretty well every where? That stuff. What kind of person is allergic to grass, you ask? Well, obviously this kind right here. I think it goes synonymous with "I'm limited in my outdoorsy activities." I'm generally smart enough that if I know something isn't going to end well for me, I tend to avoid it. I bet it doesn't take much for you to realize:

5. I'm not a risk taker (See #1.) Zombie horde has surrounded my safe place? Sorry, I'm not proficient enough in zombie gaming to use a baseball bat and nails to create the Mace of Squish-Making. Come one. You know while I'm wailing on one, the other three zombies are gonna be like:
"Look, that food source is smacking No Nose with a ouchie."
"It's got its back to us. What do you think we should do? Should we help him?"
"Nah. Dude, he's already dead. Let's eat the food source! We can say a prayer for No Nose when we're done."
*Scene cut due to aversion to envisioning my own traumatic death*

So umm, yeah. I'm just going to continue to write my stories where the zombies are actually the good guys and pretend the scary ones don't exist. Meanwhile, I invite you to read Red As A Rose. I also invite you to tell me why you would or would not survive should the zombie apocalypse ever happen.

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In this sexy retelling of Red Riding Hood, danger abounds. Can a seductive witch save the big bad wolf she finds in her grandmother's bed? Or will she fall prey not only to the woodsmen that hunt him, but the lure of her own powers?

Tobias, mortally wounded from a silver tipped arrow, seeks healing from the notorious hedge witch, Scarlet Hood. What he doesn't expect is to find Scarlet has passed away. Her granddaughter, Rose, is everything a big bad wolf could want. With woodsmen hot on his trail, Tobias must decide whether to accept his new life, or die all over again.

Rose didn't want to take up the red hood her grandmother left her, nor any of the responsibilities that came with it. Wielding a power that loves the dead more than the living, she finds it hard to accept the idea of becoming a healer. When she finds a werewolf in her grandma's bed, she has to choose between what is right, and what feels right but is so very wrong.
~ D. F. Krieger

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

My Battle: Gestational Trophoblastic Neoplasia

Today's post has nothing to do with writing and everything to do with me. In advanced warning, this post will probably cover some pretty intimate topics and there are things I'll have to be blunt with. I also want to point out that I deal with my pain through sarcasm, so please understand I'm not making light of what happened to me, I'm trying to cope with it.

I've mentioned a few times on public media that I battled cancer and I survived. Never before have I had the strength to do more than say that. I've never talked about the casualty, the near-death experience, or what kind of cancer I had. This is going to be a longer post than I usually write, so make sure you have taken your bathroom break and grabbed a snack or drink before you read this. Unless, of course, you want to use those as excuses to step away.

There are tons of places going on and on about cancer awareness right now. October is Cancer Awareness Month they say here, there, and everywhere. But not many people are aware of the cancer I had. Gestational Trophoblastic Neoplasia. Even I had never heard of it before when the doctors finally admitted what I had. Oh, quick note, if you are one of those avid supporters of the military, you might not want to read this. I'm going to say some pretty mean things about their medical services. Click the close button and walk away if this is going to offend you.

For eight months my husband and I attempted pregnancy despite his "Here today, gone for a month" lifestyle with the Navy. When we finally received our good news, we were absolutely overjoyed. Everything went fine for the first 12 weeks. Except, even then, I knew something was wrong. I didn't get sick. Not once did I have morning sickness. Normally I am the queen of the Porcelain Kingdom if I'm pregnant. When I went to my check up for my fourth month, we were elated. We were going to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time. The nice doctor-lady put the magic little wand against my stomach and we waited...

Nothing happened.

She checked my blood labs and confirmed that my HcG levels were indeed high enough to indicate a baby developed enough to have a heartbeat. Confused, she called in an ultrasound machine and performed an emergency ultrasound. Our baby was dead, right before our eyes.

It was explained to me I would have a miscarriage and there was nothing they could do. I was instructed to go home and let nature take it's course. In shock, we went home... I cried. I cried and I cried and I cried. What else can you do when you are told your baby is already dead?

Two weeks later I finally began bleeding as my husband walked out the door to disappear at sea for weeks on end. I bled so bad I wanted to go to the hospital, but I knew if I got in my car I would ruin the seats and I was in no condition to drive. I bled until my vision blurred, and there was no one there to hold my hand or tell me they loved me. For hours I sat on the toilet, unable to move, because I was bleeding so much I literally couldn't.

What followed was months of bleeding. It was like having a constant, heavy period--and that was on a good day. Then there were those random moments were blood would gush down my legs like someone had busted a large water balloon filled with red-food coloring. I called the doctor's office multiple times throughout those months. I begged and pleaded for them to fix me. I explained to them something was wrong. I watched other people go through miscarriages and within a month they were happily all done and trying to get pregnant again. Why was I still bleeding? Every appointment they told me the same thing, "Let nature take it's course. It's different for everyone."

They put me on a strict regime of blood tests. 1-3 times a week I was expected to drive on base to the local hospital so they could take two vials of blood from me and check my HcG levels. I'm highly phobic of needles so this was a whole new world of senseless hell to me. Why that often, I would ask, only to be ignore. When I started skipping weeks, I would receive angry phone calls from the hospital, yet they still refused to tell me why I was going for constant blood tests and monitoring when no one else I knew experiencing a miscarriage was going through this. And mind you, during all of this, I continued to bleed.

As the months passed, I quit going out in public. I feared going to the grocery store in case one of the gushing episodes happened. I feared taking a walk in my neighborhood. My sex life with my husband disappeared, and my self esteem went down in flames. I knew something more profound was going on than a simple miscarriage, but no matter how I asked, begged, pleaded, or cajoled, the hospital refused to give me more than their "Natures' course" bullshit.

Between the grief of losing our baby, the constant sea tours, the loss of any intimacy, and my depression, my husband succumbed to his own depression and asked for a divorce. I snapped. Now, before you judge, it wasn't that my husband asked for a divorce that caused me to snap. It was a cullimation of literally years worth of major catastrophic events. Let me highlight some of them:

In November 2009 my vehicle was struck by a dumb ass teenager who blew his stop sign at excessive speeds. My vehicle was totally and I received a moderate concussion and short term memory loss. I was pretty well bedridden with concussion symptoms (blackouts, amnesia) for six weeks.


In February 2010 my husband was assigned to a ship and left for deployment after we'd only been married for a month and a half.

In March 2010 I was diagnosed with a perforated uterus from a faulty IUD and had to have a painful emergency extraction performed. The next morning my mother died unexpectedly. She was my best friend and I lived across the road from her for years. Due to this, I had to make an unexpected move halfway across the US without my husband. I suffered drastic depression.

In July 2010 my husband returned home and instead of being elated, it was frightening. We'd been married six months and had no idea how to run a family or household together at this point.

In May 2011 I was diagnosed with a miscarriage.

In August 2011 my husband asked for a divorce. (Remember, I'm still bleeding and suffering the miscarriage)

Who in their right mind wouldn't snap?

On September 9th I decided to put an end to the constant hell I'd been going through. I was beaten and exhausted emotionally and physically. I couldn't take anymore. 24 pills later I did my best to die. My husband (who had decided maybe he didn't want a divorce afterall) rushed me to the emergency room, but I don't remember much of anything. What I do know is they put me in a psych ward. I didn't go willingly, and my husband didn't sign me over. Apparently, if you are a suicide attempt, the cops can actually force you to go to a "Mental Health Facility." I won't go into my visit, but let's just say I was bleeding so heavily that even the Psych Ward threw a fit they didn't want me because they didn't have the medical facilities to properly care for me. For some strange reason, the words "Health Liability" were used often in how to address my situation and the next day I was sent home with a statement saying my husband would keep constant watch over me. The military, needless to say, were not pleased they had to let him stay home for a month while they took yet another sea tour.

On September 14th I went in for my blood tests. By now, I was on first name basis with the technicians in the lab, and called them my favorite vampires. I hated going, but I knew it wasn't their fault and so I tried my hardest not to lash out at everyone for my constant fear and pain, not to mention shame at this point.

Within an hour the hospital called, telling us calmly we needed to come back at once. My blood ran like ice in my veins and I knew, absolutely knew shit had hit the fan. I was scared and I was relieved, because finally, someone was going to tell me what was wrong.

"Your HcG levels are rising." The doctor handed me a pamphlet with Gestational Trophoblastic Neoplasia written all over it. "We need to send you to an Oncologist. This is out of our hands."

"Wait, Oncologist? Those are...cancer doctors, right?" I demanded.

"Yes. We were hoping your body would just get rid of it on it's own, but the cancer is now spreading faster than you can flush it all."

"So all these months of bleeding, all this misery, you knew what was wrong with me?"

"Neoplasia is difficult to treat. The patient runs high risk of hemorrhaging to death. We couldn't even have tested for it, much less treated it, without running risk of you dying. We had to wait until the risk of leaving it alone was greater than the risk of treating it," the doctor said, dancing around the subject.

"But all this time you knew what was wrong with me?!" (Note, by now I'm doing that low, hissing-talk that means I'm seriously contemplating murder.)

"We've made an appointment at this other Naval hospital. They are waiting to get you in now to discuss options like radiation. I'd hurry." And the bitch walked out.

We went to the new hospital and I wasn't nice. It has been my experience that doctors are a lazy, dismissive lot and I didn't expect this place to be any different. I'll admit it, I was jaded. The new hospital took me in a room, and the new Mr. Doctor looked at my results...and said some really naughty words.

"How long has this been going on? 7 months? Why the hell was this allowed to go on this long? You could have died." To our shock, he scheduled emergency surgery for that very afternoon.

This was all a surprise to us as the other facilities "Wait and see" attitude caused us to believe I wasn't in imminent danger. During that session, it was explained to us just how dangerous the cancer was. I'm still not completely certain of all the dynamics, but it was explained to me Gestational Trophoblastic Neoplasia was cancer of the placental cells, and they had drown out our baby and were not multiplying so fast that even my body couldn't keep up. Our new doctor cautioned us that the surgery was a damned if we don't and possibly damned if we do situation. If we didn't do the surgery, I would end up bleeding to death. If we did, there was high risk of bleeding to death.

Later that evening my husband held my hand as they injected my IV bag with anesthesia. He kissed my lips knowing there was a good chance it might be the last time he ever saw me alive and told me he was sorry. I vaguely remember the doctor yelling my name at one point. I remember hearing a voice in the darkness saying, "I can't get her heart to stabilize."

Obviously, against the odds, I survived. Portsmouth Naval Hospital saved my life, but the other local hospital nearly killed me and I will never have anything nice to say about them. I'm still not completely better. I gained a major amount of weight (roughly 40 pounds) that I can't get off, so I'm going to an endocrinologist at the end of the month. We've also found that no matter how hard we try, I can't get pregnant. Oh, and the good doctor handed us a paper when it was all over. If our baby had survived, we would have had a beautiful daughter. We named her Astridia Krieger and I miss her in a way only a parent can miss an unborn child. Every baby I see brings tears to my eyes. Every infant crying breaks my heart. And though I have two little boys I love, my arms still feel completely empty. As much as I know it's horrible to say, Facebook has become a mountain of agony for me. Everyone and their cousin are pregnant these days, and I can't help but tell them congrats even while on the inside I'm crying.

My cancer is gone. I survived but my daughter didn't and that is a pain I live with everyday.


Monday, September 2, 2013

Must Read Monday: Immortal Seduction

Welcome to Must Read Monday. Today I've got the fourth book in the Gods of Love series. You can find my reviews for two of the other books, Aphrodite Calling and Sex Club Secrets on my site as well.

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Some seek love, some seek power. For Aphrodite, the two are permanently intertwined, and when the goddess of desire hungers for love, who among mortals could possibly resist her power?

Fire fighters Ashur, Kieran and Hugh are damaged men. A tragedy that took the life of their colleague has left them scarred, both physically and emotionally. Love and power are nothing to them but empty words. The erotes hope to reignite their mother’s passion for life and love by bringing these mortal men to Aphrodite’s attention.

But with the blackness inside Ash, Kier and Hugh becoming ever deeper, will it take more than the power of a goddess to save them? And if she loses that battle, how will she rediscover the path to healing for her own emotionally damaged heart?

Warning: this 23,500 word erotic romance novella contains menage (MFM and MFMM) sex between the goddess of desire and three hot fire fighters! Suitable for Adult readers only.
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In this stunning sequel of the Gods of Love series, Aphrodite herself has come to the human world and its a mixture of amusing and sexy. The men she chooses resonate with me on a deep level as they consider themselves broken after an incident that leaves a friend lost and one of them permanently wounded.

One of the reasons I like this series so much is, even though they all connect, each is a standalone story. You can read them in any order you like without missing the overall plot line or feeling lost. And the sex...whew. What can I say about it that wouldn't fall short of being an accurate description?

As always, Jennifer Lynne weaves a sexy tale of sex, gods, and lust turned love. I'm so looking forward to the next book. Once again she makes my Must Read Monday list! ~ D. F. Krieger

Friday, May 10, 2013

4 Least and Most Favorite Books

In honor of upcoming Mother's Day, I've decided to write a post about playing favorites. Now, before you gasp and point, I'm talking about books, not kids. I love my children equally, and always strive to give my boys the attention they deserve without pushing away the other.

Now, back to the subject here. Admit it! We all do it! We all have that one book that is our favorite, and that one we tend to sweep under the rug when people ask us about our backlist. I'm not ashamed. I do it every damn day. I'll even tell you now which ones I like the most and which ones I like the least (and runners up for both.)

I'll start with my least favorites, just to make you all squirm and suffer. ;)

My runner up for least favorite is To Honor. Yeah, it is my BIGGEST seller, but I can't hardly look at that book without flinching. It's no secret I wrote that book based largely on real life events that happened to me. Someday, I might even became brave enough to open up and talk about it. But one thing I know for sure, there are two things about that book that bother me. The first is when people rant about how the heroine, Evelyn, "attempted suicide because her husband cheated on her." Ummm, no. You clearly didn't get it. Evelyn attempted suicide because of her husband constantly being gone and their marriage falling apart, her newborn infant dying, and a car wreck that put her in a coma. She'd struggled to fight her depression and stay alive for her husband, despite the daily pain and misery. When she found out about the affair, and he said he wanted a divorce, she decided there was nothing left to live for. Evelyn was not a man-dependent drama queen and it offends the crap out of me when people think she is. Of course, I'm sure this rant is a bit personal, because in essence I feel like they are calling me a man-dependent drama queen. Grrr.

The second reason I can't stand To Honor is I can not read that book without bawling like a baby. Yeah, I know. I wrote it, I should be able to read it. Truth is, I can't! So, I guess as I reread what I wrote, I am going to have to come to terms with something--I have a love/hate relationship with this story. It is my intention, if I ever think I can emotionally handle it, to write a longer, full-length version of To Honor.


Least Favorite book is my very first, Sail My Oceans. I admit it, the only reason I say that is because my writing has changed and evolved so much since I wrote that book that I cringe when I look at it. There's nothing wrong with the story itself, and I absolutely adore the characters, but it is not my best example of my own writing, by far!

My runner up for most favorite is my non-fiction story, Ruff Love. Many of you know how passionate I am about animal rescue. Kat's Kennel and Rescue will always hold a special place in my heart. Kathy, the owner, has become a surrogate mother to me since my own passed away, and there isn't a week goes by I don't email or speak on the phone with her. Rescue work is so emotionally exhausting, and physically exhausting as well, and no one even knows it outside of those who work it. For example, I'm currently sitting here with five hours of sleep. I had to get up every three hours throughout the night because I have two, one-week-old kittens I'm bottle feeding. I'm tired as all hell, but I also have a job, and a household to run, plus a three-year-old who isn't going to laze about all day just because Mommy's tired. It is my hope that for each person that reads Ruff Love, a new home for a rescue animal or a donation to a rescue is made. It's no secret I donate a good deal of the royalties to Kat's Kennel.

My favorite book I've written thus far has to be Wolves and Warrants. Don't get me wrong, the first book was such a relief to write, and I love that book, but the sequel allowed me to really get to know my characters. They've started to flesh out and move in directions I never imagined, giving me a whole new world to play with. Between Zeara's smarty comments, Zane's adorable geekiness, Jake's protective sweet sexiness, Karma's badassness, Magic's overall awesomeness, and now add Veltis and his appeal; I'm having a blast. It also helps that since these books are Urban Fantasy instead of strictly romance, I don't have to rush the plot so I can throw people in bed. Love, love, love this book in more ways that I can ever explain!

I hope you enjoyed today's honest, in-depth post. If I offended some of you, well, I'm sorta sorry, but it was a hellova lot of fun! To the rest of you, I leave you with a question:

If you are a writer: Which book is your favorite child, and which is the one you ignore?
If you are a reader: Is there such a thing as "There is no bad publicity?"  ~ D. F. Krieger

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Must Read Monday: Pagan Edition

I am terribly late in this post. Ever have one of those days where you are so busy, you forget what day of the week it is? Yeah, it's been like that for me for a few days now. To make it up to you, dear readers, I've decided to post several books with a similar theme. So may I proudly present, Must Read Monday: Pagan Edition. Each of the following books has a pagan or witch/warlock theme. I've got everything from a softer romance to an erotic one to a YA.

First up, let's check out the YA and work our way up, shall we?

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Nera is a normal teenage girl living in Ireland, or so she thought until she discovers the family secret.. now her world is forever changed.

Descended from a long line of witches, she discovers is the one who has to stop the curse that has taken the life of every girl before her.

And if that isn't enough, she must learn to use magic from the man called Bones. He is the son of Mari, Queen of the Witches...and a god. It is Bones who has been entrusted to teach her the skills she needs to stay alive, which wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have an uncanny knack for pushing her buttons.

Can Nera succeed and resist the charms of the man who gets under her skin at every opportunity?

This book really hooked me. The cast of characters had me taking notice right away, and I'm glad this is a series as I'm looking forward to seeing how each of them develops and fleshes out. It helps that I'm majorly crushing on Bones and Jasper (More on Jasper in another review below.)

My only issue was that the main character seemed really bratty...that was, until I started looking at how girls this characters age act this day and age. Nera also got me to thinking about myself, and if I had the hardships of the world thrown on my shoulders, just how stable would I be. Basically, I realized this character acted far more human than many stories I've read, and it was one of the things that hooked me. I'm really, really looking forward to the next in the series, which is due out this summer.


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What happens when a Wiccan high-priestess and three mischievous nymphs conjure spells on an environmentalist and a jet engine designer? Magic, mayhem, and wild nights of passion.

Justine Tori Cryst is to be initiated into Gaia's universal coven. Problem is Justine must conjoin with a perfect soul-mate at the last stroke of midnight on her 29th birthday.

Shaun Kelly can't believe his luck, or bad luck, when the woman who crushed his heart in college magically returns into his life. But crushed hearts mend. He still loves her. However, the chances of his rekindling their romance are zip because he's certain Justine is hell-bent on putting the company he works for out of business permanently.

Unbeknownst to either, Justine's goddess mother is determined to bring Shaun and Justine back together because Shaun has exactly what Justine needs to become the mother of the next generation of powerful little Wicca's—his gene pool.

This book had some sex in it, but it mostly focused on the relationship between Justine and Shaun. They had quite a past they had to mend, and you can just feel the pain emanating off the pages as they try to fight their feelings by taking it out on each other. Between the magic, the tension, and the real bad guys getting what they deserve, I enjoyed this book immensely. Tia Dani is a name I'll be picking up more often in the future!

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Jasper has fallen for the young woman that invades his dreams every night and seduces him. Little does he know she is the daughter of the gods that rule his part of the world. When he is called upon by them to teach their youngest daughter the elemental spells, he is horrified to find out who his mystery lover is. With the fate of his tenants and his own life at risk, Jasper must find a way to have her without bringing the gods wrath on them all.

This book was hot, hot, hot! Not only did it include gods, a sexy Irish lord who was a warlock, and sexy sex, but it also had a real conflict going on. How do you choose what's best for your people when the one thing they need, you are banned from asking for as a favor from the gods? I was on the edge of my seat wondering what possible solution Jasper could find.

On a side note: recognize the name Jasper? Yep, this is the very same Jasper from the young adult story above, Witchling. The author went back and wrote his story, except with an adult twist. I loved seeing it tie together with the YA.

Each of these stories has something very unique to offer, while still being in the same category. I hope you all enjoyed this edition of Must Read. I also hope that you will pick up at least one of these books and let a little magic into your life. ~ D. F. Krieger

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Panthers in the Playground Snippet

I think on the weekends I'd like to try a new tradition. I'm going to start posting teaser excerpts of my available works. Because Panthers just became available in print, I'm going to post an excerpt of that.

The loud, unmistakable sound of glass shattering against a solid surface reverberated through the air like a gunshot. Moments later, a terrified, “uh-oh,” followed by the sound of claws skidding across wooden flooring echoed through the house.
Zeara jumped up from where she’d been huddled on the couch, looking over budget figures, and frowned at the dark blur that sky rocketed up the stairs. “Magus Faxfire! You better not have been in the kitchen. So help me, if I find a broken plate on my floor, your rear is grounded. Do you hear me?”
Knowing she’d get no response, Zeara stared at the doorway of the kitchen in dread of what she’d find. Considering it was almost midnight, she wasn’t exactly in the mood to spend the next thirty minutes scouring her floor for any glass she’d missed after an initial sweep. She knew if she didn’t, though, she’d find it sooner or later with her foot. With her luck, her naked foot, at four in the morning while holding something particularly fragile or important in her hands.
Reluctantly, she made her way to the kitchen entrance and flipped the light switch on. Sure enough, barely recognizable pieces of a plate lay scattered in a haphazard fashion across the floor. Chunks of recently gnawed-on pumpkin bread decorated the crime scene alongside the plate it once graced.
“Oh, he is so grounded,” Zeara muttered as she stared at the mess.
Her gaze traveled across the kitchen and landed on the closet that she kept all her cleaning supplies in— including the damn broom. Transferring her gaze to her bare toes, Zeara chewed on her bottom lip and contemplated her conundrum. To clean the mess so she wouldn’t get hurt, she needed the broom. To get the broom, she’d need to get over the mess without harming her feet. Irritation flared to life within her, like the scathing burn of a thorn still embedded in the flesh. She did not want to go all the way to the front door to put her shoes on. Her stubborn streak demanded that she map out every possible route that might end up in a successful trip to the supply closet that involved no band-aids, tweezers, or cussing streaks later.
Fifteen minutes later, even her stubborn streak caved and admitted that shoes were a necessary evil. With a begrudging snort, Zeara turned and made her way through the living room and into the hallway that led to the front door. Muttering curse words, she knelt and dug out a ratty pair of tennis shoes from under the shoe bench. She didn’t wear them often, but they were great when she needed to slip on a pair of shoes fast. Right now she didn’t feel like dealing with the laces on her ankle boots.
The doorbell rang just as she was tugging her last shoe on, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. She stared at the door warily, surprise freezing her in place. Zeara hadn’t been expecting any company, and people didn’t just happen to “drop by for a visit” at midnight. Whoever was on the other side of that door either had a good reason, one that she probably didn’t want to hear, or would wish they had once she finished tearing them apart.


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Thanks for stopping by! ~ D. F. Krieger

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Read Something New Blog Challenge



We are all guilty of sticking with what we know. Whether it be at a restaurant, book genres, or the makeup we put on; we're sticklers for familiarity. I want to challenge you all to add some spice to your lives this next week and take the Read Something New challenge! Read a new genre, a new author, whatever—just read something new. To help, here is a list of genres. We've featured an author and one of their books or series for each genre. Hope you find something you like!

Urban Fantasy 
D. F. Krieger, Panthers in the Playground, Faxfire Series Book 1

Zoologist Dr. Zeara Faxfire and her side-kick cat, Magic, are called in to help when a panther is discovered during a police investigation. What is a girl to think, though, when the parents of a missing child keep calling her and the panther in question is writing words? Detective Jake Markovich, who is assigned to the case as well and happens to believe in the paranormal is a whole different distraction that turns Zeara's world upside down. Can she lose her grasp on the safety of logic long enough to reach out to those asking for her help?

The only thing Zeara knows for sure is that time is running out, and she must compromise a job she adores to save the panther in her care.

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M/M 
Dianne Hartsock, Shelton in Love, Shelton Series Book 1

Shelton's falling quickly for his sexy roommate, but can he forget the pain of past rejections and give Nevil what they're both aching for? 

Shelton is falling hard for his best friend and roommate, finding Nevil's dark good looks and moments of gentleness almost impossible to resist. But Nevil is more interested in affairs of the body than the heart. As Shelton's desire for the man grows, he wonders if he can change Nevil's mind. But does he even want to? Nevil might not stay, once he learns Shelton's secret, and then his loneliness would be complete.

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F/F 
Kelly Yeakle, Forbidden Desires

When Dani meets the delicate beauty that is Carmen she knows instantly that she wants her—in her life and in her bed. But can Miss. Commitment-phobic look beyond the sex to see the woman beneath?

To Carmen, the wildly beautiful Dani is a new and exciting friend. What she hadn't counted on is the simmering desire she feels when in Dani's presence. As her relationship with her boyfriend sours, Carmen begins to wonder if there is more to Dani than she realizes.

Should she give in to this, the most forbidden of desires?

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Paranormal  
Leona Bushman, The Ulfric's Mate, War of the Weres Series Book 1

Nolan and Alexandria fight their sexual attraction, but can't deny the pull of being mates, despite a serial murder investigation.

Nolan Littlebull is the alpha of the Wahpawhat pack of Werewolves and the lead detective on a series of murders of pregnant women from his pack. Torn between human justice and were justice, he travels deep onto the Yakama Reservation tracking the ones responsible. He is attacked by one of the rival pack, only to be defended by another from the rival pack.

Alexandria George is the healer for the Lupins. She defends the mysterious wolf in their territory from her pack's bully and escapes with the stranger. Nolan and Alex face the complications of being mated and together they must find and identify the killer while facing an uncertain future. 

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Military 
Shyla Colt, No Man Left Behind Anthology

Even after our brave men and women leave the battlefield, the scars can linger physically and sometimes mentally. Here are three tales of courage, strength, perseverance, and love that deal with both.

After a long sting in Afghanistan, Cpl. Trevor Martin finds himself home for leave and contemplating reenlistment or civilian life. Weary and tired of the grim sights he's witnessed, he turns to his old friend Carly for comfort. When Trevor shows signs of PTSD, Carly urges him to get help, hoping that Repairing His Soul won't cost them their rapidly forming romance.

After a near death experience with an IED in the Middle East, Staff Sgt Alexander Denning is grateful to be alive but scarred inside and out after his fiancée's bitter rejection of his choice to continue serving. Georgette "George" Harper is attending Jane Wayne day for her sister when she's smitten with the McMap instructor Staff Sgt. Denning. Can she convince him what they have is worth the risk? Wooing Her Sergeant may be harder than she thinks.

When Mika gets a phone call that her husband Kasey's been hurt abroad, it's her worse nightmare. Prayers and the grace of God deliver him through, but the battle isn't over yet. The journey back to happiness and health will be painful, full of setbacks and damaged feelings, but Mika refuses to give up on the man she knows is her one true love. A true Marine's wife is Always Faithful, no matter the cost to herself.

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Interracial 
W. Lynn Chantale, Indulging Sin, Love Smackdown Series 
Moses Hawke has loved Sin from the moment he laid eyes on her, but being with her cost him a good friend and valuable partnership. Sin knows what Moses sacrificed to be with her and she’s willing to keep a few secrets of her own to maintain their peaceful existence. Some things are not meant to be hidden and when all Sin’s transgressions become known, she’s left to wonder if Moses will still be there to protect her.

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Contemporary 
Angeline Rain, Rescued Love, Second Chance Rescue Book 1

Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals, heal a human?

One by one, household dogs disappear only to come back after senseless abuse. Veterinarian Jordan Powell will stop at nothing to ensure her patients' safety. Even if that means seeking help from ex-boyfriend, police officer Nate Thrillson, the man whose heart she once broke. 

The last thing Nate wants is a relationship. He has an inoperable cancerous tumor in his brain and his days are numbered. Yet, he couldn't resist Jordan.

It's a race against time to save the dogs and the man who captured her heart. Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals, heal a human?

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Historical  
Raven McAllan, The Wager

Catherine is in despair. Her brother has lost a wager and the prize is her. The winner is the one person she dare not be in thrall to. How will she cope?

Brook suggests they wager on the outcome of the previous bet, but he intends to win.

What happens is more than either of them anticipates.

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http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-wager-by-raven-mcallan/

http://www.amazon.com/The-Wager-ebook/dp/B00CHAE3CC/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1367007863&sr=1-1&keywords=The+Wager+by+Raven

BDSM 
Angelica Dawnson, Blue Moon House

Julia has the chance to become one of the vampires of the Blue Moon House. Before being accepted, however, she must prove herself to each of the vampires, and each has their own exacting cost.

Ranging from lesbian, to being forced, to physical torture, she is pushed to her breaking point time and again. Eventually her perseverance pays off and she crosses from submissive to dominant and vampire.

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Western 
LB Shire, The Damned

Sometimes, what a man needs is a little hope...

Travel worn, and weary, Shane Gregor rides into Hell's Hollow for a drink and answers. On the run for a crime he didn't commit his days are numbered unless he can find proof. What he discovers instead is a green eyed enchantress and a sheriff who's out for blood. When the law catches up to him, can he put his hopes in a woman he's only just met?

A widow who has fallen on hard times, Josie Talbert became a soiled dove for the sake of survival. Her life changes in the course of a night, when a dark and dangerous cowboy steps through the doors of the Dead Horse Saloon, a death sentence looming over his head. Can his words of innocence be trusted? Can a lone woman change the course of fate?

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Adult Bedtime Stories  
Doris O'Connor, Goldie and Her Bears

Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well. What do you get? Lots of delicious fun.
When Goldie Lockwood receives an explicit note, signed by none other than the man she fell head over clit in lust with on first sight, there is only one thing she can do — obey. After all she is dying to find out what goes on behind closed doors at the exclusive BDSM club.
Having his Goldilocks pounced on by his brother and sister had not been in Jason Stanhope's plan, even if the little human's responsiveness blows the triplets away. Porridge, chairs, beds, she tries them all.
But, can she be the sweet sub they need? Or will Goldilocks live up to her name and run away screaming? 

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Fantasy 
Kimberly Gould, Cargon, Honour & Privilege

Lives are won, lost and traded on the three-tiered Cargon boards.

Eve, a serving-girl, has watched the elite from the outside, seen the dramatic shifts based on the results of the Game. With a growing need to reach beyond her station, she can no longer accept her position on the edges.

Wagering her own life, she wins and emerges in a strange new world. New rules and old acquaintances tangle to make Eve’s life less comfortable than her position would suggest.
One pawn moved, but an entire world shaken – Eve will change the world.

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http://www.martinsisterspublishing.com/?page_id=780

http://www.amazon.com/Cargon-Honour-Privilege-ebook/dp/B00513MRTI/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1367008253&sr=1-1&keywords=Cargon

Young Adult
J. Lilley, Discovered, Shalean Moon Series Book 1

When Rach moved to Scotland she knew there would be changes. She hadn't expected them to be quite so dramatic. Not only was there a new house, new school and new friends, there was also a secret to discover.
Brios Parde was a Patriarch in waiting. When the powerful leopard shifter senses a new Shalean he is amazed to discover it's the new girl. All his senses tell him Rach will be important to him.

However the Rogues try to destroy the budding relationship. Will Rach decide to side with Brios or help stage an uprising?

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We hope you see something you like and wish you the best on the Read Something New Challenge! ~ D. F. Krieger