Welcome to Soulless.
We are the generation that laughs at death.
Reincarnation; what was once considered a gift of immortality has become an eternity of nightmares.

Nadia Richards lives in a world plagued by reincarnation, a system of recycling souls where all past memories, personalities and traumatic events are relived daily in disjointed sequences. Trapped within their own warped realities, not even the richest and most powerful are saved from their own minds unraveling. Madness is the new human nature, and civilizations are crumpling beneath themselves trying to outrun it.

Within a society that ignores death, Nadia appears to be the one exception to the reincarnation trap. Born without any reincarnated memories and with printless eyes, the hot tempered 19 year old quickly becomes the ultimate prize to all those wishing to end the vicious cycle, or for some, to ensure they could evade death forever.


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The world had turned to waste; immortality was never meant for man and it drove humanity to the edge of destruction. There had been plenty of stories about how the human race would end. Unlike the movies from Hollywood, there was no big bang like a sun exploding; there was no catastrophic moment where our world was flipped upside down like in a nuclear war or zombie virus outbreak. It was gradual, like a seeping virus that withered everything within its path until it ground us down into brittle, hollowed cores. It wasn’t out to destroy our bodies; it destroyed everything we once treasured. Hope, love, compassion, joy… even our mortality. It was all gone. And now it mocked us with a peace we could never achieve, death.

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Born in Melbourne Australia, Jacinta Maree considers herself a chocoholic with an obsession with dragons, video gaming and Japan. She writes a variety of genres including YA paranormal, steampunk, horror, new adult, dystopian and fantasy. Winner of 2014 Horror of the year and bestselling author, Jacinta writes to bring enjoyment to others while fulfilling her own need to explore the weird and the impossible.

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Giveaway: Kindle Fire from the Darkness Echoes Anthology Authors!

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Hi guys!

Hope you’re doing great. I’ve been working hard on a new project with a few of my YA Indie friends for Halloween this year. I’m excited to announce that we hit our target date and our Darkness Echoes YA Halloween Anthology will be live by Oct 6th on it’s intended release date!

The anthology contains six never before seen spooky YA short story/novellas. There’s one each from D.E.L. Connor, Chess Desalls, db Nielsen, Kelly Hall, CK Dawn &  L.A. Starkey (Hey! That’s me!).

So we have a ton going on in relation to this new release, but today I’m just hoping to point the way to our Facebook Kindle Fire Giveaway. We’re doing a big release party that we’d LOVE to have you join us for, which is where the giveaway is housed.

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My Review of Possession of my Soul by KIA CARRINGTON-RUSSELL


About the book:    Awarded ‘Best Fantasy Series of 2014’ and ‘Best Book Bad Guy of 2014’ by The Paranormal Bookshelf.
Karla Gray is an ordinary young woman that is taken from her mundane life into a world of blood lust as she begins to struggle with a unique ability. Karla is a Shielder; an exceptional fighter born with the rare ability to project a Shield for protection. However, Shielders are not the only kind that possesses such a talent. The Shielders battle a war that has been raging for centuries against Starkorfs, who harvest humans and Shielders alike to obtain a near immortality.
Alongside the charming Lucas and selfless Paul, Karla must unravel the purpose of her curse and battle an unknown presence manipulating her thoughts; a mysterious woman who may be dormant for now, but has every intention of possessing Karla- mind, body, and soul.
Within this new reality that Karla faces the search for the Three Immortal Blades begins. 

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My Review:    This is the very first book that I have read by Kia!!! This book was amazing. I enjoyed reading it. I literally can see while reading this book; everything I read being played out as if I was watching an exciting movie.
This book kept me entertained from start to finish. The reason it took me a bit to read is that I was sick.
I loved Karla, the main character in the book. She seems to be a shy girl at first but she has to learn to be a fighter. As you may or may not know I do not give out spoilers!
I recommend if you want to read a book that has action, fantasy, and strong women in their books- READ this one!!!
It was Great❤️ !!


About the Author:
Kia Carrington-Russell is a young author writing from her Australian home. Kia is supported by her helpful friends, family and readers. Most of all she is assisted by her Ying and Yang kitties, Isa and Forest, as well as her Cavoodle, Sia, who are always by her side as she busily types away in her office.
Kia completed her first manuscript, Possession Of My Soul: The Three Immortal Blades, when she was fifteen. After graduating from high school, Kia pursued freelance journalism. After working for half a year within the sales section of the local paper, Kia realised journalism was not what she wanted to focus on.
Kia started her Precious Living website, which is a self-help blog publishing weekly affirmations. It was a way to express her enjoyment of photography as well as reaching out to readers who might not be feeling positive in their current lifestyles. She often published motivational stories, hoping to fill many with gratitude for what they had, instead of focusing on what they didn’t.
In the year of 2014, Kia took her first manuscript seriously, and on May 15, Kia’s first book was published. Since then Kia has continued writing and publishing many works from the Fantasy, Young Adult, Romance, and Action genres. Kia has many more books planned for the future.
In 2015, Kia’s self-publishing services and promotional services became live. She is now CEO of both Crystal Publishing and Crystal Book Promoters, which have been designed to help other authors at an affordable price. The mission is to guide writers through the perilous journey of self-publication.
Kia enjoys dancing, cooking, painting, manga, anime, eating (loves eating), reading, and is very competitive in all games, no matter what game.
From Kia:
Thank you to all my friends, family, and readers who have supported me. You have no idea how much it truly means to me; the support inspires me to keep writing. I am very grateful for the kind words you offer me and for telling others of my books.
Thank you everyone so much,

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Lisa Renee Jones Recipe

Whispers from the Mountains

Looking for a spicy recipe, Chipotle Chicken & Rice Casserole, is a great combo of spice, cheese & yummy flavors.  The amount of chipotle peppers can make this dish mild or hot.  If your not into spicy, I would recommend only one pepper.  Like spice, then add 2 chipotle peppers & a bit of the adobo sauce.  Do you have a favorite casserole dish?


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What’s Next For ALESSANDRA TORRE!!! ❤️


═══ COMING NOVEMBER 10th ═══


Equal parts Dexter and 50 Shades, this is the eagerly awaited new novel from A. R. Torre, author of the award winning erotic thriller, The Girl in 6E.
The rules are the same. I can’t open the door. I can’t leave. I can’t kill anyone.
The only difference is, I don’t set the rules anymore. Guards in grey uniforms do. It is everything I never wanted and everything I always deserved. I write to you now, from a prison cell. My home for the next twenty to thirty years.
That’s the going term for murder.

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“Where were you last night, Ms. Madden?”
I brought my eyes up from the water bottle and into the woman’s eyes. “I was here. In my apartment.”
The woman’s eyes darted, from left to right, like a pong paddle. “All night?”
“Can anyone verify that?”
When she spoke, her eyebrows pinched together in a sharp V of distrust. I watched their narrow exclamations and wondered what they have on me. Anything? Was this a fishing expedition or a sharpening of the nails that would seal my coffin?
“Umm… yes. My next-door neighbor. Simon.” I tried to push into last night’s vault, but found nothing. Strange.
“He was with you?”
I felt the upward curl of my lip. “No. But he locked me into the apartment. From nine till sometime this morning.”
That surprised them. I felt the shift of air, the rigid tilt of the woman as she fought against turning her head to the man. He leaned in a little and spoke, “I don’t understand.”
I sighed, an action that bought me a moment to deliberate the wisdom of information sharing. “Simon lives a few doors down. He locks my door at night. So he can verify that he locked me inside last night, and I was here all night until he unlocked me.”
“Your door locks from the outside?” EyelinerCop found this very interesting. I watched the tip of her pen, the increased tremor of it as it scratched against the page of her notebook.
“Yes.” I lifted my eyes from the pen. “What evidence do you have against me?”
Her mouth widened into a grin, a stretch of raw lips that looked painful. I didn’t like that grin, that tell that I’d just stepped into a pile of shit. “Why, Ms. Madden, what an interesting question. An innocent person would be more interested in finding out what crime was committed.”
“Who said I was an innocent person?” The response slipped out, snarky and unnecessary. I’d wanted to shut the cop up, to wipe that smug grin off her face. The question was much more passive than what I wanted to do. To spring across the table and claw at her throat. Yank at her belt and palm her service revolver. Celebrate the gun’s weight in my hand in the moment before I pointed the gun at her temple and pulled the trigger. Take that, bulletproof vest. Compared to that scenario, my egotistic response was tame. Tame and stupid. The pair of detectives all but high-fived each other with their eye contact. I settled back in my chair and waited. Counted to ten and swore to behave.
The woman composed herself and spoke. “What are you guilty of, Ms. Madden?”
I wondered why she was in charge of this interaction. If it was her rank or if it was because they thought I’d associate with a woman more. Thought I would buddy up and confess away, all because a penis didn’t hang between her legs. I tapped my fingers against the arm of the chair. “I’d like you both to leave now. Unless you have something to charge me with.”
They had to have something. Surely they didn’t show up at my apartment on a whim. I must have slipped up somewhere, forgotten something. Left a gaping hole big enough for them to stick an arrest warrant through.
The man spoke. “Let’s get back to the neighbor. You said he locks you inside? Why would you let him do that?”
This was wrong, bad. I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be talking to them. I had asked them to leave, didn’t that mean they had to? I took a sip of my water and looked away from the man, making accidental eye contact with the woman. She leaned forward and pointed, her finger one long arrow of invasion. “What happened to your nose, Ms. Madden?”
“My nose?” I reached up and touched it. Felt the caked blood, the split across my bridge. I fought the urge to follow suit with my second hand to fully explore the damage. Focused on my pain and suddenly realized how much it throbbed.
“It looks broken.” She looked concerned, but she wasn’t. She was giddy, would probably have reached out and gripped my nose herself if she could have.
It looks broken. It felt broken. I pushed on the tip and got lightheaded. Pulled my hand away before I fainted. I stared at a strand of the woman’s hair that had escaped her ponytail. Focused on it until the spots cleared from my vision.
“Ms. Madden?” the man prodded.
“What happened to your nose?”
Good question. I looked away from the strand of hair and into the man’s eyes. “I’m not sure.”
“You forgot?”
The seed of unease was growing in my stomach. Why was I talking to them? Why were they here? Why was I offering information when I wasn’t getting any? I stood up and watched for a reaction. A reach for a paper, for evidence to wave in my face, but they did nothing, just stayed in place and watched me. “I’d like to be alone.”
I walked to the door and waited, the pair slow in their stand, step, then pass through the open door. I was almost free, about to shut it, when the woman’s hand settled on my arm, a firm and hard grip that tightened against the sleeve of my Marilyn Monroe sweatshirt. I turned, raising my brows at her in question.
“Why did you kill him?” the cop whispered, her eyes glued on me.
I didn’t answer her. I held her eye contact while I reached down and pulled back on her index finger until she released my arm. Then I dropped my hand, stepped back, and shut the door, the slam of the steel against the frame loud and unfamiliar.
I didn’t not answer to be smart or mysterious. The main reason I didn’t answer was because I wasn’t sure how to answer. I wasn’t sure which death she was asking about. To be honest, I was starting to lose track.



Alessandra Torre is an award-winning New York Times bestselling author of ten novels. Her books focus on romance and suspense, all with a strong undercurrent of sexuality. Torre has been featured in such publications as Elle and Elle UK, co-hosted Dirty Sexy Funny with Jenny McCarthy, as well as guest blogged for the Huffington Post and RT Book Reviews. She is also the Bedroom Blogger for
You can learn more about Alessandra on her website at, or you can find her on Twitter (@ReadAlessandra) or Facebook.

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FREE THIS WEEKEND a TASTE OF Fifty Shades of LOVE Sample ARC ..THE HAMPTONS… ENJOY and if you LIKE please leave a lovely REVIEW thank you all!!!

Fifty Shades of Love TRILOGY is LAUNCHED and TWO Free Sample Arcs

JUST FOR FUN. My FIFTY SHADES OF Love finished edits and now all THREE of the FIRST books of this First TRILOGY is ready and set for PURE PLEASURE enjoyment. This is NOT your typical Fifty book nor a copy cat book. The TITLE I JUST LOVED when it came to mind and my characters are 25 year old GABRIELLA Savannah Trudeau who is working to become a SIGNED AUTHOR in NYC. TRISTAN Green Montgomery is a handsome tall blonde NYC uprising Entrepreneur that at 29 had his vision that this woman would come into his life. SHE DID at his photo shoot business ad cover which was done up in a FSOG theme. Read what happens in BOOK 1 of FSOL when they meet in De Ja Vue and electricity happens. Oh, Tristan is TANTRIC and this is a whole new kind of steamy reads and ………….adult intimacy.

Synopsis: Shades of Love + The Hamptons by R.M.Simone’ + ARC SAMPLE

Tristan invited Gabriella away for a long weekend at his Hamptons’ home that would include a small social gathering, two days on a cruise on his yacht and meeting his mother who was flying in from LA. He was going to whisk her off to Paris then for three days. Gabriella found her Russian Grey kitty and bought a car for her next personal needs. It was all moving way too fast. Paris was coming too and he was sweeping her off her feet. She was falling in love. Trusting him, trusting her own heart and trusting letting go had her in a free fall. He said one sentence to her. “I got you.’…The FIFTY RIDE of LOVE



ABOUT R.M. Simone’

My life is all around this creativity of writing, teaching, healing, and opening up realms of light for those that are drawn to ‘me’ and my services along with this creative life i live.

My ‘writing’ came to me naturally. It just happens to ‘FLOW” for me and the dreamy worlds I seem to ‘see into’. I discovered in 2008, that a series of four books wrote themselves about a woman that her pathway of spirit opened up for her. Leaving a normal and very happy life for this adventure that drew her into other realms. I finished the books, sat back, and realized it was very much about myself. Writing it I did not realize that as often the ‘writer and the story’ weave from the author’s own experience, imagination, dreams and wishes along with a message that felt it had to be expressed. I work a lot with VISUAL imagery and ART. This opens doors into other realms for myself to share to the reader the story or adventure i am taking them on with ‘me’.

My writing is centered around Romance, Fiction, Supernatural, Spiritual, Fantasy and Mystery. I also have recently launched a series of GOTH Romance and a Novella that carried energy ‘codes’ for the reader.

I am a energy healing, angelic visionary and interior designer working with REIKI and Design along with LEY LINE GRIDS.

My PASSION in my writing comes from my Creative FLOWS when i am in writing.
I also have stories on fan fiction and was inspired by the Twilight books and films along with Books like the GOLDEN COMPASS and HARRY POTTER.

Roshandra warmly writing on


Here are some KEY Quotes and Prelude excerpts from some of my Books


Gothic Gates Venice

Prelude from Devon *

Sometimes Love Begins this Way

We all carry a dream within ourselves that holds the promise of a love that

makes time stop, written in the stars, and holds us in her bosom of forever.

Every girl, young woman, carries that dream and we never speak it.

For if we did our dream would not come into being,


From Devon about Dante’

That night I ‘changed’ …we made love all night long. My pearls remained on my body. I began to remember my past life here in Venice with Dante. I was a ‘courtesan’ and he was my lover. I remembered all of it. We were so matched on love making. I took his breath away that night. I surprised my most intimate dreams of what I was capable of in love making. I left him wanting ‘more’ as sunrise rose. I smiled; the courtesan I was did not permit me to marry him then. I was so in love with him but our stations were different. This life though was different as none of that mattered. This was the life somehow we both planned on merging into this romance of love. I hoped this was the true moment of when the heart with her body meets him into a sacred divine union.

I loved Dante’ without a doubt…Venice opened my true heart of hearts.

His words to me in our love making made me smile.

“You my dear were a courtesan here in Venice and you stole my Heart.”

“Steal it again, it belonged to you always.”

NOVELLA ALLEANDREA his Beloved a Quote…
Alleandrea’s bridge of this love was to see the Swan Masquerade Ball of the past in Paris France and that evening that Kismet touched them both.

Upon seeing her, his Venus Botticelli for the first moment, he could not breathe. He waited as she walked towards him standing in the centering under the cosmic Lapis Blue ceiling of the silk canopy over the dance floor. Around him swirled the masquerade ball all in swan masks. She wore none and his Venetian mask he held in his hand. She walked towards him not seeing him
Breathe he told himself, just breathe. Love was coming into his arms.

The NOVELLA opens the reader to this LOVE STORY and bridging the past to the present. Both lovers are reading this same story BOOK V and the memories swirl and wash over both of them now. They meet.
There is MUSIC to this NOVELLA TOO. Also available to enjoy as you sweetly read Alleandrea’s love story.


ALCHEMY, The Gold RING. A series of THREE books all about Alchemy, the France Ley Line Grid, a mystery pathway each are on, for different reasons and a love match of Twin soul mates. France, the Art, the Locations, and the Alchemist of the past provide part of this story. The real story holds an intrigue for Ascension for the reader and some very beautiful but hot steamy love moments between these two unsuspecting matched loves.


Paris was in her shroud that evening when I saw her walking across to the cafe. It was night time in the rainy season of late fall. Normally tourists are all gone by this time of year. I watched her leave the Louvre’ as she darted between the slow late traffic. Only the locals were sitting in the cafe.

The rain was about to come down but she made it in time while the fog draped the landscape. Mizzle is what some people called this kind of rain in the mist of the fog.

She was out to meet someone, I wondered?

My mood matched the shroud of Paris at the moment. I could not stop looking at this girl. Something different about her compelled me to watch. She had a naivety and that American trust that the world was a safe place for her. It was not. She looked like she just got out of college. Maybe twenty three years old at the most. My attention kept being drawn back to her. She was reaching for her cell phone to probably call the person she was meeting. I quietly watched as I stayed in the shadows at the café. She had not noticed anyway. She was about to grab a table under the awnings as it appeared maybe near where I was watching her from. She put her cell phone back into her pocket then looked right at me. Our eyes locked.

I don’t think she expected to see someone staring at her from the dark. I debated to speak up with introducing myself.

I debated longer than what might be considered polite. 

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