I haven't done this for awhile, so I figured changing up the usual day wouldn't matter. In the Indie author realm, there are thousands of us. We float around hoping to gather enough people clutching for our stories or our experiences. Jackie is one of those people that if you're lucky, you happen upon because … Continue reading Jacqueline E. Smith {Showcase}
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My Wonderful, Amazing, and Talented Guest Bloggers
I’m included!! Scroll down, I’m in there. There’s even a picture. Mark your calendars, people… May 25th. Thanks, Shannon!
ShannonAThompson.com officially hit 16,000 followers!
These are purple periwinkles from http://www.democratdad.com. These little flowers will be symbolic in my upcoming novel, Take Me Tomorrow. This picture is also symbolic to how grateful I am to be continuing to grow with everyone. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for growing with me. And thank you for believing in me. My work is a piece of my soul, and I plan to share as many pieces as I can. These flowers show a sliver that will soon be exposed. Thank you for embracing it. You are as beautiful as how much these flowers mean to me. I also added an Extras page for all readers as a special “thank you.” I hope you enjoy checking it out as I release more information.
Over the next two weeks, I am signing out of ShannonAThompson.com. But don’t worry! I am not…
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Ian Probert {Showcase}
Thursday’s Premise: From now on, I’d like to reblog on Thursdays. It saves my brain juice and showcases a little from fellow writers. So you’ll see people sharing their stories or knowledge or anything each Thursday.
Today, Ian Probert is a wonderful author. He puts out little short chapters periodically and the illustrations (if I read correctly) are his own. Go check him out and give him a shout!
Just one more look… One more look and it’s all over.
Three players were still alive. A smartly dressed man whose name was Brown had just over ten thousand pounds left on the table. The chip leader was a man named Shields, who was studiously rearranging a pile of plastic tokens worth in excess of twenty-four thousand pounds. Palmer himself was carrying just over sixteen thousand pounds; his brain felt like someone had stuck a rusty bread knife though it.
Keep it together, Tommy boy… One more look and you’re almost there.
The pain was beginning to overwhelm Palmer. He was finding it difficult to think. His cards faded in and out of focus. The others in the room regarded the stranger in their midst with suspicion and bewilderment. They didn’t know what to make of Palmer, with his fucked up face and his strange, jerky way of laying down…
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