One Last Wish

So my newest book, One Last Wish, is now available! Crazy, isn’t it? I’m 21 years old and I’m now the proud author of threeBelanger Mockup 2 (1) published books!

So now I’m looking for some reviews. If you’re willing to provide an honest review, and post it to Amazon.com , goodreads, and barnesandnoble.com , I would be willing to provide a PDF file via email.

Please email me at: authornicolebelanger@gmail.com if interested.

OR

If you just want to buy a paperback or kindle copy for yourself, you can do so HERE

I hope to hear from you soon!

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“One Last Wish” Update

So I’m really excited because One Last Wish is moving along quite well. I’m almost halfway done the third draft and then I send my manuscript to my agent. Yes, you read that right. My agent. I decided this time around I needed a little bit of professional help.

This means I’ll have a professional author website up and running once it’s done being made, One Last Wish will have professional editing and a book design will be created for me. It’ll be published the same way as Lost Voice and Shadows were, but with some extra help this time around.

I’m used to doing all of this on my own, so I’m excited how far a bit of professional help will take me this time around.

I don’t have a release date, yet, but I believe One Last Wish will be out sometime this year or early next year. Keep your eyes peeled for a release date and more updates!

Book Review: Stake-Out by Lily Luchesi

Former police officer Danny Mancini had fallen into a bottomless pit of alcoholism until Detective Angelica Cross dragged into a different kind of darkness. A darkness that contains his worst nightmares. Werewolves, vampires and other paranormal creatures stalk the night and Mancini has been drafted to hunt them. There was no way of kStake Outnowing his life would flip upside down when Cross knocked on his door for the first time. But it’s up to Mancini and his new partner to lay a 200 year old case to rest.

In my personal opinion, Danny Mancini gave up his alcoholism too easily. He goes from heavily drinking to rarely drinking with no withdrawal symptoms, no cravings and no slips until Angelica Cross breaks his heart. He slips back into drinking for a little while, until he’s forced to snap out of his alcoholic state once more. I work in a hospital and have seen, first hand, the effects alcohol withdrawals have on a person. Someone who drinks as heavily as Danny Mancini did should have had headaches, possible altered mental state (which made me think, at first, that his memories of the past and suddenly hunting the paranormal were just effects of withdrawal, but that is not the case in this book), nausea, anxiety or irritability, etc. But Danny doesn’t seem to have any of these effects. He stops drinking and doesn’t look back until his heart is broken. I had trouble believing this.

Danny’s relationship with Angelica grew rapidly, as it should for a novella. We want a love story, and Luchesi gives us just that. I’m curious to see how their relationship will pan out in the next book, especially now that Danny knows their history.

Danny’s memories of the past, coming through as flashbacks that he shrugged off as dreams, was a major twist to the story and I loved it. I never would have expected that to happen. However, once I knew they were true memories I knew it had to do with a love connection. As a writer, many plot twists were predictable for me. But as a reader, these may come as true shockers. Luchesi did a great job at keeping the story moving along and though some parts seemed rushed, the overall story was perfectly paced.

I also knew immediately something was up with Angelica and I was surprised Danny didn’t pick up on it sooner. His heart may have been in the way of the rational part of his mind, but he should have at least had an inkling something was different.

Though this isn’t typically a genre I tend to read, I enjoyed the book. Luchesi has a potential to be a great author and I’m excited to watch as her journey unfolds.

Beta Readers Wanted

Guess what! Guess what! Guess what!

No. I didn’t get a pony, though that would be pretty cool.

But I did finish the second draft to One Last Wish a few moments ago and now I’m searching for THREE beta readers to read the book (set up like a PDF ebook*) and then email me thoughts, concerns, comments, suggestions, etc. that you may have.

*please excuse the generic About the Author, Acknowledgements, blank pages, etc. Those are going to be filled in when I finalize the book. So please just ignore those and focus on the book.

Why am I doing this?

When I finished writing Shadows last year, I hesitantly made the decision to do this exact thing. In the end, I decided it was the best idea I ever had. I received pages upon pages of useful feedback. I don’t expect pages, but I do hope you won’t hold back for fear of offending me. I’m pretty hard to offend and I’d rather you tell me something sucks before I publish the book.

The reason why I don’t just ask my friends and family for feedback is because I don’t think I’d get unbiased criticism. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends and family. They’re super supportive of my writing, they’re my biggest fans, but they also see me on a regular basis.

By asking for three perfect strangers to read this is like handing it to my fans and asking them to tell me what they think. Whether you’re a fan of mine or not, I hope you give me honest criticism (be nice about it and I won’t be offended. If you email me saying my plot line sucks, my writing sucks, and there’s nothing that can make it better, then I’ll be upset.) because you’re entitled to your opinion.

If you’re interested, I’m requesting you email me at authornicolebelanger@gmail.com and I will send you a sneak peak of One Last Wish.  I also request you tell me a little about yourself and why you think I should choose you as a beta reader. Once all three have been chosen, I will email the PDF.

I will only be giving 2 weeks to read/email me your feedback. If this is not enough time and you need an extension, please let me know. I might be able to work something out.

Last year I gave my Beta readers an autographed copy of Shadows when it was released. I can only do this for US residents. If you’re outside of the US, we can work something else out.

I look forward to hearing from you!

When the Waves Crash, a poem by me.

Take my hand
and come walk with me.
Place your footprints here
before the mighty sea.
And when the waves crash down
I’ll be your anchor.
So hold my hand tight
and I’ll keep you ashore.
When the waves crash down,
I’ll be around
as long as your heart beats
because I love that sound.

One Last Wish

In celebration of the holidays – and a way for me to put off studying for finals for just a little while longer – I’ve decided to give you all a sneak peak at my manuscript for One Last Wish.

I have a lot of plans for this book, one of which is for it to be a full length novel. This means, it’ll be at least twice as long as Shadows and Lost Voice were.

This sneak peak is unedited. Raw. Written and given to you like ripping a piece of my mind out and splattering it on a sheet of paper without cleaning it up. Risky, but thrilling. This is the very opening to the book. Be honest, tear it apart, force me to make it better. But over all of it, enjoy.

I feel the plate slip from my hand but when it falls to the floor, scattering shattered glass across the linoleum, no sound emerges. There is only the sound, rather primitive, that rumbles at the back of my throat. My vision clouds, distorting the images before me and I clasp my trembling hands together in a hopeless effort to steady them. All eyes are on me, watching for when I finally crumble like the wilted flower I am; fragile and prepared to break at the slightest touch. The room freezes around me and I almost think time has stopped. But time is infinite. It can neither end nor begin. It keeps ticking, each second bringing you closer to a minute. But this minute seemed to never end. Tick tock. Tick tock. Sixty seconds in a minute, but this minute dragged on, an infinite number of seconds accompanying it.

“What did you say?” I ask, bending to pick up the shattered glass. An added distraction to help avoid the repeated sentence. Nana catches my arm with a hand and I stiffen. My back straight and my eyes ahead, I try to hear Officer Reed Parker’s scripted apology once more, but his voice is muffled. Have I suddenly gone deaf? I look to Nana, then once more at Reed. I focus on his lips and try to read them. I’ve always been good at that.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” He sighs, his hands grip his hat tightly at his waist. What loss? I look to Nana again and see the tears slip over the wrinkles lining her eyes. Should I be crying? What did I lose?

And then it hits me. My heart stops. My breath catches. I can’t breath. I can’t move. I panic. Look to Nana who’s trying to calm herself to help me. I look to Reed. He stands before me, eyes drifting towards the floor. Unmoving. I clasp a hand to my throat, fighting to get the air into my lungs. But I can’t. I feel faint. I’m going to pass out. I hear the blood rushing to my head. I feel my heartbeat in my chest once more. Fast. Hard. Loud.

I think of her. Six years old. Lost. Murdered. And for what? What purpose did killing a child have in this world? Why would someone do this to my little girl? I need to know why. I need to know who. I need to calm down so I can ask Reed the questions that are burning at the back of my mind. Time is infinite. But time has stopped.

College Rant

Get a degree. Further your career. Make good money. Give up four crucial years of your life. Go to college. It’ll be fun they said.

They lied.

The thing is, this whole college thing isn’t fun. Or easy. Or cheap. You see, I’m in my third year of college and I’m behind on my major. Correction. I’m not even a part of my major yet. When I graduated high school I was absolutely certain I wanted to be a doctor. A OBGYN to be exact. But things change. People change their minds every day. I can barely decide what I want for dinner tonight. After my first year of college, I started working at the hospital as a CNA, a certification I got my senior year of high school.

And you know something? I loved it. Still do. So much that I decided to change my major to nursing. But here’s the problem. My GPA wasn’t up to the 3.0 it needed to be. As a pre-med major, my 2.1 GPA was considered decent. Hell, even my current 2.57 GPA is considered great. But not if I want to change majors. Nope, I need a 3.0 to have a chance at switching. I’m hoping this semester will finally get me to that 3.0. Otherwise I’m screwed.

I go to school full time to get as much financial aid as possible. I work full time (and sometimes overtime) to be able to pay the rest of my tuition my financial aid doesn’t cover. Limiting myself on either school or work will not go over well for me. But that’s another story for another time.

School’s hard. My philosophy class requires a seven page essay following a hundred pages of extensive reading every week. This isn’t the only assignment assigned each week, but it is the most time consuming. At the end of doing this course work, working my 36+ hours of overnights at the hospital, attending class, and sneaking in sleep here and there to keep me going, what time is left for my other course work? This, in turn, poses a risk to my GPA. If I can’t spend time on my other classes, will my grades fail?

Yes, I admit I’m procrastinating right now by writing this blog post, but if you truly think about it, my writing is suffering. I haven’t written a blog post in almost a month, and it had been longer before that one. My word count for One Last Wish has been stuck at 4000 words for almost two months and I usually write at least 2,000 a day. That means the book should be close to half way finished  if not more!

Let me conclude with this statement: I am 20 years old and my social life consists mainly of my coworkers at work, roommate, her boyfriend, and seeing my boyfriend on weekends. College runs my life. It’s not fun. It’s not easy. But hopefully, one day I’ll look back, years from now, and be able to say it was worth it.