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!

“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!

Maine Warrior Salute 2015

It’s that time of year, again!

I have a co-worker who’s hosting the third annual Maine Warrior Salute event this summer and she’s spoken with me about finding donations for a massive raffle they’re having at the event. She’s looking for more actual items to raffle off. I’m donating a few autographed copies of both my novels, and I’m asking for other authors in the US to donate an autographed copy (s) of their novels, as well.

Last year we were able to raise over $3,000.

Proceeds go to the Wounded Heros Program of Maine. More information can be found here:
http://mainewarriorsalute.com/

If you have any questions or would like to make a donation, please contact me at:
authornicolebelanger@gmail.com

Thank you!

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.

7-7-7 Challenge

I was tagged to do the 7-7-7 challenge by Holly Harker (check out her post here)

The challenge is to open your current work in progress to the seventh page, drop down to the seventh line and then post the next seven lines.

My current work in progress is called One Last Wish. I’m actually quite excited about this book and I hope you are too. Leading up to the scene I’m about to show you, Brooke has just left the bar where she’s met the bartender, Sean, her future love interest, for the first time. It’s the day her daughter would have turned seven if she hadn’t been declared dead two months earlier after being missing for some time.

Brooke has had an eerie feeling someone has been watching her ever since her daughter went missing and she may not be wrong. Let’s take a look, shall we?

Outside, the cool breeze brushes my tangled hair behind me and I hastily pull the brown curls into a messy bun on top of my head. I take in the fresh air and listen to the hum of the town. The bar sits roughly two miles from my apartment and I start my steady stride, hoping Nana will be fast asleep by the time I walk through the door.

I can still feel the eyes following me like a tracker; digging in to expose the wounded soul I’ve become. I quicken my pace, the air biting at my cheeks. I’m panting, almost tripping over my feet as I run down the road. I take a peek behind me and slow my pace to a walk when I don’t see anyone.

Oh, Brooke. Maybe your feeling is right, maybe it’s wrong.

I’m not sure who to tag, so I’m going to challenge anyone who reads this post and wants to do it. Tag me in it if you do, I want to see it!