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Toby Aden In the Spotlight

Today I’d like to welcome to the spotlight author Toby Aden. She is a new author for Siren that writes some unique stories. Her voice and writing style can draw you into her world. She has two books currently out with nothing stopping her on future ones. Let’s give this new author some much-needed love and sales. So with great honor, I welcome Toby Aden to the Spotlight on #TWDB.

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THE MELROSE COVEN – BOOK 1

 The Vampire King’s Mate

In the midst of a war between vampires and werewolves that’s been waged for centuries, King Kevyan Melrose lands an unexpected mate.

Dorian Keller, an outrageous, openly gay man, finds himself in a world where fiction is fact. Having the most gorgeous man he’s ever met tell him they are mated throws him for a loop, but hearing the man claim to be a vampire and learning that that he himself is a werewolf blows his mind and sends him running for the hills. But with the evidence put right in front of him, he is left with no choice but to adjust his thinking… especially since turning furry has become his new norm.

Don’t accept what I say. Read the reviews she has received on her first book.

Reviews of Vampire King’s Mate

For more info on the Series go to: www.bookstrand.com/toby-aden

BUY LINKS:

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-vampire-kings-mate

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Vampire-Melrose-Publishing-Classic-ManLove-ebook/dp/B01DO8GLHU

Amazon Japan: http://www.amazon.co.jp/Vampire-Melrose-Publishing-Classic-ManLove-ebook/dp/B01DO8GLHU

Amazon France: http://www.amazon.fr/Toby-Aden/e/B01DQ17XDQ

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Vampire-Melrose-Publishing-Classic-ManLove-ebook/dp/B01DO8GLHU

Amazon Italy: http://www.amazon.it/gp/aw/s//ref=mw_dp_a_s?ie=UTF8&i=digital-text&k=Toby+Aden

Amazon Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/gp/aw/s//ref=mw_dp_a_s?ie=UTF8&i=digital-text&k=Toby+Aden

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/mobile/w/the-vampire-kings-mate-the-melrose-coven-toby-aden/1123496246?ean=9781682950562

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/search?query=Toby%20Aden&fcsearchfield=Author

Amazon German: http://www.amazon.de/Toby-Aden/e/B01DQ17XDQ


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An Unexpected Mating

Justin Chandler hates shifters. In fact, the one thing he associates with shifter is how fast he can kill them. And fate, the bitch, saw to it that his most hated enemy is his mate, and there’s just no way he can ever accept that.

The one thing Shawn McKay held sacred was the anticipation of his mate. As a werewolf, he’d always dreamed of finding his mate. After meeting Justin at a party, he couldn’t deny the intrigue he felt, knowing full well that he had finally found his mate. What he did not expect was meeting Mike Beckley, another vampire and his other mate.

Mike Beckley is a sweet, caring sometimes-oblivious fashion guru and Justin’s on-again, off-again lover. His job as an interior decorator led him straight to his mates, but, with the animosity between his two mates, what will become of the three men?

Buy Links:
http://www.bookstrand.com/book/an-unexpected-mating

Toby has numerous social media sites you can follow her on and keep up to date and future news of her books.

Goodread: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14981680.Toby_Aden

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/toby.aden

Facebook Author Page: https://m.facebook.com/Toby-Aden-452873348245745/

Blog: https://www.tobyaden.blogspot.com

Website: http://www.tobyaden.wix.com/author

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Toby-Aden/e/B01DQ17XDQ

Twitter: @AdenToby

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/tobyaden

#TobyAden, #VampireKingsMate, #AnUnexpectedMating, #MelroseCoven, #SirenPublishing, #Bookstrand

 

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I’m different?

I’m different, and you know this how?

Well, I believe we are all a little different. Everyone has some problems, quirks, or even kinks. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be you but only a copy of everyone else.

Since this is Autism Awareness Month, I thought I might share my story.

I realized I was different early in my childhood. Where most kids could read simple things by five, I had trouble. I had difficulty with sounding words, and putting htem (not a typo) together.

Yes, “htem” is how I normally saw the word “them.” It takes a great deal of concentration to type some days. I don’t hate my unique dyslexia or my backward speech patterns when I get mentally tired. I do hate people making fun of me or looking at me strangely when I make those mistakes. I don’t do it as often anymore, but when I get tired or upset, my mind freaks and then reading back words, numbers or even street signs becomes a crap shoot.

I was taught reading from having them read to me. If I couldn’t hear the word, I couldn’t read. No matter how many times I tried sounding words out few things worked. Phonetically, by syllable, or even having someone sound it out with me, my brain didn’t register the word in its usual form.  After I had seen and had the word read to me a number of times, I could understand my visually seeing htem as them. Single letters and numbers weren’t a problem.

By the time 2nd grade came. I could do these things for most simple words but it took two long years of study. I could write the letters in the right order after I had seen them enough, but if I came to a new word, forget it. It baffled the teachers and back in the early seventies, the only things the doctors knew was mental retardation as a prognosis.

I would play for hours alone, away from others or play with only one other child. Socializing for me was extremely hard. I preferred to be alone. My mind ran at a hundred miles a minute with the sensory info I was getting. Complicate that by adding someone else and things get weird fast. They classified me as an introvert and tried to break me out of my shell, so to speak, at school but that never worked.

I rarely talked as I do today with others. When I did my speech was a jumble of words. at times. I would get physically or mentally tired and my speech would come out like this: ” I want drink to get.” I couldn’t make sense all the time. Trouble is, I still do this when exhausted or overstimulated.

Things slowly got better for me until around 6th grade. Due to an abusive teacher and other kids being bullies, I withdrew big time. My speech went crazy at times, reading was next to impossible and spelling took total concentration. Long story short, they put me in a special ed class for the year. My problems settled but never went away.

When 7th grade finally happened the same problems surfaced again. The school system wanted me in a special ed class again. My parents knew I was intelligent. Socializing was my biggest problem, they thought. After that was home schooled.  I did the work and my parents graded it.

I excelled in my homeschool lessons and my parents like the idea I wasn’t getting sick constantly or having my speech and writing problems.

It wasn’t that the work was easy. It was actually harder than in regular school. The main reason I could do better was fewer distractions and people around me. I was safe and comfortable in my own place and my mind could work.

When 8th grade came up, the homeschool I had been going to didn’t have a high school for materials. I actually went to correspondence school for my high school years and one that was super hard. We didn’t know it until later that the books and lessons were actually college courses from the college and not high school courses.

I did the work and got good grades. I also learned a lot on my own from researching ideas and studying nature. I read every medical book I could get my hands onto on my father’s highest shelves. I also read a lot of books. All kinds of books. Everything from fantasy and sci-fi to the romance novels of my mother’s favorites.

All that time I was also learning to type and how to spell the words easier than ever. My fingers hit the keys in the right order from memory even if my brain told me otherwise when looking at them. I got my first computer and word processor. Then I started writing.

Things that take all my concentration are cathartic for me. Typing,  writing, driving, doing physical things, and problem-solving are things that ground me.

Doctors today wouldn’t have told my parents I was probably “mentally retarded.” They would have diagnosed me as autistic with dyslexia. Psychologists would have diagnosed me as an introvert type personality with social disabilities in interacting with others. Psychiatrists would have told them I had a vivid imagination and liked to dwell in my own world rather than the real one or jump into a different projected personality when problems arise because my own personality was fragmented from family situations.

It would be more than twenty years later before they realized I was autistic and those other things. By that time, I was through college. I had learned how to cope with things on my own, but that doesn’t mean I always can.

Sirens, flashing lights, loud music, scents, and groups of people can overload me. They make me crawl back into my shell for days or create processes that make me wish to flee them. Loud shouting or fighting brings out the hermit crab in me.

Combine this with a constant and varying migraine with a ringing in my ears and you have a bad list for a day out if they happen. That’s a subject for another post.

Then there is something I don’t talk about that bothers me even more. I finally found a way around that. I wear gloves but tend to get frantic without them now. That is for another post too, I think.

Some days are harder for me than others. Most days I would rather shut out the world than expose myself to the myriad of sounds, smells, and experiences that assault my senses. I am most at home and at ease when in front of a computer with only my pet around me. I guess I’m still that little hermit crab.

I write my stories and explore new worlds, places, characters, and experiences all while trapped in my own little world.

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Another Wednesday, Another Post

I know I should post something so my readers will keep coming, but some days things simply keep me from thoughts worthy of writing in a blog. I’ll probably just ramble through this.

My dog kept me up most of the night. I’d fall asleep and she’d wake me. I’m not certain what was bothering her either. I maybe got three hours sleep last night interrupted. (I still wouldn’t take the world for her.)

Writing is coming along on the last story featuring Edyn and Ciar. Their second story is with the betas. Revisions after that then another read through and finished.

As for me, my head is pounding with a migraine. I’ve gotten used to that most of the time since mine never goes away.

Someone asked me about my religion of the Mistress. and I created a place for it on my website. I’ll share things as She allows.

Now the question I was asked this week that threw me.

“Are you gay? I mean because of your stories, is the reason,” asked a coworker.

I answered, “I write LGBTQIA or Quiltbag, but I don’t consider what I write to be me. So, no. I’m not gay.”

The truth of it is I can’t really be anything but Questioning. I love females and their beauty but can also see the beauty in the male form too. I prefer females to males, but neither hold much of a true sexual turn on for me.

Okay, at the young age of thirteen, I was allowed to see my first rated-R movie, Conan The Barbarian. My parents took me. Sure, I admired the muscles of Arnie playing the role and Sandal playing the female lead and seeing her topless during the love scenes. (Even when having to try to look through a “wanting an innocent son” mother’s hand close to my eyes. If only they had known I knew everything by then.) I liked both characters in the movie. For me, the sex scenes were beautiful between them.

What turned me on in the movie?  The swords.

Yes, the riddle of steel had me. I’ve always loved weaponry. When I hold a sword, I don’t get the sexual turn on one might expect but hold a certain respect and reverance for something that could easily kill the untrained wielder as much as his foe. It’s as if the sword is a holy weapon, but I feel the same about a good knife or axe too.

I’ve had knives since I was seven and got my first katana as a high school graduation present from my parents. I have collected many stage value or hanger type swords and a few kata functional ones.

My first love was the blade of steel and always will be. It is the reason that swords and blades hold unique places in my stories.

But, firearms also do this. It isn’t so much the feeling of power that comes from them but my respect of them. When twenty-one, I got my first pistol. I still target shoot today.

This is the reason why some firearms hold a special place in my stories. They like the swords, blades, and knives are only tools in the end used by the character. The item/tool isn’t the bad thing but the person wielding it can be.

Enough of this for today. I need to get back to writing.

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How Did I Get Started Writing?

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The Hourglass?

Time is something that seems to go by too quickly for me. Some of my life events that shaped me are as if they happened yesterday. Others are more distant and remote. Writing is my solace and my conduit into my worlds where both friends and enemies dwell.

The above photo is relevant to the topic, I promise.

I guess most of you wonder how did I start writing. That’s a long story but I’ll try to make it concise.

Some people talk of science fiction and horror stories. Sometimes, I think, I lived it.

I started writing in third grade with a small horror story for English. I will always remember the title, Closet Monsters.  It was the only thing I ever wrote in first-person until much later. I received an A on it. I was discouraged to write about such things again by the teachers, principle, and my parents. So, I turned back to art and drawing, my first love.

I guess I was eight or nine when I wrote my second story. The teachers hated it. It had me in the principle’s office and carrying a note to my mother. They graded it an A because of the technique, the grammar used and the shocking ending. The school confiscated the short story because it went opposite their religious ideas.

It wasn’t until I found Role Playing Games (AD&D) that I started becoming truly interested in writing at about ten. I wanted to learn more about my character’s backgrounds and history of where they were from. I wrote in little flip-top spiral notebooks.  I also began reading on my own but this I found a dangerous addiction. There went homework some days.

Then sci-fi hit me big time with the release of Battlestar Galactica and other movies. I joined the Science Fiction Book Club and began picking out books that appeared interesting. Gaming went in this direction too with my first game Star Fleet Battles, based on Star Trek. Then FASA came out with Star Trek: The Role Playing Game. Well, long story short, I learned how to create my own races through those games. The races were simple and only two-dimensional compared to what I wished for them.

I moved from playing the games to writing stories about the first races I created. These were normal RPG races that were still cookie cutter ones from the games. I knew there had to be more.

It wasn’t until I was thirteen that something happened. I heard her voice for the first time. (I know you will think I was going crazy. I did too, but I wasn’t.) My Muse began to tell me and instruct me on her galaxy, planets, ships, her race of beings, and things you couldn’t imagine.

Now at this time, I was being homeschooled with a totally Christian upbringing. The things my Muse told me were contradicting of the bible and most of what humans thought of as evolutionary history. Even the one she worshiped was different. A being called simply Mistress in our tongue.

My Muse had my curiosity peaked and in an adolescent thirteen-year-old, this was a highly dangerous thing. I studied the encyclopedias on various subjects, science and space books from the library, and history books. When she began telling me weird things about their species, I had to move to medical books. (I had lacked any sex ed until then, so everything was eye opening and confusing.)

I wrote down everything but sometimes things were still at a distance or fogged in her words and my mind. Still, I cataloged all the data she imparted and studied further. I don’t even know how I was able to check out or read and understand some of the things I did from the library. My father’s bookshelf also contained books that were of science, biology, and religion. I climbed on many a piece of furniture to get to those high bookshelves.

Since I could draw, I drew things about them. First their buildings and homes, then I drew their two planets in detail. I lost almost all of those drawings in our move to a new house.

When I got my first computer, I didn’t ask for games. I asked for a word processor.  This surprised my parents, but they got it. Then a program came out call GEOS for my computer. (Kind of like a very simple windows but made for a Commodore computer.) My interest grew and the information on the race expanded to computer files and art.

Well, that is all for today.  See me next week when I tell more.

Explore my website until then.

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Update on What I’m Doing 03/22/2016

I thought I would post a short update on where stories stand right now in my works.

Day of Enlightenment – Published and out for sale at http://www.bookstrand.com/book/day-of-enlightenment

Prelim title (Repentance Tower) – WIP.  Editing in progress and once done will be submitted. It is the further adventures of Edyn and Ciar from Day of Enlightenment.

Real life work has worn me down recently. So things are going slower than expected or desired.

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