What readers are saying about: The Shape of My Soul

What readers are saying:

The Shape of My Soul by Lynette Ferreira is a wonderfully sweet paranormal romance that does not allow the paranormal to overshadow the romantic intrigue in any way. Ferreira remembers the number one rule for romance novels, and that is the romance comes first! (Not everyone remembers that.) In her story, Amber is a young woman, just seventeen, who has been sequestered in a castle in Scotland all her life, with only the staff at her home to act as family. Estranged from her parents under strange circumstances that have been kept from her, she does the best she can to enjoy her life. That couldn’t happen though if not for Bradley, the son of one of the staff, who, as a child, visited regularly and then only on holidays as they grew up together. The best romantic partner, of course, is one you can call best friend. But things don’t go quite that smoothly—especially when everyone is not on the same page. Suddenly, and without anyone preparing her, Amber is sent aw…

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Guardian Angel was inspired by a cover my cover designer made for FORNEVER. It did not match Fornever at all, but it did inspire me to write GUARDIAN ANGEL

Even though I absolutely love this cover, readers were getting confused by it - thinking it was a little more 'romantic' than it actually is - seeing as it is a clean, wholesome romance.

Every accident Taylor had in the first five years of her life was actually inspired by true events which happened to my daughter and often times I wondered whether she had a Guardian Angel who protected her through every stitch and every broken bone. The story was going to end when Taylor recognises Daimhin, but the 'powers who are' did not want me to end the story with (SPOILER ALERT) someone dying and so I had to add the additional chapters at the end when Guardian Angel becomes more reincarnation fiction rather than paranormal fiction



There is a never read before story on its way!

You might remember I told you in a previous blog post that I had started writing this story back in the year 2010. It started off with a different title (New Dawn) and a different kind of plot - it was initially about vampires and such, and the first 20,000 words were written, but I ran out of ideas.

Then, I happened upon an awesome title for a story, proceeded to dig through my files and decided to update the old, unpublished story, and so THE SHAPE OF MY SOUL was published on 1 October 2016. A story about a girl who can shift her body to fit the shape of her soul.

In the original story there was a girl in room thirteen who killed herself on the 13th of February because her heart was broken, but it did not fit in with the shape-shifter idea, and so I decided to split the original story in two, and created THE GIRL IN ROOM THIRTEEN

When: Release Date - 01 September 2017
What: Slasher/Ghost Horror

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When I was a little bitty baby

... my mother never rocked me in a cradle (my own version of the lyrics from Cotton Fields: The Beach Boys), and sometimes I embarrass myself at how often I sing this song.

When I was little, this song must have played so much in our house that it is forever imprinted within the folds of my memory.

This photo is a newspaper clipping of me - I was destined for greatness :o) 

I was the eldest born, and my mom and dad waited two years for me. It's nice to know I wasn't an “oops” baby, but it would have been okay too if I was because my parents were awesome.

Growing up, my brothers and I weren't very close because they always thought of me as the spoiled princess who got everything her heart desired(if only).

As you can see from the way my mom and I are dressed in this photo, I was born in the sixties so it goes without saying that I love music from the 60's. It resonates with my soul ♥

I think I am about four years old in this photo. Sadly, I have no-one anymore to answer th…

Short Story: Only In My Memories

Two months ago, Alyssa fell and bumped her head, but heads get knocked all the time, don't they? Then she started having a recurring dream of Daniel in a sepia toned world dated back to November 1945. A memory of a love lost and a reminder that sometimes dreams are memories which are a part of us forever. 

There was a chill in the air on this wintry November morning. The coldness penetrated my warm jacket, while I was waiting on the platform for the train that would take me to college.
He stood slightly in front of me and I noticed that he was not wearing a jacket. I thought that was crazy, because it was a cold day, the blistering wind howling around the corners. The red scarf around his neck caught my eye and clashed with his blonde hair. Involuntarily I felt a flutter in my stomach.
I looked down to break the spell and not wanting anyone to notice I was shamelessly staring at him. I considered whether I knew him or not, because he looked familiar, but I knew it was sill…

When time froze forever still

The day was 6 April 2014.

Just a normal day for many, but not for me.

Wisps, wisps, whispers of mist crawled on the ground.
Above, trees bare to the bone looked the same as the bodies below.
The first day, they came in their hordes, all dressed in black, with pallid white faces and red-rimmed eyes.
They cried, not for her, but for themselves.
Guilt over things that could have been said.
Misery about not seeing her again.
Sorrow for a life not long lived.
“Rest,” they said.
“In peace,” they said.
When they left, their footprints turned the soggy ground around the grave to pulp, but these lingered only for a while.
“She was always so afraid of the dark,” they said.
“We’ll leave a lantern for her,” they said.
Then they came in smaller groups, and held on to each other as they wept.
They did not stay long.
Things to do.
Places to go.
When strangers wandered past, they read the epitaph, again and again.
Counting on their fingers the years she had lived.
“Not long,” they said.
“So sad,” they said.
The sun shone …

What readers are saying about: Would You Remember ME

What readers are saying:
This short story is actually a suicide letter written by a 15 yr old. I think every parent of a teenager (or even pre-teen) should read this. To me, this teen is giving you insight as to why she's chosen to commit suicide. I also feel as a parent, she's giving you signs to watch for in your own child. Parents, LISTEN to your children! Be aware of any change in sleep habits, school work, etc. To teens & adults alike: Like the short story mentions, " The darkest hour is always before dawn". When dawn breaks, everything can look so different.Ginger rated it at Goodreads

Wow! This was really deep and was a very touching little short story. Reading a 15 year old's suicide note is touching at the least but there were some parts in that letter that touched me to the bottom of my heart. This short story may not be a must read but if you have the time you should take a chance and just read it! Angel **Book Junkie** rated it at Goodreads

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