Note to Self 99 cents. Today only
Cyber Monday deal. Now’s the chance to get Note to Self for 99 cents. Today only.
Black Friday deals should include everything, right? Well, for Black Friday, I’m giving you my new release, House of Intention, for just $.99. Just go to Amazon on Black Friday and get your copy. Now’s your chance to get the book that could very well change your beliefs.
I believe in gifting. What I give will come back tenfold. So I’m giving my first book, Master of the Realm, to you for free. If you don’t have a Kindle device, you can download the Kindle app on your computer or phone free. Then all you have to do is download Master of the Realm—for free. Cool deal, eh?
My eyes popped open as the familiar scary sound entered my consciousness. Footsteps were creeping toward my bedroom. I quickly and quietly jumped out of the bed and tiptoed over to my bedroom door, and with trembling legs and pounding heart, listened. The footsteps were getting closer. It’ll be like the last time, I yelled to myself, trying to remain calm. You’ll see. Just open the door! I swallowed a deep breath and counted. One. Two. Three. No one was there.
There’s nothing more unnerving than being alone in your home and seeing a dark shadowy figure whip past your peripheral vision. The moment fills you with a spine-tingling apprehensiveness; a feeling that causes you to move cautiously from room to room, searching for something you’ll never find.
The first time I was alone in my four-story townhome and heard footsteps on the floor above me—when I knew for a fact no one was home—left me paranoiac, to say the least. I was in my family room located on the first floor, watching TV and folding laundry, when I heard it. As the stairs above me creaked, I could feel the saliva leaving my mouth. I jumped off the couch and strained to listen. There was definitely someone walking on the floor above me. Suddenly panicked, I eyed the phone on the other side of the room, and made a mad dash over to it to call the police. But at that exact moment, the phone rang, and because of its impeccable timing, I was afraid to pick it up. By the second ring, I got up my nerve to answer it, and as I did, the channel on the TV changed. My house had become a hotbed of chaotic activity. And what added to it? When I answered the phone, no one was there.
Anyone I talk to says the same thing. The very thought of a ghost conjures images of hazy, milky entities roaming castle hallways and big, old Victorian homes. These seemingly-real forms have been spotted by doorways, or standing by windows, or floating down a dimly lit staircase. Many people claim to have had face-to-face encounters with these ghosts, and because of it, paranormal movies and TV shows have become increasingly popular over the last few years.
I’d always believed that when a person died, they simply vanished into nothingness. The light of their consciousness slowly dimmed until it completely fizzled out. I hadn’t given thought as to whether they could come back to the physical world to visit. But I found out they did visit. They lingered the earthly plane, transparent and bloodless in their plight, searching for something they needed or left behind. In my case, it was me.
Throughout history, people have spoken of things which aren’t of this world. Epic tales get acted-out over roaring campfires, all in an effort to stir the imagination of the listener. We all love a good scare now and then, don’t we? It’s edgy. It’s a thrill. It’s like a high-adrenaline rush; where escaping the clutches of danger is the reward. A good scare is fun, providing of course, that we come out of it unscathed. And when we do come out of it, we laugh and high-five each other. But deep down, our laugh is a cover-up for the truth of what could have happened
‘Master of the Realm is an amazing true story about a young woman’s relapse with agoraphobia and the supernatural signs she begins to receive when she begs God for His help.’
Master of the Realm was just the beginning. It was the stepping stone for greater things. Writing it was not only cathartic, it was a lesson. Since publishing it, not only have God’s signs gotten bigger, more powerful, and twice as meaningful, the whole ordeal got me to study the one thing people fear the most, and that’s death.
As you read House of Intention, please allow yourself to drift into the unknown. Give yourself permission to ponder the idea that every element of life, every breath of it, each atom that makes up each living cell, is about you, your soul, the other side, and God. That’s it. There is nothing else in this existence that matters other than yourself and the very fact that your mind creates your life.
I told you I’d give you a free download of Master of the Realm, and I’m a person who keeps her word. For today and tomorrow you’ll be able to download your free copy of Master of the Realm on Amazon. Consider it my late Valentine’s Day present to you
To download your copy, you can just go to Amazon. Here’s the link http://www.amazon.com/Master-of-the-Realm-ebook/dp/B00AAJG59Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361792717&sr=8-1&keywords=master+of+the+realm
UPDATE: AS MY BIRTHDAY AND VALENTINE’S DAY GIFT TO ALL OF YOU, NOTE TO SELF WILL BE FREE UP UNTIL MIDNITE. SO GO OVER TO AMAZON.COM AND DOWNLOAD YOUR FREE COPY.
Love is in the air and it certainly is for me. And to celebrate my love for life, I’m giving Note to Self as a free gift from me to you, in honor of my namesake and birthday, VALENTINE’S DAY–February 14, 2013.
Also, on Ash Wednesday, February 13, 2013, I’m giving you MASTER OF THE REALM.
How do you get these two books for free? Simple. Just go to Amazon.com and download. Easy peasy.
ALSO IF YOU DON’T OWN A KINDLE, NO SWEAT. AMAZON GIVES YOU FREE KINDLE APPS TO DOWNLOAD INTO YOUR PHONES AND LAPTOPS. TAKES ONE MINUTE AND BAM!!! YOU CAN DOWNLOAD EBOOKS
PLEASE NOTE: These books are my gift to you, but they’ll only be free for one day. That’s it. So jot down the day and grab a copy.
**NOTE TO SELF FREE FOR VALENTINE’S DAY ONE DAY ONLY
**MASTER OF THE REALM FREE FOR ASH WEDNESDAY ONE DAY ONLY
Hope you enjoy my gifts to you.